Saturday, 8 September 2012

Or am I just green?


It’s not often that I have a compelling urge, want or need to expel my feelings through the written word. But my new found desire has found its way to the surface again.
I am not a fan of ‘pop’. Be it, pop music, pop personalities or pop culture. To me, it’s a bit like election trails, I understand the need for it, I understand that it shapes the way we live, it shapes culture & fashions and fuels economy, but I feel no want to be part of that world. In fact, quite the opposite, I have found myself actively leaving the room or putting in my earphones when the public search for new talent rears its ugly head on prime time Saturday night television.
The way that talent is discovered hasn’t changed that much since the 70’s & 80’s, it’s just become a lot more public. It seems the struggle for fame is still upon us but without the struggle. There seems to be a want for instant success with a lack of understanding that the formative years are where you grow as an artist, where you learn your trade. It’s the equivalent of a man who has never run before, being told that after some coaching, from someone who has done, a bit of something, a little bit like, running in the running industry, you’ll be running a marathon. Isn’t it?
You need that confidence, understanding, desire and drive. You need to have set up your own gear, tested your own microphone and died on your arse in front of a crowd of disinterested drunken locals in a pub at the arse end of anywhere. You need to know you trade or at least be aware that it exists. I’m not saying all of the competitors are wet behind the ears as I simply do not have that background knowledge; it just comes across that way.
I can’t get excited by these programmes because I fear for the cast offs, which is the great majority. Of course they have instant success and if they only go in to these competitions seeking a Christmas No.1 and a panto run in Southend (nothing wrong with that) then more power to them.
 I believe Gareth Gates has made a massive impact and progress with not only his speech therapy but is now helping others overcome their own difficulties, as well as having constant work singing & performing.
But which other way did he have to go? From mass hysteria to sell out tours and front covers of magazines. All the hype a young man could need, but you know that there is another series planned less than a year away into which the money and time will be poured.
 It makes a very public mockery of the people making music. It’s all about the quick buck; it smacks of bandwagon hopping, sponsorship deals & PR stunts. It’s more concerned with the personality than the person.
So what’s my point?
When the Beatles were signed they were given 5 year deal. How many of the new artists are given that sort of opportunity? This allowed them to get used to the recording studio, to the live sound and gave the privileged position to excel. Of course nobody could have predicted what was to happen next, but they were given that opportunity. Artists need managers to make sure they appear in the right places at the right times and say hello to the big movers & shakers in ‘the business’ but to actively have someone choose the clothes you wear and the songs you sing depresses me greatly. (I understand that the Beatles were told what to wear and where to stand but they were also given 5 years to evolve, fair trade)
Or am I just green?   

Friday, 20 July 2012

The year of the Gav - Abridged

My parents live in a small seaside town on the island. It is always a pleasure to visit them.
This was a particularly memorable week. It was the first time I had discovered the Tennyson trail and the Tennyson monument. I  think my writing had spurred me on to experience new firsts and to seize the day. I needed to fill my time in order to fill my diary.


May 23rd

There's a view from my parents window
That peers across the sea
You have to stand on a bed to see it though
As its very difficult to see
But the sight is well worth the contortions
Breaking waves and sailing yachts
A postcard of mini proportions
And its better than the one I've got
The sky, like no other blue I've seen
The seagulls territorial call
The wind whistling through trees serene
The clouds are cotton wool
The air, a classic summer sea breeze
With the still chill of spring
It stops and lingers around the trees
And gives birds aid to wing
Your mood is changed by your surroundings
You can falsely romanticise
When you return to familiar groundings
you can start to realise
I come into the spare room sometimes
When my thoughts are all askew
To hear the gently blown wind chimes
And to balance out my view


The phrase ‘no other blue’ was a nod to Craig Charles first book. His use of ‘his’ phrase was in reference to a girlfriend's eyes, as I remember. I found it very difficult to get this phrase out of my head and knew I wanted to use it. I hope my use of it delivers the same evocative feeling that I got when I first read it.