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Did you know that charity shops aren’t allowed to sell baby shoes? Why not? Stupid! I went to 3 and found nothing before they actually told me. So I’ve now got to hijack small children and upend them to look at the tread on the bottoms of their shoes. Then take rubbings. I was at less risk of arrest if I’d been able to buy a pair from Oxfam for goodness sake!

Anyway, I’ve managed to find a pair of bootee type things, but there’s not much in the way of tread pattern.

I’ve done most of the jobs I had on the list in the last post, except the tricky one. I can’t face calling back the newspaper ad woman, and I cant think what to say to her… Dread. You know when you just know something is going to take ages to explain and you know they just don’t really get it? Where do I start?

Off to Birmingham tomorrow to do a day of endurance French knitting in the Mailbox. Pop in if you’re around!

What I really want to do is get on with practical, creative work for the final show. What I have to do first feels like an army assault course. I have this lovely pink cotton dress with slightly conical/comical bust-darting just waiting for me to stitch on it. But no, first I have to finish writing 120 reports… I’m about half way through (I only do the art bit, so don’t feel too sorry for me). Arts week is a fortnight away so I have to send out emails to our visiting artists with last minute arrangements and confirmation, requests for invoices and so on. Then I have to timetable myself and the room, which over the week don’t necessarily coincide. I have ordered some materials, but this morning – note it’s Saturday – have to go to Worcester Resource Exchange for ferreting about purposes… you never know what you might find.

http://www.wre.uk.com/

Then there’s the day to day stuff, my son’s birthday this week, and Father’s day of course. Got to get to the farm for the meat. This family not terribly keen on vegetarianism. I could probably do with doing some housework, but as the MA has progressed, Mike seems to be doing most of that, bless him!

Then Arts week… 5 days of jollity and mayhem. Some teachers love it, but most tolerate it, a few loathe it. I have to keep my helpful enthusiastic smile on all week. I do love the thing, but supporting other people’s hatred of the whole affair can be draining. This time round I plan to do a variety of stuff… printing, embroidery, weaving, clay stuff, drawing, painting, a bit more printing, collage… with children ranging from 4-11.

The deadline is looming for the catalogue to be sent to the printers for the MA show.

The “art dept” of the local papers have misunderstood my instructions and have sent me a proof of my advert for the LOAF event, totally reworked on the computer, instead of just using the hand drawn one I sent as a jpeg as they requested. If I’d wanted to have it done on a computer I’d have done it myself. They have made about a dozen errors too! So I am going to have to have a difficult conversation on Monday about that one.

At some point before the 14th July, the shed has to be dismantled, loaded onto the van, transported to Stourbridge and re-erected for LOAF.

http://www.elenathomas.co.uk/events

I need to borrow some sort of awning in case it rains in the middle of July (hollow laughter). I printed out a table with time slots for people to take turns to make tea/ bake cakes/invigilate/sell raffle tickets and so on… getting people to write their names into it is quite difficult.

By the 19th July, all of this will be over (apart from show at end of August), term will be finished and I will be able to breathe again. I then have about 4 weeks to make, sew, record, practice and perform.

I shall wallow in those four weeks, soak up, relax, be invigorated by them.

Just a quick post… an interesting evening… great fun… just recorded “Inside Tracks” with Pete Whitehouse for WCRfm. It’s all a bit of a blur now really, but will be broadcast all around our area on 101.8fm, or online for those further afield, on Thursday at 7pm, then next Monday at 2pm….if you can really be bothered to listen to me prattling on about why these are my favourite songs!

here’s the link…

http://wcrfm.com/cmsms/index.php?page=Programmes

My list of songs was:

White Room – Cream

Tears of a Clown – Smokey Robinson and the Miracles

Us and Them – Pink Floyd

Oh You Pretty Things – David Bowie

Too Much Too Young – Specials

Somewhere – Tom Waits

We Do What We’re Told – Peter Gabriel

Great Expectations – Elbow

It’s Good to Getaway – Dan Whitehouse

Misread – Kings of Convenience

I hope they’re not all too predictable…

At the beginning of last month I started talking about my end of course essay. And about teaching and art practice, which I also wrote about a bit in the bloggers interview. How I constructed this essay was beginning to prey on my mind somewhat; the last thing I want to do at the moment is write an academic essay. My brain just doesn’t seem to be in the place for that anymore. But how easy it is to rattle off a couple of blog posts. *PING* light bulb moment! I’m going to write it like an extended blog post. Don’t panic, I shan’t be publishing it, as I have already established a sort of rule that the best length for me for a blog post is about 300 words. (oops, this one’s more)

As soon as this thought hit, I rattled off a reflective, chatty higgledy-piggledy 1800 words! By the time I’ve tidied it up and added some sage quotes from those much wiser than I, I’ll have it cracked. I haven’t yet put this idea to my tutor, who is conveniently on holiday. By the time I do, it’ll be a fait accompli! But it does seem appropriate to write it in this form as a rounding off of my experience.

Now…

Live music.

We need more of it.

Just as artists have started to look at alternative gallery spaces for art, where they don’t have to pay a hanging fee and extortionate amounts of commission, we need similar venues for live music. Venues that don’t charge an entrance fee that the musicians never see. I went to see Anja McCloskey at ORT Cafe in Birmingham last night. It was fab. Halfway through the set, one of the cafe staff went round with a collection tin for a whip round for the band. I put in what I might have paid for a ticket at another venue, other people seemed to be doing similar that I could see. All of this then went straight to the band. I don’t know how much they got in the end between them, as there were 5 in the band. But it went straight from the pockets of the audience to them. This shift in culture in these times has to be a good idea.

So, if you have a pub, a cafe, a bookshop, a clothes shop, a hairdresser’s, a newsagent, or even a garden shed… open it to live music, get your mates in, sell more drinks, cake, t shirts, haircuts and magazines or whatever while they are there, encourage people to give generously, and hand it over to the artists who have earned it.

P.S.

Anja is indeed playing in my shed on July 15th in Stourbridge…

see www.elenathomas.co.uk/events for details.

Running up to the performance last week, I wasn’t listening to anything else but the sound of my own voice, and the sound of my recorded sounds. Whenever I did, I found that I forgot what I was trying to do with my own piece, so I stopped. How do singers and musicians do it? How do they retain all that information in order to perform? How do they sing and play an instrument at the same time? I can’t sing and move at the same time! How do they remember more than one song at a time? Respect to them all, even the ones I can’t stand. It’s REALLY HARD to do!

So afterwards on the way home from the School of Art on Wednesday, I got into the car, took my iPod off repeat from my backing track, and scrolled down the list looking for something warm and comforting. As soon as I got to it I knew. Elbow. I needed Mr Garvey to sing to me. I started the process towards the end of “Leaders of the Free World” letting it run into “Seldom Seen Kid”.

One track is my reset button. “Great Expectations” settles my body and my mind. I physically relax into the repetitive rhythm of it, rocked in a cradle. I try to sing along. But Guy is a better guy than I. I can get to the high notes and the low notes. Given a run up, I can hold the long notes. But I can’t do it all at once. My breathing is all wrong always, and I gasp. I just think he’s great.

Next Monday I’m doing something really exciting. When I think about it I feel quite wobbly. One of our local radio stations WCRFM have asked (or has asked? They both look wrong) me to record a programme – “Inside Tracks” with Pete Whitehouse. It’s a bit like Desert Island discs, but with more music and without the hindering factors of luxury item, and having to take all that Shakespeare and the bible (surely I could just build a raft with that lot and sail home?). It has taken me WEEKS to decide on just 10 tracks. Thinking of 10 favourites is not too hard, but to try to illustrate your life, and important events with just 10 is tricky (specially at my age)…. I had about 30, then realised when I cut it down that they were all bunched up in particular times, so had to re-think many times before settling on the final 10. I have now done this, and I’m fairly content, but saddened by the fact that Nick Drake nor Elliott Smith nor John Martyn made the cut. But this Elbow track was the first one I chose – no-brainer really. In times of stress I have sat in my car after a day at work and just played it over and over. Then by the time I’m home I’m calm, my heart rate has settled, my blood pressure has lowered and I can smile at people again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5nKS3h-Y99w

http://wcrfm.com/cmsms/index.php?page=Programmes