NOVEMBER
Many beast and critters inhabit this ungodly and infernal plane – there are enemies everywhere. These are the sorts of unholy thoughts you begin to think when your four weeks behind on an assignment, 5 hours into a exotic cocktail of narcotics, part mescaline, part animal hide, filled with poppers, toppers, laughters and droppers, while dangling upside down 30 feet in the air over running water. Why was I here? Blasted memory! This is what 40 years of inebriation will do to your synapses cal cauterization. But even on a cool 5am morning such as this, after a night of revelry to shame even Larry Flynt, my faculties operate better than this. One begins to operate beneath the level of consciousness, after a while, when one begins to live the life of a habitual narcotics user. Your ordinary upstanding citizen would just not be able to cope under these situations. But I am no ordinary upstanding citizen, I’ wheeling, hitchhiking rube of an American, with enough vitamin B3 running through my veins to down an ox (careful on the stuff fellas
You’ll turn ripe as a tomato and feel like your burning all over – heavy shit. Seriously). So how did I get here? My mind was getting heady by now. It must have been that mysterious purple thing that foul hippy had given me in the bar, these bloody Brits! This is a savage country, some benighted landscape full of yellow crawling, heinous drooling swine! If I saw one more yuppy try to hustle some political affiliation out of me, all huffed up on pitas and cream, I think I these people is like talking to something out of a J.R.R Tolkien novel, turn down the wrong alley and it goblin staring at you. Damn this terrain gets into you, it never comes out. Soon you sweater jumpers, drinking tea and playing crickets. I knew I had to get out of here before these aristocratic moon bats trapped me for good. But what was this lights show anyway? And who had sent me? All was beginning to dimly come back to me between my hallucinations. Id been sent this assignment by some new Cheese (who the fuck is Plastic Cheese? [damn masochists! I suspect their editor is half witted some half witted geek, with yellow teeth etc etc etc
regular cynicism.and when allowed, hopefully our own live events to provide an opportunity for free creative expression in Durham. This is your space. Do what you want with it, put what you want in it.
advocate original creation, creative expression, anything out of the ordinary, anything leftfield.
We will:provide a space for creative endeavours, regardless skill or ability (but donprovide updates on events of interest upcoming in Durham (bands, gigs, poetry, art). Durham only.
tween performer and audience. If you want to create, and perform, there should be a forum available to allow this. In doing so, we can empower people to create their own fun, simultaneously adding the much needed variation to Durham. This forum is what PC hopes to provide, and advocate, however it can.
The Third Way Now close your eyes (but get your mate to read this out to you). Imagine you could strike a balance between these two extremes, and create a third option with the advantages of both the others. Social, yet musically interesting and varied. Furthermore, accessible, without the gulf of technical skill be-
I ’ cheese, this is musically varied. However, it faces the converse problem. It is so esoteric, the music of intellectuals, opaque and insular. Further, this is music made to be appreciated from a distance: if you want to become a performer yourself, you are looking at years of training in order to reach a proficient level. So you are confined to the audience. However, I believe that in order to create a music scene (which is what we the people on the stage. By making it accessible, the bands multiply and the scene grows as everyone has a go. (What Kripke refers to as the create, not just consume, because it is fun. By making the music accessible, there is an opportunity for anyone to create, with purpose and support.
Option 2: Jazz
I ’ getting boring. One night is very much like the last; they become hard to separate from one another. Why? Because there is in fact nothing to differentiate them. The music? No, its always the same. The appeal is not the music, its your mates; they are the source of entertainment, and the music is there to provide the cues. There are no DJs, just the same middle aged dude behind a laptop. Without variation in music, there is little by which to differentiate one night from another.
Option 1: Cheese
The way I see it, you have two musical options in Durham.
THE THIRD WAY!
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One Line Reviews Spider Noisesa personal favourite. One guy, and an acoustic guitar. Plus a lot of shouting and really original song writing. First Blushseeing these lot is probably the closest you ’ ll get to a real gig in Durham. They are loud and angry. Nice. Rob Caesarrecently released a new album, Rob ’ s music is rich in melancholy and atmosphere; new album ‘ Disordered ’ on Spotify.Angharad Daviesthe sound of Durham? Quiet, relaxed, melancholy I love it. Find her new single ‘ play it by ear ’ on Spotify. Women ’ s Fashiongods among mortals, these guys are good. Play postpunky stuff. Kevin ’ s Fever Dreamnew kids on the block, committed to purely original music. Not the best, but the most enthusiastic. Drain Kleenera good name, yet to have any members. Are you in a band? I want to know! Let me know what you like. Find contact details at the end.
a curdled bruising appeared from a blow across an infected horizon silencing the general malaise. clouds sewn into a frenzy; tormented and tainting the sunset they cast shadows across the gardens white meadows sprayed over blue-black bulbs dragged themselves from the soil dog headed and drooping under leafy cloaks like carcass chandeliers; swelling veins of throttled roses burst, exploded, dead, they threw themselves so violently across the grounds. Bloodshed in a violent crimson, courting viridian suitors in a jewelled blaze an emerald-scarlet haze.
6. Perform.
5. Continue, changing rhyme when you want, until you have 4 verses with 4 choruses.
4. They write another line based on the theme that rhymes with the last word in the previous lyric.
1. Decide on a theme. 2. Write a single lyric. 3. Cover up all but the last word and pass it on.
Now the peonies glisten as new stars do, With early mornings dew worn proudly upon each petalPowered cables strung atop transparent, tough and weightless, gliding from roof to roof we will resist it they scream. Dew upon dew upon dew.
And so a torrent day will do wonders
For the world beneath its skin veins expand and nature breathesAnd all is right as rain again.
Eva Moss
Are you are in a band, or written some poetry? Maybe you're hosting a gallery viewing in your basement? Or perhaps you just have something to say, and there’s too much swearing in it for anyone else to take it. Let me know and I’ll put you in the next edition of plastic cheese. I’ll take pretty much anything, as long as its original. (That way, you can be a published author, and I don’t have to write as much.)
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