A “dead” audience

“I never fully understood the need for a “live” audience. My music, because of its extreme quietude, would be happiest with a dead one.”

Morton Feldman, Conversations without Stravinsky (London Magazine, Vol. 6, No. 12, March 1967)

Posted in Uncategorized | Comments Off

Alternative TV – Life

Lyrics

Life’s about as wonderful as a record mart
I don’t like selling albums
But I don’t wanna go to work.
Life’s about as wonderful as a record mart
I haven’t got any money
that’s why I’m selling albums!

Life’s about as wonderful as a cold
Life’s about as wonderful as growing old
Life’s about as wonderful as a tramp lying dead in the road
Life’s about as wonderful…

Life’s about as wonderful as a dole que
I don’t like standing still
With the tramps and layabouts.
Life’s about as wonderful as a dole que
Bit I’ve got no choice
That’s why I’m standing in a que.

Life’s about as wonderful as a cold
Life’s about as wonderful as growing old
Life’s about as wonderful as a tramp lying dead in the road
Life’s about as wonderful…

Life’s about as wonderful as no electricity
I don’t like acoustics
Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young
Life’s about as wonderful as no electricity
I make out it’s poetry
That’s why I’m screamin’ at ya.

Life’s about as wonderful as a cold
Life’s about as wonderful as growing old
Life’s about as wonderful as a tramp lying dead in the road
Life’s about as wonderful…

Life’s about as wonderful

Posted in Music | Comments Off

Our lady of darkness

Cover of the first British edition of Fritz Leiber's Our Lady of Darkness (1978)

Posted in Literature | Comments Off

Abandoned stations in Antarctica

Abandoned sites are found in (former) industrial areas, as highlighted in the post on the Monteponi mine in Sardinia and as photographed by Bernd and Hilla Becher, who are famous for their photographs of industrial buildings, or in cities, as highlighted in a previous post about Abandoned London Underground Stations.

And even Antarctica, although sparsely populated, turns out to have its own abandoned stations, including the camp built by Robert Scott and his party on Ross Island in 1911, an actual ghost town at Whaler’s Bay on Deception Island , and abandoned whaling outposts on South Georgia, another Antarctic Island. These abandoned South Pole sites, the  lonely landscapes, the grim sub-zero temperatures, and its Mountains of Madness, can evoke truly fascinating and haunting experiences.

HT Grim Reviews

Posted in Art, Travel | Comments Off

Locations in Mark Samuels’ In the Face of Twilight

Mark Samuels’ bleak novella of urban horror, In the Face of Twilight, is set in London. Living in London, and being somewhat familiar with the settings in this story, this created a unique opportunity to see what places in his book actually do exist.

What follows is a selection of photos taken of locations that feature in In the Face of Twilight. Although some of the names of the real locations may be different from the story, based on all information given in the book, I am confident that these are the places that were portrayed.

‘Ivan Gilman had little choice when it came to deciding to rent the studio flat on the Archway Road.’ [page 3]

‘No more than twenty paces from his front door, the Rochester pub occupied the northern corners just south of his new flat.’ [page 6]

A luxuriant array of plants and flowers hung in the baskets around the walls and along the fire escape which one had to descend to reach the courtyard.’ [page 12]

‘He had also developed a strange fascination with nearby Archway Bridge’. [page 15]

‘The first portion of the approach ritual required him to begin from Archway Underground station.’ [page 18]

‘It was first required that one contemplated the Archway Tower, a great black monolith that had gone up in the 1970s above the Underground Station.’ [page 18]

‘Gilman trudged up Highgate Hill, passed ….., and the great eponymous hospital on the hill.  [page 19]

‘… this time on the approach to St. Joseph’s Catholic Church. Its great green dome dominated the skyline,…’ [page 19]

‘In front of the church building was a statue of the Saint,…’ [page 19]

‘As he forced himself up Swains Lane he could almost believe that he was in some remote part of the countryside.’ [page 20]

‘To Gilman’s right was the Highgate Literary and Scientific Institution, a two storey whitewashed Georgian Building.’ [page 20]

‘Now, once Gilman stood within Pond Square itself, the spire of the television mast that was his destination was clearly visible.’ [page 20]


‘He took shelter in the middle of the square underneath the overhanging roof of an abandoned public lavatory. ‘ [page 21]

‘He decided to make his way to the Sceptre Tavern in darkest Holborn.’ [page 27]

‘After a minute or so he saw the archway with the sign, just before Holborn Circus. It was fixed on a Victorian street lamp that had been converted to run off electricity instead of gas, and it read “The Sceptre Tavern”.’ [page 28]

‘Just around the corner, under a low doorway, was a snuggery bearing the legend “Ye Closet” in which Gilman’s crowd met.’ [page28]

‘Gilman looked west; to his left were the tottering Tudor buildings that had lasted for hundreds of years…’ [page 53]

‘The train drew to a halt at Goodge Street Station,…’ [page 70]

‘Gilman found himself on Malet Street and saw that the book emporium on the corner with Gower Street was open for business.’ [page 84]

‘Gilman was amazed and terrified when the bus drew alongside what had formerly been the disused Underground station York Road,….’ [page 104 /105]

‘Although at first bewildered, he quickly realised that he had somehow staggered into the old West section of Highgate Cemetery after last night’s debauch.’ [page115/116]



Posted in Literature, Urban | Comments Off