The black stitched cherry
being tossed down the pitch
is turned away for the deft quick single,
the sly look of happiness
on the batsman face as he outwits the wicket
keeper is all too evident
through my binoculars, purchased by my wife
for days such as this,
not a ship sailing on the edge of the horizon,
but to witness the glorious catch
of the fielder on the other side of the ropes, down
in the Noir of Third Man, one inch from a six.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10
https://www.facebook.com/davidmunnphotography, Photograph kindly reproduced from David Munn.
It might have been some years since Blink 182 had ventured to Liverpool, that they had taken The Echo by storm and left an indelible mark, the vibrant tattoo of youth, creative exposure and the insatiable pounding in the heart, for all to wear like a badge of honour for the following weeks as knowing glances and excited conversation took place around town and in the infancy of social media.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
The discovery of the uniquely compelling is often looked upon as a moment strangely captured by Time; that it takes both the raging sea and the crumbling land to carve out something as beautiful as the White Cliffs of Dover or the unseen motion of a star going Supernova to brighten the night sky, in these actions Time moves so slowly to create fiery brilliance, the majesty of the final effect is all that people witness.
Always here, among the mad,
the uneducated of history
who put on a uniform, a white sheet
between them and the same air breathed,
the crew cut hair do, close read this,
they have an agenda and you are not paying
attention closely enough,
they weren’t banished or defeated
when the mad moustache took his own life,
they are still here,
in the shadows, dressed as corporate,
tidy suits, pin badges
with Hi, I’m here to help, but always that agenda;
they might not march down Cable Street now
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *
Bridges are those in which we reach out in the hope of finding people in which to share meaning and understanding with, the passion and the fury, the love and the memories. They are the symbolic gesture that binds us but also they can be the moment of destruction, when the fragile peace and accord is ripped apart and razed to the ground, all that remains is the blackened stumps of former trust and the smouldering fire and for the dogged individual, for the one who sees that all eventually will smoulder, the phrase of the 21st Century personal revolutionary and social anarchist, They’re My Bridges And I’ll Burn Them If I Want To has perhaps never been more fitting.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
There are times when you look at the world of art and you wonder why nobody picks upon the ideals or the imagery laid down by American poet and philosopher Henry David Thoreau; the natural world, a place where the scene of the pastoral and the thought of unexplored sexuality and regret can go hand in hand but not be seen as overbearing or tasteless, instead like Thoreau be seen as gentle, the quivering in the stanza reflecting a need to have a simpler life, one where beauty is celebrated but not overtly pushed or alienated.
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The Great American Challenge has changed, it has become more sophisticated, less about humanity finding themselves in the great unknown and the partially unmapped, now the signposts have all been but removed and nobody truly knows where this great country is going, not those looking in with regret to a former nation of enlightenment and hope, not even those to whom the country represents their heritage and their dreams.
You have no power not now,
veiled threats perhaps
sly digs in which my name
spits
off your tongue, the kind of fascist
remark, I expect from you
but only missing a number, tattooed
on my skin.
Would you prefer I sank to my knees,
saying
Oh lordy master, please
don’t torture me so, don’t serve up me up
as example of your impotent rage,
for I see you for the weak and pathetic boy
that you are, ineffective
capitalist front, happy
to screw a person over
First generation punk act Penetration celebrate 40 years as a touring and recording band with an autumn U.K. tour.
Having played their first London show at the legendary Roxy club in April 1977 before releasing Don’t Dictate as their debut single that November, the group deem 2017 to be not only their own 40th anniversary, but also that of when punk hit the provinces.
A dozen dates in October/November, including the opening night of the tour which is at the 02 Academy in Liverpool, will feature a set that traces the musical path taken by the band from its origins, including early demo songs, right up to 2015’s triumphant comeback album, Resolution. It will work through their repertoire in chronological order.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
Cast: John Finnemore, Michael Palin.
The trouble is with the 20th Century, there are just too many candidates for the title of most destructive human to walk the Earth. Some merit their position purely by being in a position of power, by sending their armies into invade and cause annihilation of a particular people, of lives wiped out and their history’s erased purely out of suspicion and greed. For some though the misery they cause comes down to public arson, of dismantling the nation’s heritage all in the name of so called progress; Former Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher undoubtedly belongs in the column, and so too does the murderer of the Railways, Dr. Richard Beeching.