Golly, what a evening. First, it's Robert Plant night on BBC2, and if anyone is missing/has missed it, get yourself to iPlayer now. The Band of Joy! Satan, Your Kingdom Must Come Down!
Anyway, it is absolutely a time for exclamation marks, for as you may recall on the 25th of October this year TraVerses, a brand new collaborative poetry in performance event, launched at the Traverse Theatre in Edinburgh.
On said night, Mr McKay senior kindly let me borrow an item of stock from his shop, to whit, a Sony Handycam DCR-SR90E (I'm looking at the box here). Not actually wanting to touch it, I gave it to Jennifer Williams, the wonderful woman who conceived and organised the whole event, and told her that if she could work it, she could use it. Well, she did, and as far as the technical team at my house (me and Mr T) have been able to work out, she managed to record most of the event.
Said technical team have, however, failed to establish any way to get the recording from the camera onto any medium on which it would play properly. The camera is due to go back to shop though, so my brother-in law (a technical McKay) should be able to make DVDs and things that we can send to people.
In a flash of inspiration tonight I thought I'd try and send the stuff to YouTube to see if that would work. It has, I think.
Quick interruption - Band of Joy now playing Houses of the Holy. Think I'm in heaven.
So I am delighted to present five lovely actors performing my unreadable poem (in that I've never been able to read it) M'Bebome Britin. There are actually seventeen different voices in this found work (all from Bebo), so they did a mighty fine job.
The actors are, from right to left;
Danielle Farrow (exactly as I imagined it!)
Thomas Hallen
Eliza Shackleton
Lauren Heatherill
Gregor Firth
The poem is theirs now, as they actually created this. I was just the words.
And if that doesn't work, here's a link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tUv6h2q79SM
I hope to get the poems I performed uploaded in the next few weeks (it's not easy being a technophobe) and if anyone that appeared that night drops by and wants to see themselves on YouTube, just leave a comment and I'll sweat to do yours too.
And for The Bug, the words.
M’Bebome Britin
im doing absoulutly nothing.
sitting on the computer typing this
hiya jade, are you a natural blonde
or have you just dyed your hair
glodie u kw hw lng i been tryin 2 call u
i cant find ur num help me
i need a fne and im nt askin
im orderin. im orderin.
Heyy Heyy ...What You Up To
Have you Pulled Chloe Yet
She Said She Loves You
And By The Way Can You Tell J
I Love Him I Love Him I Love Him
oh i do like that skin,
but im sticking to mine
because well its mine and
no one else has it.. i dnt think
hey hey Yuu kull? Holla bk
check dis tune out mate sick mate
really was round the canal,
but my oh to sober mate,
nt mentioning anyone,
had my best intentions at heart....
therl be no slpn this sat nite
im basicaly bored all the time reali
sitting on the sitting on the sitting on the computer typing this
WE ARE THE GORDIES. THE GORDIE BOOT BOYS !
FOR WE R MENTAL 4 WE ARE MAD
4 WE R The Brute are a strong, tall and monstronous creature
which is completely covered in hair.
They feast on mostly flesh,
especially those of the Human species, lol.
*BORN MACKEM* *LIVE MACKEM*
*SPEAK MACKEM* *DIE MACKEM*
Nahh I Still Prefer Rangers Tbh Innit .. x
I have a safe house.
Im going to hide nat in it.
I could sort you in there if you like
Do not tempt me Do not tempt me Do not tempt me
with those scones of yours
And last of all the English
they are gay's
they got crappy shitty country
along with every one in it
Alright little fella, i hope youve packed
all those racist jokes in
you were telling at that party
cos youl end up locked up!
Yeh But Datz History ..
Itz In Da Past ..
We Aint Got Any Probz
Wiv Yhoo Lot .. x
I was like your I was like your I was like your bitch today
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