As we crawl agonisingly across the desert sands under the relentless blinding sun, there is a speck of colour in the shimmering distance… it could be a mirage, but…. As we slowly inch nearer, we see… yes… it’s a gig!
Salvation at last!
Saturday 11th – The Crown, Lechlade
A rather pretty little town up in the Cotswolds, and a very fine little pub. All we have to do is remember how to play. What could possibly go wrong?
And, in case you’re wondering what musos do when they have a weekend off, I can now tell you – rather to my consternation I found myself at an art exhibition yesterday.
The main exhibit that stuck in my mind was an installation called, apparently, “Cascade of Anxiety”. It consisted of an aluminium framework, containing three large white inflated rubber kidney bean shapes nestling on little hammocks. From time to time, pneumatically powered mechanical arms would extend and prod the kidney beans. All this accompanied to the sound of somebody learning to play the cello.
I find myself in agreement with the renowned philosopher sage Keith Richards, who when asked for his opinion of the subject, promptly responded.
“As far as I’m concerned, ‘Art’ is short for ‘Arthur’ “.
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