The way of the NighthawkPosted by Pato Fri, May 29, 2009 11:26:04 So I was out at Kastrup airport to pick up my gran who had just been at a spa resort in Slovakia, when out of the arrival doors comes the lead singer of Simple Minds, Jim Kerr comes walking out. It was so weird cause as anybody who has picked people up from airports know, there's always a great deal of waiting and people watching and then you recognize a face and then you discover that it's the dude who sang this one..
I was so stoked.. I have had that song running around my head ever since.
Got up somewhat later than we're used, around 9-ish. It's grueling trying to keep up with a 77 year old, they get up so f*ing early. Plus I like to stay out late. Drinking. Great combo.
Took a tube down to the Thames and walked across it on the Millennium bridge in a slight frisky breeze. Right across from the bridge is the Tate Modern were we attended a Alexander Rodchenko and Lyubov Popova exhibition. Then we took a river bus out to Greenwich Village and had a little walk and some good Chinese food at this very unpretentious little place. Then we headed back and got off at Embankment an made our way back to St. Giles.
Had a short nap and then we hit the town again. The plan for the night was Priscilla, Queen of the Dessert starring Jason Fuckin' Donnovan of 80'ties hit list pop/Neighbours fame. The show was excellent, completely campy and over the top. Brilliant. Very West End, very gay and so much fun. Gran had the time of her life, clapping along and laughing her heart out.
We had a slice of pizza and I followed Gran back to the hotel. We said goodnight and I headed out for some fun. Bounced out for a brief walk through Soho and ended up at my usual haunt, The 12 Bar Club. Met up with this cool dude that I met last year that I was here. His name is Quincy, and he's the main man in London's shady Ukulele underground jam session scene. Told me of wild events with up to 50-60 people all playing along to "All You Need Is Love" or some shit like that.. Sounds like hell on stilts, dressed in polka dots but at the same time great fun.
Beers, shots and cigarettes in the back alley in the light rain. Very authentic, very London.
The way of the NighthawkPosted by Pato Wed, April 08, 2009 00:09:16 Today had one of those early starts that these days spent with a 77 year always have. Around 8 we'd already had our breakfast and were now planning how to spend the day.
She crashed early last night, turning in at 21-ish while I went down to this old small venue I always enjoy going to when I'm here. It's called the 12 Bar Club and it's this little piss hole of a venue located on Denmark Street. There I met an ex-pat Dane called Nicky, whom I'd met last year when I was here. She let me in for free which was nice of her. The head liner for the night was Brianna Hardyman, a country girl from Tennessee. She sang her heart out and I enjoyed it for the simple way she conveyd her songs, simple and strong. A bit over the top but authentic. Anyways, after having heard me some country, I spent a few hours just bouncing around Soho, drinking beer outside in the not too cold night air and then heading back to the hotel around 1.
So when my gran started puttering around I woke up with a bit of a swollen head and a lack rest.
We headed out for Oxford. My gran is a huge Inspector Morse fan so it was a bit of a pilgrimage. We had Fish & Chips, beer & ales and the most fucked up confection I had ever seen; Apple Crumple w. Custard. Hot, nasty ass yellow custard.. Like seeing an apple pie slice crumpled up and drowned in yucky yellow sludge. Tasted nice enough, though the texture was heinous.
We went to Christ Church College were we saw a dining hall that had been used as the base for the dining hall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But, as the nice custodian told us, they had gone all Hollywood and double the size or something.. Bastards. Saw the grave plaque of John Locke and drank beer at the Randolph Hotel's Morse bar, where several episodes of Inspector Morse were tapped.
Here's a few pics from today. Sorry if this is getting very mundane and touristy but seriously, it's what it is. It's me and my grandmother out siteseeing in London.
The way of the NighthawkPosted by Pato Mon, April 06, 2009 17:44:24 For the third time in 3 years I'm back in London around early spring time.
It's an annual trip I do with my now 77 years old gran. It started because she was feeling down one x-mas eve and somehow we agreed that we would go to London, just the two us.
This city has always been special for her. She came here first as an au-pair when she was 18 years old. She partied through out the night on Trafalgar Square when Winston Churchill won his last term as prime minister. Now that's old school. She dated race car drivers and lived as any 18 year old would do when they are away from home for the first time.
I'll try to write a little something every day that I'm here.
Thomas "Fats" Waller is by far the one person who's swagger has had the biggest influence on me. His incredible piano playing has yet to equeled and his persona on the many great recordings he did is larger than life.
I got introduced to his music through an old VHS recording my grand did of a broadway play that was broadcasted on NBC in 1982 called "Ain't Misbehavin'".
I recently rediscovered it on youtube so here, for your viewing pleasure, the original broadway cast perfoming the magnificient "Ain't Misbehavin'".