I don’t know if Samuel Beckett ever visited Orford, but when we were there – I took advantage of being at the seaside to lay in a store of sucking stones. Click on the play button below for an excerpt from Molloy spoken by Jack MacGowran. It’s one of my favourite pieces of Beckett tomfoolery.
In July I posted Elizabethan Oaks about the ancient oak trees of Hatfield Park, which prompted comments recommending Staverton Thicks, a dense, primeval woodland with the oldest oaks in East Anglia. I was intrigued. I’d not heard of it before. Continue reading “Staverton Thicks”
Into the woods with Sam Amidon to pick his banjo and holler some crazy music. Could this be Epping Forest or is it Vermont? The album was recorded in the Green Lanes of north London. Sam is playing at LSO St Luke’s tonight, October 26. You might also like to see him At Le Poisson Rouge.
Churaumi Aquarium, Okinawa. This is the main tank, the second largest in the world with 7,500 cubic metres of water. It is called the Kuroshio Sea and is home to whale sharks, manta rays and lots more. The video is courtesy of Chris Barnes and the music is Waterways by Ludovico Einaudi.
NOMO have blended the percussive afrobeat of Fela Kuti with equal parts Sun Ra and Art Ensemble of Chicago… Their use of electrified mbira makes this the cousin of the trance-inducing groove music of Konono №1. Transcendent, elemental sound for body & spirit. With a little bit of Pigbag for luck.
Jean Giono wrote this classic tale in 1953. It tells of a shepherd’s singlehanded reforestation of a desolate valley near Digne-les-Bains in Provence by slowly and devotedly planting acorns. Many who first read it thought it a true story. The author described it as an allegory intended to encourage the planting of trees. This enchanting animated film was made in 1987 by Frédéric Back and it is narrated by Christopher Plummer. Giono’s story may perhaps have influenced Joseph Beuys – 7000 Oaks.
This is probably one of the most famous lavender fields in all of France. It is cultivated by the monks of the Abbaye de Sénanque and blooms in early summer. By the time we got here it was all over. We hadn’t intended to come but the road from Venasque to Gordes was closed at Sénanque and we could go no further, so we turned around in the car park. That was the nearest we got. Continue reading “Three French Abbeys”