Rowley Gallery Blog
Here’s a nice cartoon by Robert Crumb from Rock’s Back Pages on the pain of record collecting. Follow the link and the trail leads back to Discaholic Corner and a great interview with the cartoonist musician about his addiction to tracking down old 78s. Portrait d’un 78 Tard by Les Primitifs du Futur, on which he plays banjo, from their album World Musette, tells a similar tale –
If she sells sea shells on the sea shore these are the sea shells she sells I’m sure… Continue reading “British Shells”
There’s a new Art Wall at Kensington Place chockablock with fruits de mer and other tasty sea flavoured morsels by Jonny Hannah. He’s entitled it What Did The Deep Sea Say? and if you’re curious to know the answer, if you’re hungry for more please drop in next time you’re passing. Continue reading “Jonny Hannah At Kensington Place”
Amen, there’s a ring around the moon… there’s a light inside my chest that switched on when we first met and it will not let me rest… Amen. This is my favourite Jolie Holland song from Escondida.
Kap. Wlodek from their 1999 album Aus Glücklichen Tagen on Trikont, sehr schöne Musik.
This is for Ivor Cutler, in performance at the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane with The Roches, in the next seat at a Dollar Brand concert at Camden Town Hall, in the same train carriage from Hampstead Heath to Gospel Oak, now sadly departed. Also for Cosmo the cat, Beautiful Cosmo. These colour photographs are 100 years old from Russia. Cosmo is 15 years old from a cat shelter in Haringey.
Two framed flexi discs from the 1950s Soviet Union where underground samizdat recordings were pressed onto discarded x-ray film for the distribution of jazz music, which was prohibited after WW2. Continue reading “X-Ray Discs”
David Rees Davies brought us a few of his joyful paintings of birds. These are the first arrivals and hopefully more will follow soon, maybe a spring migration. He sent some words too. Continue reading “Conference Of The Birds”
July just before the Olympics I sat on Faringdon Folly Hill. Bright sun. Clear colour. White Horse Hill in the distance. From the west a ripple of coloured bands. Wavering smoke rainbow. Drawn through the Vale of the White Horse by a squadron of the Red Arrows as they practiced for the Olympics. Paul Nash battle of Britain paintings enacted just for me. Continue reading “Folly Hill Return”
