A Spanish artist in London

I recently got involved in an exhibition and event at a Marylebone Gallery, Imitate Modern at 27a Devonshire Street, showcasing a brilliant young Spanish (well technically Catalan) artist in his first London showing. His name is Xavier Gonzalez d”Egara, a fiery and poetic abstract painter from Barcelona who sits in the same deeply emotional terrain as the great master Antoni Tapies who recently passed away.

Xavier actually knew Tapies and certainly there is the same elemental feel about some of his work, combining fire and earth, literally using flame and sand on his canvases. The result has that uniquely Spanish combination of the earthy and the ethereal, technically adept but full of soul and passion.

As well as an impressive exhibition of a series of his paintings, all inspired by specific pieces of music, Xavier put on a display of live painting at a packed gallery which I was honoured to introduce. Again he was backed by a live DJ playing electronic sounds as he spread colour across a perspex sheet, scarifying it with blades and using various implements to create a series of fluid, often very beautiful effects, which would then be wiped out or reformed as a the rhythm and the emotion changed. Eventually, with a genuine sense of tension in the air he picked up a power drill and began at first to beat out a tattoo on the piece before mutilating and then finally destroying it in an act of self vandalism. It was certainly a dramatic end to a fascinating evening.

The remaining works on canvas can be seen at www.imitatemodern.com, but a report and film of the event can be seen here on the website of El Pais Spain’s leading daily newspaper. http://cultura.elpais.com/cultura/2012/03/30/actualidad/1333126587_484800.html

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Nick Lowe Live

Went and saw one of the finest and yet amazingly undervalued writers and singers that we possess the other night. Nick Lowe, aka basher, the bard of Brentford, has been making great music since the pub rock days of Brinsley Schwarz and in recent years has put out a string of magnificent, mature albums full of poignant, clever, worldly songs, sung in his increasingly deep, smooth baritone.

The gig was at the Leicester Square theatre, a nicely seedy little old Burlesque venue near the Prince Charles theatre, which he played for five nights, so much better than one night in an enormo venue, because you got a real sense of intimacy and a feeling of togetherness, and besides they had a bar inside the hall itself. The crowd was not what you’d call young, but then this is definitely music for grown ups, and the audience had clearly been with him for years as they sang along with songs from every stage of his career. Continue reading

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Peckham Rye

I have developed an insatiable addiction to the neckerchief. I put this down partly to my Ronnie Lane fetish, a sartorial icon if ever there was one, partly because a silk strip worn round the neck marks a man out as a stylist of some repute. Not the big wide scarves that actually keep you toasty, nor the neat, under the shirt cravat which is still a little too Noel Coward for my tastes, but a splendid half way house which suits both smart and casual. A neckerchief  can be draped round an overcoat, or over a shirt, worn open ended or knotted like an impromptu tie. Because it is inevitably casual the neckerfchief looks  dandyish, but adds a touch of slightly dashing dishevelment to any outfit. And I have found the ideal purveyor.

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Gregory Live

I am in definite danger of going on too much about the talented Mr Porter, but having just seen him at the Pizza Express deliver a live set of immense majesty and charm, it is hard not to come to the conclusion that he is currently the best singer in the world.

Make no mistakes, it is proper jazz with a band that can blow pretty far out but it’s all held together by that big lion of a man with his voice and his songs the stars of the show. He dominates the stage, not just with his sizeable physical presence, but also with a personality which is all encompasing; funny, angry, intense, easygoing, but above all hugely human. And that voice, a rich, malleable baritone which can be funky, soulful, almost operatic at times. Continue reading

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Lovely Merchants

If any of you are interested in seeing my wife’s work (she’s a photographer) and visiting what I am told is a pop up shop, (or perhaps spontaneous retail opportunity) she will be at Lovely Merchants this sunday 12th Feb, 12-5.30. The fact that it happens to be in a pub, and a lovely one at that, The Victoria at 2 Mornington Terrace NW1 is a bonus if you are more interested in drinking than shopping.

As well as Christina’s prints and cards there’s loads of stalls flogging everything from cakes to jewellery, and although I don’t have an abiding interest in organic beauty products, I rather enjoyed the last time they held one of these, a good crowd came and a good time was had. That was just before Christmas, this time Valentines Day is one the horizon, and if like me you are lost for what to buy for some-one you love, you could do worse than head to Lovely Merchants.

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SHOCK THE SYSTEM AT THE LONDON TRANSPORT MUSEUM

I have undeniable bus and trainspotter tendencies, which means that I love the London Transport museum in Covent Garden. I still get a real buzz from the upholstery of an old Bakerloo line tube carriage or the sound of a bell on a gleaming Routemaster. But I am also genuinely intrigued by the social history of transport in London which is a large part of the history of London itself.

I also get involved with the museum occasionally hosting events and debates in their fine lecture theatre, and this coming wednesday 8th February I am doing just that, chairing a debate called Shock The System. It looks at the freedoms and convenience that new technology brings, but also the dangers of a society where our every move is recorded and monitered. The Oyster card for example has made life in London much easier, but also made it easier to track us wherever we go. Surveillance cameras, computer records, credit card transactions, we live in one of the most technologically advanced and minutely observed societies of them all.

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Johnson’s and the lost look

Having Lloyd Johnson on my show last week was like an amazing walk back down sartorial memory lane. Lloyd was the man behind some of the best clothes stalls and shops of the 70′s and 80′s, a fabulous old mod from the south coast who set up stall in London in the early 70′s making dandified gear for the likes of Rod Stewart and Faces. He was the fellow behind that iconic white jacket with red leather trim and red strides Rod is sporting on the inside cover of Gasoline alley, one of the all time great assemblages.

Later his stall in Kensington Market was one of the places along with Acme Attractions on the Kings Road to get your pre-punk soul boy gear, pink pegs, winklepickers, bowling shirts, plastic sandals, back in 75, which is when I first went there as a suburban kid with a wedge. The fact that Lloyd remembered me hovering around his stall, dressed in a tweed suit aged 16, was such a buzz.

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At last – The Descendants

In my effort to catch up with the latest rated movies I’ve sat through a couple of rotters:The Iron Lady, great performance, poor film and The Artist, Great Hype soppy film. Now, just as my belief in contemporary cinema was about to evaporate entirely along comes a corker, albeit a very modest one.

The Descendants is a funny, wise, intriguing little film with a very big star at the top of his game. George Clooney is suitably unspectacular in the lead role of a Hawaiian estate agent whose wife is in a coma and whose life is in a mess, a shambling man with a rambling, wonderfully disfunctional family and a big decision or two to make. Continue reading

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Gregory Porter – Star

I know I can be prone to excessive enthusiasm, but it’s been a long time since I’ve been quite so excited by a new talent (except perhaps Adel Taarabt last season), as I am about the wondrous singing and songwriting of Mr Gregory Porter. A big, roaring talent to tell everybody about.

I’ve been hearing the name for a couple of years now in jazz circles, and he is certainly not a new kid on the block, but it was only last year that he made his first solo album and his first appearances in the UK. And I am totally blown away. His first record Water, was by some distance my favourite of last year, and now the new one Be Good is even better. Continue reading

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The Artist – Emperor’s Old Clothes

I went to the British Film Critics Circle awards this week and had a great time. Jason Solomon’s presented with real elan, lots of stars I didn’t recognise and a brilliant setting at the BFI. Watching people raving about all those movies I hadn’t seen made me promise to go to the movies more and I thought I’d start with The Artist as every critic deemed it a masterpiece. Continue reading

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