An Gath Vlewek - Gwyngala 2017

Blastin' out from our Invertebrate Transmitters with valves aglow to push out the sound through pulsing glass, wire, cardboard and ebony-wood cabinets, all ashake and arumble.  The popping cones of the speakers bark and tapes spool, spiel and unreel, running on crackling acetate and glistening obsidian shellac - sounds shaped by city-hands, chilly hands, fingers stiff, plucking at E-strings and rattling the snare - a snarl and a stream of sweat show sincerity and 'No Surrender' daubed on walls of grimy brick our creed-

Hey - that's no calypso!  ('orse-mout' on drums)





One Love!

Ephemeral Flim Flam That Fluttered Once Forth To Froth

So there I was, walking down the road, when all of a sudden-   
(Open a new tab and expand your image)  Ancient geometrical rhythms, patterns in the cloth, the march of the mountains, a faded colour-postcard, Kodachrome film flickering, people in outdated clothes, hats, newspapers clutched, streets bustling with gone-people, living-only-in-film-people, black-and-white-film-people gone drifting back in time.  

Τρυγόνα

Πήγαινα Το Δρόμο Δρόμο - Pigaina To Dromo Dromo

Μοιρολόι με γυρίσματα * Πετρολούκας Χαλκιάς

Γκάιντα Πυρσογιαννίτικη - Μαστοροχώρια Κόνιτσας (Ήπειρος)

Dream Yesterdays Summer

Ain’t always got the time to dream and slip into the summer meadows yesterday, dappled sunlight in the trees, through the meadow and into the tress, drowsy with summers’ torpor dropping like honey-flies from the leaves of the trees, glinting in the glade so cool.  Time to slip and slide to where stupas melt in time and fjords reflect the pure sky…  through the meadow and into the trees….   through the wildflower meadow, buzzing with insects of summer grass.  Into the trees, into the trees.....  

Scritti Politti – Doubt Beat

The Lyres – We Sell Soul

The Versatiles – Someone To Love

Junior Byles – If You Don’t Know Me By Now

ΜΑΡΟΚΟ, 1940, ΜΑΡΚΟΣ ΒΑΜΒΑΚΑΡΗΣ, ΑΠΟΣΤΟΛΟΣ ΧΑΤΖΗΧΡΗΣΤΟΣ

Morocco – Markos Vamvakaris, Apostolos Katsichristos - 1940

ΕΛΕΝΗ ΜΙΚΡΟΠΑΝΤΡΕΜΕΝΗ, 1936, ΧΑΡΑΛΑΜΠΟΣ ΠΑΝΑΓΗΣ

Slip into the dream of consciousness.....