proximity

I was taken in hand through the streets of Newcastle the other night. My favourite Knitting Guerilla Girl had a fistful of opening night invites for the AV08 festival.

Part of this involved visiting Alt.Gallery at the back of Alt.Vinyl. Alt.Vinyl was a great little record shop the likes of which I had thought had died out some time back. It gave me the same thrill as when I first entered Sister Ray all those years ago in London.

This was a curiously evocative evening; partly the smell of the vinyl and the cheap wine, the proximity of beautiful, frail looking young women flicking through CD racks, pasty faced boys with bumfluff beards and social anxiety by the bucketful. Each of them mentally running through audio stats, catalogue numbers, engineer CVs and artwork companies… Ah the earnestness of it all. Beautiful, beautiful stuff. More evocative, frankly, than the Yokomono installation that brought us to this little place.

I later endured a video / aural installation in a castle keep. Some tiresome drivel with plainsong counter-pointed against the inarticulate grunts and whines of an “urban” male. An older crowd. And as it was a little later, the wine surge had gripped the city tide of culture revellers.

Big Thanks to Glit-Knit-Kittie for reminding me what its like to go out in the evening 😉

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