Category Archives: Photographs

Images – taken by me – Inspired by others. A bigger collection can be found on my Flickr account just follow the link on the main page.

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Empty: London

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Norton Village, Stockton

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1960 what?

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I took these photographs at Glastonbury Festival, West Holts Stage, 2015. They are of jazz singer Gregory Porter who provided a stellar performance. Porter moved to Brooklyn in 2004. He worked as a chef at a restaurant, where he also performed, as well as at other neighbourhood venues before moving on to Harlem club St. Nick’s Pub, where he maintained a weekly residency. He released two albums on the Motéma label, 2010s Water and 2012s Be Good, before signing with Blue Note Records in May 2013. His third album, Liquid Spirit, was released in September 2013. The album won the 2014 Grammy for Best Jazz Vocal Album and enjoyed commercial success rarely achieved by albums in the jazz genre, reaching the top 10 on the UK album charts. It was certified gold by the British Phonographic Industry selling over 100,000 units in the UK alone.The track 1960 what? is taken from the 2010 album Water.

He was dancing mindlessly at the side of the stage. His plastic nose and can of beer. I heard him shout three things to the audience in provocation.

The Plough, Easton, Bristol

Blue Skies

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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.

The Twister (unknown)

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Stepping onto the platform and easing themselves into their seats apprehension was etched on their faces. Music beating out a reconfigured 1960s song with a tedious uniformed beat blended perfectly with the whirling scent of fried foods, sugar laced candy floss, diesel engine. The petulant tantrums of the never ending wants of children fought for attention over the screaming seagulls seeking profit from discarded food, whilst the arcade games beckoned another loser. They sat easing their tensions with bursts of laughter until the operator relieved them of their tokens and secured their safety harness. A loud horn signalled and the ride started and for the next 5 minutes nothing else really mattered. Portsmouth Fayre.