The Still Walking festival, now in its fifth year, has made its return to Birmingham this week, and will run until the 26th. This post will talk about the writing I’ve done for the festival, and eventually spotlight on one of the co-directors Darryl Georgiou, who is presenting a walk entitled “Looking for Kline” this evening, where he will take walkers on a tour around the set locations for the 70s BBC TV drama “Gangsters.”
Birmingham is hot property. Birmingham has property. Areas with potential for regeneration are being discussed to be sold national and international investors, who will hopefully look to spend billions on property whilst making their homes in the city.
The Public Realm EP was a reaction last year to the council’s attempt to silence buskers in the centre of Birmingham, claiming that their amplified noise was distracting to shopkeepers, office workers and flat dwellers. The EP would see me wondering around the city recording the noises that I encountered and sharing them on this blog and possibly later bandcamp and/or soundcloud.
When I performed at The Anchor Gallery as overseen by Rachel Mayfield on Saturday 23rd, I got talking to a man called James Kerr, instantly yabbering on to him about folk horror and hauntology as if we’d just caught up after seven years away. When it was time to go, after stirling sets from Carys Matic, Pip Barlow and Sue Nicholls amongst others, James approached me to buy one of the books, which the intention of reading some extracts on his radio show on Regal Radio. Last Thursday, he did that very thing…
This Saturday I will be performing a showcase spoken word slot at The Anchor Gallery at Buddies 232 Cafe, on Moseley Street in Digbeth. The Anchor Gallery has been created by artist Rachel Mayfield, and the event is part of her first installation ‘Show Me Your Birmingham’, a collaborative venture that features artists who she has met and made friends with since returning to her native Birmingham last year.
It’s never been the most celebrated of thoroughfares, this arcade that joins High Street to Union Street. Apart from memories of the busker who used to bash a tambourine with no jingles around the early 90s, and the time where a group of Hare Krishnas led a procession in and out of the passage, nothing really has stuck in the mind about it.