The problem is not that normal people are being let down, it’s that the tiny minority of people who are actually normal – “constituting or conforming to a type or standard” – have somehow ended up in charge. God help them, and god help us. This isn’t about being self-consiously weird, or crazy, or different – we’re all already that, each in our wonderfulness, no-one more so than when they aren’t trying. But even the best of us forget sometimes, so it needs celebrating. I see the world the way I do, so I sing my songs and you sing yours, that’s how it goes. Or maybe instead of singing you dance, or draw, or paint, or write poetry, or prose, or maybe you’re fantastic at crosswords or gardening or rock-climbing or cutting hair, or no-one can fold paper – or organise it! – like you can, or maybe no-one on the block can take on your moussaka. Maybe it’s more than one of these, or none of them. Maybe it’ll connect us, and maybe it won’t. But we’re all here, stravaging around the place, and all of us are talented, and most of us are interesting, and we may as well be comfortable while we wait.
A counted number of pulses only is given to us of a variegated, dramatic life. How may we see in them all that is to seen in them by the finest senses? How shall we pass most swiftly from point to point, and be present always at the focus where the greatest number of vital forces unite in their purest energy?
– WP, 1873
I have two records – a newer one and an older one. I curated a compilation record and sang a song on a covers album. With two friends, I did a scary seasonal EP. There’s also an EP about London. I run a performance arts night in Birmingham, and I sometimes host an even more prestigious one in Oxford. Here is a further statement of what I’m all about, and here is an actual biography, along with booking details. Lovely to see you.
Photo thanks to MoogieMan