Echoes of Flavio's Ghost Dreaming

That was a good week-end, but increasingly I notice that I cannot do all-nighters and go to several clubs on the same night as I ... oh, ok, it always took me several days to recover from that sort of thing, but it doesn't get better as you get older. Still, it was all good.

On Friday I went to an exhibition of art of a Venezuelan friend -'Clay. Wallpaper. Venezuelan Scenarios' by Andrea Moreno at Craving Coffee in Tottenham Hale. The pieces had a lot of subtext related to the current Venezuelan political situation and to V'zlan popular culture. I enjoyed that. It was strange to be in a place where about 30% of the people present spoke in Spanish with Venezuelan accents -and addressed me in sort of cautious English. Surely I look and sound Venezuelan? My ex-girlfriend used to say I wrote with a Venezuelan accent....



Mondlicht was a blast, it is more or less the new incarnation of Invocation in a smaller, more central venue (the basement of the Albany in Gt Portland St). As I traditionally had a little birthday celebration at Reptile, I left at midnight and headed for Archway. Now, I like Reptile even though the choice of music is not always my cup; had a good bit of a dance, chatted with friends, but by 3:00 am I'd decided I'd had enough so headed home. Could have walked but didn't; the 134 takes me right to my doorstep from there. Had some good conversations but also discovered that somebody I quite like (beautiful, interesting woman in many respects and from every other interaction I'd had with her, intelligent and mature) turns out to be a climate change denier. As I backed off slowly, the other friend who was present was asking her about some other conspiracy theory trope 'sure you also believe then that...' and she replies 'actually, since you mention...' at which point I disappeared back into the dance floor. 

On Sunday I met with friends at the Abbey Tavern in Kentish Town for Sunday Roast -which was very good, as was the gathering. At the bar I ran into a former guitar pupil who was on his first shift as a bartender at the place. That was a little bit strange. 

* the links are to Facebook events. One or several of them may not be public.

The wooden sculpture in Bedford Square. Taken with an iPhone, not the best camera in the world exactly, but hey.



More pics here.

More info on 'Driftwood'

Met with kajia and strangepixel to go to this but it was very closed. It was also rather very rainy, buckets of it pouring down from the heavens. So we decamped to the coffee shop on the corner of Old Street and Kingsland Road for a nice coffee, cake and catch up and, as we were leaving, we ran into lydiamorgan who was making her way back from her trapeze class and pointed us in the direction of the Flowers gallery and what looked like papier maché and plaster horses (it was more interesting than that may make it sound). After that we went to the Foundry, where there was.... nothing much, really. They went to do shopping in Camden, I came back home as I'm feeling a little bit under the weather -and boy, were we under lots of weather this afternoon.

But then I'm easily amused, I suppose:

http://www.jacksonpollock.org/