Author Archives: John Kerridge

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About John Kerridge

I have a camera, drink tea and trip on untied shoe​ laces.

Jimi Hendrix – Hear my train comin’


Jimi Hendrix with his 12 string acoustic guitar.

Flying Lotus & Thundercats

Today I Stumbled Upon: Me Without You

Experimental rock, punk energy and spoken-word melodies blended, shaken not stirred by mewithoutYou a Philadelphia-based band formed in 2001. The band issued their full-length debut, [A — > B] Life, during the summer of 2002 and the sophomore effort, Catch for Us the Foxes followed in 2004, Moving forward after several lineup changes the band began working on material that replaced their traditional post-hardcore flourishes with an emphasis on acoustic instrumentation. In 2005, mewithoutYou won mtvU’s “Left Field” award for most original artist. Their latest offering is the glorious Pale Horses, which is infused with introspective lyrics, prominent bass riffs and atmospheric guitars. 

Immigration figures are falling literally

In September 2012 Jose Matada, a young man of Mozambique heritage boarded a Boeing 747 at Luanda airport, the Angolan capital on route to Heathrow, London. His aspiration was simple, a hope of a better life. It is a hope that has driven migration across continents since the dawn of the human race, but what made Jose’s story quite distinctive from his fellow passengers is that Jose did not get the opportunity to saver any of the inflight food or entertainment.  Jose’s body was discovered in the streets of an affluent west London suburb below the flight path of the Boeing 747 he was travelling on. He had fallen from the planes undercarriage when the wheels opened for its descent. Whilst only wearing light clothes Jose seemed to have survived the bulk of the 12-hour trip, although low oxygen levels and temperatures of -60C in the unpressurised wheel recess would have left him unconscious. He died on his 26th birthday, with a single pound coin in his pocket.

Whilst Jose’s case is rare, it is not unique with several deaths being reported on inward flights over the years. Apart from avoiding armed security guards getting into the wheelbay of a Boeing 747 is not easy. It involves climbing one of the aircraft’s 12 enormous wheels, then finding somewhere to crouch as the deafening engines taxi the plane to the end of the runway.  Clinging to huge pieces of steel  the plane accelerates to 180mph. It is unlikely that until the wheels start to retract that those hidden in the wheelbay understand just how much trouble they are in. Within minutes of take off passengers, only a few feet away are starting to enjoy their inflight movie, whilst the temperature in the wheelbay will have already fallen below frozen and hallucinations kick in from a lack of oxygen.

As the dust settles after the general election in the UK one thorny issue is destined to pierce the psyche of the UK as we slowly move towards a debate and referendum on our future membership of the European Union.  This issue is immigration. Even if not said explicitly immigration will dominate the debate and subsequent vote.  During the run up to the UK general election we were presented with an opportunity to pause and reflect on the constant dehumanisation of people we label immigrants. A journalist in one of the UK’s largest selling tabloids had published an article which contained the following, “No, I don’t care. Show me pictures of coffins, show me bodies floating in water, play violins and show me skinny people looking sad. I still don’t care…..make no mistake, these migrants are like cockroaches.” 48 hours of this article appearing the Italian PM Matteo Renzi was leading calls for more European Union action on migration. His call followed  the sinking of a 70ft long boat carrying up to 700 people. Only 28 people survived. The resulting pictures were heartbreaking, which may have melted slightly for one moment the iceberg heart of the journalist who wrote of migrants as cockroaches and wanting to be shown bodies floating in water. You would think this man made tragedy and its circumstances would have helped frame a more humane attitude – I am yet to be convinced.

Headlines of shame

Headlines of shame

The ensuing debate and referendum on our future membership of the European Union has opportunity to bring forth what is truly great and decent about this country. It could help lance a few boils and open honest dialogue about who we are as a people now and into the future, which is often overshadowed by the unspoken glass ceiling of class rather than the colour of ones skin. It could give confidence to positively challenge the plastic Alf Garnett’s and “pound shop Enoch Powell’s” who nipple feed on our fears and project back a grotesque bastard off spring, who then deludingly believe they have a birth right to be the mouthpiece of so called but undefined British values. The ensuing debate and referendum could help forge the UK as a more compassionate partner both with our European partners and the rest of the world especially for those people labelled immigrants, who more than often tend to be impoverished and black.  Equally, it risks setting a course that could result in retraction from the world at large in the hope that we can somehow just solider on in perfect isolation whilst the gramophone crackles out the national anthem, the Union Jack is hoisted and the good old folks can bask in yesterday’s promises.  Regardless, which side you sit on,  this debate is needed because the UK needs to find a settlement not just within Europe, or the world but also within itself.

Meanwhile on 18th June 2015, police were called to an incident where a body of a man has been discovered on the roof of a west London office building. The man in question seems to have fallen from a Boeing 747.

Today I Stumbled Upon: Elvis Depressedly:

New Alhambra is the album by Elvis Depressedly. 9 tracks of  dreamy folk pop blending TV samples with lush harmonies, which are reminiscent of early Prefab Sprout material. All tracks are accomplished with the opening song ‘though shall not murder’ setting the underlining dark tone of the album. The album is a carefully calculated balance between heartfelt sadnesses and restful Sunday strolls in the countryside.

Each track, like the album itself is boiled down and focused to avoid any unnecessary fat. The longest track coming in at 3.25. There is an art to developing these types of albums, to long and the listener gets bored, to short and it can leave the listener dissatisfied. This album hits the nail on the head and is available on a name your own price basis, but well worth investing in. Enjoy.

The Plough, Easton, Bristol

The Plough, Easton, Bristol

Dirty Wars

Not exactly a family film, but compulsive viewing for those who remain unnerved by the ongoing tragedies in Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya and Syria. Dirty Wars Premiered at the 2013 Sundance Film Festival to much acclaim, although it did have its critics who sighted a lack of historical context. Dirt Wars is an American documentary film (2013), Directed by Richard Rowley, and written by Jeremy Scahill and David Riker. Centring on the role of military outfit that reports directly to the White House called the Joint Special Operations Command (JSOC). JSOC are responsible for carrying out a series of night raids in Afghanistan. The film investigates the attempted cover up by US military following  the deaths of five civilians, including two pregnant women after a night raid. The film unfolds a story of  JSOC operating with impunity beyond the boarders of Afghanistan and in none war areas such as Yemen.  The film also investigates other sites of JSOC intervention, along with interviewing who support and oppose proponents, as well as  survivors, of such raids. Whatever your views on the various conflicts around the world, which the US finds itself embroiled in, this is a genuine piece of investigatory journalism covering difficult issues that often go overlooked by journalists embedded in the military. The film reinforces the importance of a free press as an important ‘accountability’ counterweight in a representative democracy, especially where the lines between government secrecy, war, business and corporate media seem to be increasingly murky.

 

Today I stumbled Upon: Mouth Reader

In a world of over produced mediocre music it’s a joy to stumble across Mouth Reader from Murfreesboro, Tennessee who are an antipathies to the polished music industry machine. Whilst a heavy nod of respect goes to the garage bands of the 60s and 70s Mouth Reader are a stunning lofi band, full of energy, fun and wonderfully messy. As Kyle Frary (guitarist, vocalist, art) from the band explained, “me and Ethan (the drummer) had both been playing in local bands for a few years and had actually been in a band called Rajhi Gahler together for about a year when we decide to start Mouth Reader. We’re both very motivated and just wanted to be putting out more music and art than we were able to in our current situation. We don’t really want to be the most successful band around or to be played on top 40 radio. We just want to travel, meet cool people, play as many cool shows as possible, and really just have fun. We just kinda take things as they come and do what seems right.”

As well as maintaining a healthy integrity towards the art of music making Mouth Reader also take pride in their physical releases. An art form in itself that stalled with the birth of digital downloads. The bands latest release ‘hands’ is a limited edition playable pop-up book, “We put a ton of effort into making our albums stand out. We just think of things we would think are cool and do them! Hahah. Most of the time were scrambling to get them together last minuet but I guess we kinda like it that way” Kylie explained.
When asked about what are the bands favourite tracks of the new release Kylie gives the nod to “I Woke Up” and I’m pretty sure Ethan’s is either “Waiting” or “Freak.”
What are the influence are sitting behind the the members of the band? “I listen to a ton of Ty Segall, Thee Oh Sees, Meat Bodies, Mr. Elevator and the Brain Hotel, King Gizzard, King Tuff, Jacuzzi Boys, and a bunch more. The Black Angels have definitely influenced a few songs like “The Widow” for example. Ethan has an enormous appetite for all kinds of music though, everything from metal to hip hop to country and jazz. I have a hard time keeping up with everything he’s listening to. So who would be the dream co-conspirators in the future? “Well if I had to choose, I’d probably pick Jon Dwyer. Although I’m a huge Damon Albarn fan and it would be cool to see what he’d do with one of our songs.” When a band wears its influence on their sleeve they need to be good and I can testify that Mouth Reader are very good indeed.
Kyle Frary boarding

Kyle Frary boarding

Today I Stumbled Upon: Kakurenbo

Blue Skies

Empty like the vast skies exhaling vacuous words, which only he observes. The loner strolls the confines of his chair, inept, self fulfilled, but a loner nonetheless. A crackling record begins to rotate, “Blue skies smilin’ at me nothin’ but blue skies do I see blue birds singin’ a song nothin’ but blue skies from now on…..” He pauses, places his warm black cup of coffee back on his desk. Types another line for a story nobody else will read. Sits back in pleasure of his creation and then notices a reflection in his computer screen.