Ok, so Carnaval has just ended. It was a transformative experience for me. Two months rehearsing every night on a diet of booze and cigars, so no change there. However this was team work, 10 men and me, creating a 26 minute kaleidoscopic homage to artisans of the past. I now have a huge bunch of new chums.
The unwritten rule is you drink & smoke for 10 minutes, argue for 5 minutes then play for 15 minutes, repeat for three hours.. However the rule broke down and the equation got seriouly warped, you do the mathematics.
I may have been the first person from outside the town to have played in the Carnival, possibly in the whole of Cadiz, but who cares? I did it and loved it and have many injuries to prove it.
Here I am receiving an award, probably just for turning up.
Yes they are men.
Photos and video courtesy of Clare Lloyd
I can be heard throughout but can be seen coming front stage during the segment starting at 16mins which is a couplet about me being their new drummer/bombo. Oh Lordy yes.
Apologies for being so quiet of late. Not true, actually I've been very noisy bashing seven and a half bells out of a bass drum in a Carnaval group. Report and video to follow shortly. Oh Lordy.
I have finally knocked together this 25 min epic biopic film of dear friend John Izod. In it he describes his misadventures as a star in a feature film. He tells it with wit, wisdom and charm. The feature film “Misfortunes” really ought to have a cult following but it is impossible to find. Thus, o'come tither all thee hipsters and seek it forth.
Yesterday was San Juan, so what you may ask. We’ll take a look at this photo.
This pair of creatures were lovingly made by a neighbour, in secret. She made the suit and the everything else from her own clothes, over two months. They represent Catherine and I. All good so far?
Now look what the town did to these fine figures next.
Quite often the dolls are made up to represent local or national personalities who are famous (or sometimes infamous). The burning of these effigies is supposed to bring good luck but quite often, it is just good fun and it makes a great spectacle, but very odd to witness yourself in The Wicker Man.
Then Merry Christmas to all ye resting God fearing Merry Gentle Persons. For nobody's interest I am likely to be trolling about in the Alhambra in Granada considering the merits and virtues of Islamic culture and admiring the fucking architecture, I shall then almost certainly spend the rest of the season of jollity supping Alhambra brand beer. It's a weird place the world, glad I popped in.