A year of gratitude

In an ‘I won a BAFTA’ gushing speech I just want to say thanks to those that made my year.

I’m very busy with essays and aerial dance/music projects at the mo and so this blogging’s gone a bit thin. The London writing will be published in some vague future date.

So i want to thank;

arthur Beales chandlery for providing small but super strong and super priced rigging pieces so my equipments higher.

steve the scaffolder for making me a rig and drilling holes out of generosity.

Robert for his music knowledge and giving his free time to share it.

Alice, Gary, Natalie, Helen, Dave and Hosheem for music gathering, instruments, Iranian fudge and green tea. Here’s to the project up our sleeves.

Alex and Katherine at Hangar Arts Trust for letting me be Mr Hyde and not putting a circus restraining order or a straight jacket on me. In some unexplainable way I love you both.

Al for letting trapeze hang from a banister.

The Thomas Pocklington Trust for giving me my first non shared home beside Richmond Park. And all here who have made me welcome.
Ellen for reappearing in my city for reminiscing and the title for my demo album title.

claire Cunningham for her advice and an amazing performance of Guide Gods

Micheal Nath for opening my brain to modernist Literature my dear darling ‘Percy’ Wyndham Lewis and T S Eliot.

Jackson’s Lane team for letting me somehow blag my way as a circus performer and finally create my aerial thing in a real theatre.

Lito for photography my pointe shoes.

Mill Mead studios for letting me stomp like an elephant en pointe in their studio.

London Dance Academy for the best studio rates and easy rigging height and lovely studio I’ve got to spin upside down in

Jeordie (Twiggy Ramirez) for the song that started the idea and saying It was cool to use it.

David for still being David.


Hangar lhangar Im happy again look!aerial net and Jaggar

This time last year I had no home….

Beastly black nets are for life not just for christma (cabarets).

Freed from circus captivity

After years doing aerial dance on a cramped hammock stand I am finally free! And while the hammock stand has been fab and sturdy I would privately recommend it for very low and peaceful aerial dance if limited but lovely to hang at home. I will most definately not, like I have seen, set up a business and sell them as home aerial rigs! ( if you would like more info on this please pm)

Look! I now have space to stretch out while spinning. My apartment manager may go bizurk but until then spin spin spin!

lyra eyebolt beam

My new song, first piano song- Landslides

This is terrible but like Frankenstein it came into inaudible existance of a song.

After days trying to sing like a human being I was encouraged to go back to my Olive Oil from Pop-Eye style of vocals.

The words are:

I was dreaming
I was running
In the dark and in the snow

I wanted summer/someone to wake me
And give some hope

Is it cold on your mountain?
What does India see?

Is it cold on your mountain
The suns rising

And I know
When u wake the Lillies fade
im out of reach

Petals drop like the memory of flying

Is it cold on your mountain
Tell me

I slept on ropes in city shadows
Now suns rising

Garage Band-Unseen songs

Life has taken a strange musical twist.
For the last few weeks I have been joining a music jam led by a volunteer professional run by the charity that housed me.
Initially I thought this might be lots of blind people singing wheels on the bus with tamborines, you get where I’m coming from…
The first session made me cry drom being put on the spot to play my guitar asked to instantly make up something with the same unknown notes the others played on piano, flute and guitar. Other than some desperate busking and learning chords and bottle neck with my dad I’ve never played with musicians. I don’t know notes scales or keys on a guitar despite reading sheet music since the age of 6. Songs just tumble out the strings.

But it got me playing again. The horror of jamming with other when I come from the school of Blind Willie Johnson and Jack White and they play woodwind by ear, made me crave sitting under a tree screeching my own songs that I haven’t stopped.

The workshop leader is fantastic and his knowledge is what made me go back for another try.

Also an amazing neighbour set up her mic’s and mixing desk and with lots of effects singing became haunting and effortless. We sounded like that Siren Song in The Lovely Bones movie. And it just happened: we stood up and without any discussion formed a song with lyrics That fell out.

Then I got garage band. Yesterday I found five people developing a scrap of one of my songs. And me singing, terribly, but singing. You see my talking voice is huge but when I sing its tiny and fragile and cant be pushed over 5 instruments. But hey, it happened.

Not content with my idea composed of mixed piano presets I snuck in the communal lounge after closing and with lots of swearing at siri on the ipad, taught myself piano chords. Then I had every note from the presets to put in order!

Tonight I’ve half a song. Strings were added and again, I wasn’t happy with tapping pre-arranged chords so set the app to the individual cello strings. Hunting and hunting only having a screen with 4 strings I have found the notes that match the piano!

It’s getting there……..