two lovely days in Geneva.

Two fab days in Geneva, with my Godson and his lovely parents and sister. Was great to be able to tag this on the front of the tour for v. little extra cash, and to get some time with lovely friends, and to be God-dad for a while (am, as a general rule, a fairly crap God-parent – TSP is much better than I at such things).

It’s also been really lovely and refreshing to get to know an area by doing something other than shopping. Normally, when you get to a new city, you head for the centre of town and wander through the shops and touristy things. Here, because of the kids, we’ve been going to parks a lot. Great marvellous fabulous parks, with animals, and climbing frames and views over lake Geneva (no smoke on the water here though). Seems like a totally excellent place to be, and I’ve had a truly wonderful time.

Tomorrow it’s onto Milan, for bass clinic during the day, and gig in the evening at a club called ‘Atmosphere’. Better start planning an actual set list then! See you there… ;o)

Daily Drawing Diary

DailyDrawingDiary.com is the site of Rob Pepper – professional artist living and working in London. Most of his work is what he calls ‘conscious reflex’ method, which means he doesn’t look at the page while he’s drawing. And, surprise surprise, he’s got very very good at it indeed. It imbues his work with a really interesting quality, and the RSS feed from DDD.com will keep you up to date as he updates it. All fabulous stuff, and part of the online creative soup that energises me each morning.

His T-shirts are rather lovely too…

Iggy Pop's rider…

Now this is seriously funny – Iggy Pop’s gig rider – just in case you don’t know, a rider is the list of stuff that a band/artist sends to the organiser saying what they want/need back stage, onstage, before and after the gig. The bigger the band, the more elaborate their demands tend to be, though most of the time the expense of the rider comes out of the fee anyway.

But this one is so good, written by one of the techs on the tour, Jos, he’s clearly having some fun. There’s 18 pages of it, so set aside 15 minutes to read it…

Top jazz fact…

Thelonius Monk’s middle name was Sphere! What fantastic parent’s he must’ve had, to name their son ‘Thelonius Sphere’.

And I think therein lies my problem – Steve Turner always said that he’s childhood was too stable to be a ‘proper’ poet (well, he wrote a poem about that, anyway), and I think my name is too normal for me to ever be a jazz legend.

So, a list of possible jazz middle names – tree, crumbs, glassware, trousers, tarmac, risotto, kneecap, jupiter, enema, chimney, armchair, poppins, cuffs, anglepoise, aldi, betamax, combustible, sludge, tabasco, compost, certified….

nope, just going to stick with ‘steve lawson’ for now. though it must be said, steve ‘anglepoise’ lawson has a certain air of mystique…

OK, who thought Jackass was some kind of infomercial?

the crassness of the world of amusement parks just hit an all time low with this story – if you eat a LIVE cockroach, you get to jump the queues for all the rides…

er…

ummm…

WTF????????!?!?!?

What on earth is going on? It’s the kind of thing Steve-O off Jackass or those buffoons on Dirty Sanchez would do, thinking it was cool. But in both of their defenses, they got a TV series out of it!!! That’s a career, all be it a weird one that involves covering yourself in human waste and nailing your scrotum to a plank on occasion… The idea that eating live insects is somehow a good thing to do to get onto amusement rides quicker is utterly beyond me. Quite apart from the being vegetarian part of me, crunching up live-but-immanently-dead animals just seems very wrong indeed. (actually i doubt it is quite apart from me being vegetarian – my repulsion at it is definitely heightened by my general distain for eating meat…)

As we used to say in the 80s, pre-Blair; ‘it could only happen in America’.

What, no Geddy Lee?

Thanks to a link from L1z’s blog, I headed over to MyHeritage.com and did their face recognition thingie. Here’s the result – I quite like being a cross between Trent Reznor and Keith Jarrett, but no Geddy Lee? shurely shum mishtake?

one year on

Yesterday was the first anniversary of the death of Eric Roche. On Tuesday night, TSP and I went to see Nizlopi play at KoKo in Camden, and one of the support acts, Newton Faulkner studied with Eric, and commented after the gig when I mentioned that Eric had been a good friend, ‘I pretty much owe everything to Eric’.

I’ve spent a lot of time this last year thinking about Eric, saddened by his death and by the thought that we’ll never get to play the music we had planned, to do the gigs we’d talked about, to record a duo version of ‘Deep Deep Down’. It’s funny, when he first told me he’d wanted me on it, I thought it was an after thought and as I was there he just said ‘yeah, I wanted you on it’, but quite a few people over the last year have said ‘ah, Steve Lawson, Eric told me about you’ and then mentioned that tune as the one he picked out that he wanted to do with me.

I now do a solo version of it, and as much as I enjoy playing it, it doesn’t sound the way it would if it were both of us…

Anyway, spare a thought for his wife and kids, and what they must be feeling – regrets about missed collaborations are infinitesimally small when compared to the loss of a life partner, parent, child…

And if you haven’t already got Eric’s CDs, head over EricRoche.com and order them, they’re all great.

Steve Irwin's death…

So the big news today pretty much across all the news sources I’ve looked at has been the death of Steve Irwin. And, like a lot of people, TSP and I have been talking about him, his conservation work, how his work as a naturalist contrasted with his ‘crocodile hunter’ image (which never involved hunting them at all, as far as I can see).

I always feel a bit weird about the sadness that surrounds celeb deaths, especially those who haven’t really made much of a dent in your life – I mean, John Peel’s death felt like something major had gone from the lives of an entire generation of British radio listeners and musicians, but Steve Irwin was always a novelty character on UK TV, someone to be giggled at as he hammed up an encounter with some poisonous critter or other.

There’s a deep and genuine sadness for his family – his wife and two small children – it’s always terrible to hear of families that are bereaved. And that’s just it. There are loads of bereaved families every day, there are naturalists and conservationists dying, there are humanitarian workers being killed, peace protesters in the middle east, aid workers in Darfur, good people, unknown, unsung wonderful selfless people who die and leave a devastating hole in their families, but don’t make the news because they weren’t showbiz enough.

This isn’t to take anything away from sadness of Steve Irwin’s death, or to suggest that we should have a TV channel for obituaries of ordinary people. More that we should be aware of our own dispensation towards colourful characters, be they in the media or in our social situations. It’s easy to mourn the death of a star, just as it’s easy to mark any event in the lives of people who make themselves the centre of attention, but it’s harder to see, to recognise the good done by those who don’t do their positive work in the spotlight, who don’t have a catchphrase, or a film about their life, but instead get on with doing their thing. And if we’re not careful we’ll miss them, miss the chances we have to celebrate them, the encourage them and to support their families if they are tragically taken away.

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