Official Blog of Andy N - author of books such as 'The End of Summer' and 'Birth of Autumn', co-host of Spoken Word night 'Speak Easy', ambient musician with Ocean in a Bottle and Podcast host of Spoken Label and Reading in Bed among others
Tuesday, 24 December 2013
Christmas Poem for Cathy (2013)
Put your head against mine
On Christmas morning
Just before the Alarm goes off
And your cats start marching
Up and down in your kitchen
And remember what it was like,
Of the way Snow used to come down
Outside where you used to live
Leaving that taxi taking us to my parents
Going up and down that hill
Like it was trying to tackle
A ski slope rather than a ride out,
In particular when I knocked off
All of the labels skidding down the road
Leaving us guessing all the way down
Whose present was who’s
Much to the amusement
Of both my father and brother,
And on the way back
When the taxi driver
Couldn’t get his taxi going again
And I had to help him
Push it back up the hill
In a attempt to get kickstart it
Totally defying gravity
A lot like what your cats do
Every morning.
(For Cathy. Blog to follow next few days but have a great Christmas all!)
Wednesday, 11 December 2013
live @ joshua wilson brain tumour charity night 7 december 2013
Dear all;
Last Saturday my band 'a means to an end' played a set at the joshua wilson brain tumour charity night @ the duck club, bury and had a great time.
here are some selected videos from the night..
true colours - behind blue eyes
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DvdI_HqBXng)
trevor edge
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PvrSaGBHoK8)
trevor edge - 2
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EulzhZsN8dY)
tony kinsella
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9ySVSToIjU)
pete slater
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8zEo3QaKEvA)
pete slater and john 'blackneck' matthews
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mZ0iJ1ed0Co&list=UUSnVliEClzutG1pg9S1Bgwg)
john 'blackneck' matthews
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rt3OuVPzIA0)
john 'blackneck' matthews 2
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yXh2-DODf7Y)
john 'blackneck' matthews 3
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFECMaWNCzM)
jeffarama! it ain't gonna happen
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3LT4ZREk-0)
gordon zola
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WedCMC1eNdU)
gordon zola - 2
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWLcFwOx4wY)
a means to an end - ghost of liverpool empire
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v06Plq7Z8iw)
a means to an end - ever wondered?
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v06Plq7Z8iw)
Last Saturday my band 'a means to an end' played a set at the joshua wilson brain tumour charity night @ the duck club, bury and had a great time.
here are some selected videos from the night..
true colours - behind blue eyes
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DvdI_HqBXng)
trevor edge
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PvrSaGBHoK8)
trevor edge - 2
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EulzhZsN8dY)
tony kinsella
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9ySVSToIjU)
pete slater
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8zEo3QaKEvA)
pete slater and john 'blackneck' matthews
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mZ0iJ1ed0Co&list=UUSnVliEClzutG1pg9S1Bgwg)
john 'blackneck' matthews
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rt3OuVPzIA0)
john 'blackneck' matthews 2
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yXh2-DODf7Y)
john 'blackneck' matthews 3
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GFECMaWNCzM)
jeffarama! it ain't gonna happen
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r3LT4ZREk-0)
gordon zola
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WedCMC1eNdU)
gordon zola - 2
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWLcFwOx4wY)
a means to an end - ghost of liverpool empire
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v06Plq7Z8iw)
a means to an end - ever wondered?
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v06Plq7Z8iw)
Thursday, 21 November 2013
John Dawson (a tribute)
I have just found out John Dawson before, a regular member
of the writing workshop I co run with Amanda ‘Writers of the Third Kind’ over the past two years or so sadly passed
away on Monday 18 November 2013.
He was 75.
I am do not know yet what has happened here but I know he
was poorly over the summer, but still managed to run the last of his charity
nights in Radcliffe Hospice the other month.
He wasn’t very well that night but still managed to get up
and read out a poem or two with a charm and smile that I hope didn’t desert him
right up until the end that was constant throughout his poetry.
The piece below which is from a booklet of his published last
year ‘thirty rhyming poems’ is one of my favourites of his and while not one of his funnier pieces sums up the way
I shall miss him.
Rest in Peace, John.
You will be missed.
Missed
A pair of slippers, an empty chair
The room now cold and bare
His coat still hangs behind the door
A stack of old newspapers on the floor
A cup of cold tea, beside his bed
A dip in the pillow where he lay his head
We had some good times grand dad and me
It doesn’t seem long, since I sat on his knee
Always laughing, and full of fun
But alas his race is run
I still can’t believe he’s no longer there
Just a pair of slippers and a empty chair.
Thursday, 14 November 2013
The End of Summer - delay
Sadly my next book ‘the end of summer’ has hit a delay folks.
It won’t be out now until 2014 I think now.
This isn’t because I have hit a writers block or anything
like that. The book itself is pretty well wrote aside from one final piece I
have in my thoughts need a final re-drafting but it kinda made sense with
Christmas approaching to leave it until Christmas itself when I can then
finally look at it what to do next with it.
In the meantime, while The End of Summer takes a well
deserved break other projects are bubbling along nicely.
Next week or two, I will hope to share something from the book previously unpublished.
Hope you are having a nice Winter guys.
A
Monday, 21 October 2013
Latest News and Views 21/10/2013
1)
The
End of Summer…. Second draft of the book is now complete. I have now passed
copies over to selected parties for comments before I decide whether to do a third
draft or start submitting. Either way, I can’t see this being ready until the
start of next year now.
2)
I
have now started co writing a poetry book with a young poet called Amy. Work is
in the early stages, but there’s currently around 10 or so poems complete and
Amy is in the middle of three more pieces. All of the 10 or so pieces are still
works in progress, I feel to a degree but Amy has done really well with the
material so far and for such a young writer is doing really well.
3)
Work
I think is going to start on a piece with P.R. Mcdowell called Twisted Promise
II, which will follow on from the original piece.
4)
Probably
for 2015, me and a Oldham based (currently) poet called Nick Armbister have started work on a book of more war
based poetry, in my case picking out stories which are perhaps less well known
focusing on what war does to people’s lives. I believe Nick has wrote three
pieces for this book, while I have just done my second. When I get chance, I
will sit down and start research for a third
5)
As
blogged early, work is now underway for the annual DIH and friends @ Christmas
2013 album. I have wrote my lyrics for the DIH piece, which may well end up
doing a duet with July Skies, but watch this space.
6)
I
headlined Write Out Bolton last night and did a good set I felt of mostly stuff
from ‘The End of Summer’. However, with the landscape changing in Manchester on
the Poetry open mike scene, this will likely be the last one I do for some time
now for the rest of this year certainly and maybe beyond until my book is done,
and then I may pop out to a few and see the wind blows with things.
7)
A
Means to an End played Salford Music Festival at the end of September, which
was probably our best gig to date. We are down for a night called Beatification
in Mid November (more details to follow) and a charity do in December.
8) I have been playing round with my midi keyboard
a lot at Jeff’s last night and it sounded smashing, so this defo will start
getting used more and more in live sets and once we get Jeff’s laptop recording
proper, we are going to start recording some EP’s and maybe more.
Sunday, 6 October 2013
DIH and friends @ Christmas 2013 Submissions wanted.
As some as you
know my underground band / noise supergroup DIH (or Distorted in Hindsight to
give its full name) have produced some quite noisy and brutal spoken word based
albums over the years.
In 2002, for a one
off joke as a side project for Christmas, I decided with the help of a few
friends decided to do in album in the space of half an hour (as was the
original plan) where we would crippled, murder and take the piss out of as many
songs as we could.
By the time we got
to 2003, as is the nature of the beast with this kind of things, things
snowballed and it had become officially a DIH project (with Keith and Clara
onboard of course) where between the three of us with an ever increasing cast
play around with the myth of the Christmas which will often be funny and sad
sometimes within the same breath.
To date, the music
within these albums have contained anything from singer / songwriter stuff,
Brian eno tributes, full on noise, Christmas carols, mashups with the aim to
see how many tracks we can bootleg into oen tracks, Aphex twin type crunchers,
spoken word and anything else we can throw into the kitchen sink
The music
contained within this series of albums are varied and can vary from acoustic
singer songwriter stuff to music that could appeal to fans of Aphex Twin, fans
of the spoken word all designed to make people think and challenge them as much
as we can.
Although DIH as a
band is quiet nowadays, the Christmas project is still ongoing and is now
accepting submissions for it’s now 12th year of submissions and
would like people to submit whatever
they feel like submitting on mp3 etc for inclusion on a to be uploaded
Christmas albums viva HICC.
More can be read
here (http://www.digitalvomit.com/dih-and-friends)
or more details can be reached through me (Andy N) on aen1mpo@yahoo.co.uk
Closing
date will be around 7th December 2013 although I may extend it.
Saturday, 17 August 2013
Peterloo (New Poem)
In the end
It meant absolutely nothing
Once the killing
And the butchery started.
The collective voice of 80,000 people
Who had marched
For hours and hours
Meant absolutely nothing
When they were cut down
Like cattle by the score.
Everybody had arrived in a
Disciplined and organised contingent
Like a troop of soldiers
From the hills
And the outskirts
But ran like scared children
When the sabres flashed
In the daylight,
And the bodies lined the fields
While others
Were kicked down cellars casually
And pregnant women
Had their skulls ripped open.
Everybody had arrived
To peacefully protest
Proclaiming Henry Hunt’s words
Armed with no weapon
But a self approving conscience.
It meant nothing of course
And the stench
Still stinks across time
And echoing footsteps
Across Manchester Peace Gardens
Near where scores
Were cut down without mercy,
Without a care
Like daytime ghosts
Lost on a carnivorous landscape,
Before disappearing into the sunset
And cruelty
Which has only changed shade
In the years since
But never it’s texture.
It meant absolutely nothing
Once the killing
And the butchery started.
The collective voice of 80,000 people
Who had marched
For hours and hours
Meant absolutely nothing
When they were cut down
Like cattle by the score.
Everybody had arrived in a
Disciplined and organised contingent
Like a troop of soldiers
From the hills
And the outskirts
But ran like scared children
When the sabres flashed
In the daylight,
And the bodies lined the fields
While others
Were kicked down cellars casually
And pregnant women
Had their skulls ripped open.
Everybody had arrived
To peacefully protest
Proclaiming Henry Hunt’s words
Armed with no weapon
But a self approving conscience.
It meant nothing of course
And the stench
Still stinks across time
And echoing footsteps
Across Manchester Peace Gardens
Near where scores
Were cut down without mercy,
Without a care
Like daytime ghosts
Lost on a carnivorous landscape,
Before disappearing into the sunset
And cruelty
Which has only changed shade
In the years since
But never it’s texture.
Never it’s texture.
Remembering Shelley’s words
Ye are many – they are few.
Ye are many – they are few.
Ye are many – they are few.
Ye are many – they are few
But never it’s texture.
But never it’s texture.
Something we could all with remembering.
(In memory of those who lost their lives at Peterloo)
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