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Church Music

Last week I was lucky enough to be able to actually attend one of my good friend Theo Jackson’s live jazz gigs. I have known Theo for years now, and have always been aware of and enjoyed his brilliance behind a piano, but its rare that I actually ever get to one of his gigs; Stuck out here in provincial old Oxford away from the hubbub of the metropolitan Jazz Scene I have somehow missed all of his recent gigs. He continues to invite me, but I suspect harboured the creeping doubt that I was a member of the “I want to do that” clan that never actually get round to doing ‘that.’ But I made it, and what a gig! 

Theo is a muso who studied music in Durham, who in the last few months has played such prestigious venues as Ronnie Scotts’, The 606 Club, and the Pizza Express Jazz Club. Last week he played in the Church at St Michael of the North Gate, Oxford. The atmospheric lighting, surrounds, and fabulous acoustics were utilised brilliantly, and the harsher sounds of Nathaniel’s alto sax mixed well with Theo’s piano and the warm cans of beer on sale at the back of the church.

If you do get a chance to go and see them both live, its well worth the effort. Even if it means a trip to the metropolis.

You can get all Theo’s details, videos, and details of future gigs here.

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Fantastic to Faceless: Lamenting the Loss of Sausage and Mash

This from Pennyforathink’sBlog… (which is excellent) about the demise of the Big Bang (which is sadly no longer.)

Max Mason in his coffin. RIP.

A really good appraisal of the sorry state of affairs in Jericho and the slow and grinding loss of “side street quirks, itty bitty little pubs and restaurants, higgeldy piggeldy shops, unusual and hearty local food and interesting people are what makes a town more than a grid system of streets.”

I could not have put it better myself… follow this link. I loved the line about “White bread consumerism for the 21st century; menus online, credit cards accepted.”

I have little doubt that Max will reincarnate somewhere, in some form, but for now, we have all lost something more than bangers and mash.

The Last Night of the Big Bang. Just before the coppers arrived. (again.)

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Stillness

Stillness in Oxford Last Night. (apart from the bus in the bottom right corner....)

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People are like stained glass windows…

I used to live in this building when I was an undergraduate at St Anne’s. My first year room was so small I could touch all four walls without moving my feet, and my wardrobe was in the girl next door’s room (which at least game me a chance to talk to her…) My final year room was one of those enormous Victorian parlour rooms with a fireplace, ceilings like a cathedral, and arcitraving a foot deep… any how, this glass formed the front door.

When I walk home from the Rose & Crown (or Rosencrantz and Guildenstern as Pete calls it) on North Parade I pass this window, and it remind me of the good time I had in there and the people I met. Many are still good friends now. Its not the most beautiful glass, and I have never worked out what they are all staring at, but it reminds my of the quote from Elizabeth Maher-Ross. “People are like stained glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.” It makes me smile. But then again maybe thats the beer.


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Pitt Rivers’ Caravan…

Augustus Henry Lane Fox Pitt Rivers was an army officer, ethnologist, and archeologist and magpie. He was noted for his innovations in archaeological methods, and in the museum display of archaeological and ethnological collections. He also collected stuff on an Imperial scale. His collections now form the core of the Pitt Rivers Museum… one of my favourite places in the whole world… anyway… his collecting caravan that he had dragged across the globe used to be stored in the garden of the Human Sciences Centre, but now has appeared as the ticket kiosk of the University’s Arboretum… itself well worth a look. The nice ticket lady thought I was bonkers, but did let me take a photo…

Do check out both the Pitt Rivers Museum and the University Arboretum.

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