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Blurs
As teaching ended last Friday, I am putting myself back together, after what felt like three months of scrambling to keep up. And yes, I know that there are many people in the world – more energetic, harder-working – who would have been easily able to keep up with what felt like a heavy teaching…
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A late entry
So, Stop AIDS Newcastle – the student-run political organization, which includes some of my own music students, and a lot of medical students among others – had a jazz concert tonight, on a night when a bit of snow completely stopped the buses and made a fair mess of the town. Joe, one of the…
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2 December
The first of December is of course World AIDS Day, a definite part of my calendar – there was a parade, speeches, 'lanterns' made of paper and glow sticks; and I had appearances on radio and television (the television studios were up to date and startlingly high-tech – in my four minutes of being in…
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Rachel’s
Last year sometime I acquired a late album by the pomo/minimalist/post-genre group Rachel's. Over the past few weeks I started buying their remaining recordings; then today I managed to find mp3s of the two remaining ones that couldn't be purchased anywhere any more. Lovely, often sad. Beautifully played. Something a lot of classical and miniimalist…
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South
… a conference in New Orleans. On an airplane, headed from northern England, via Amsterdam and Atlanta, to the real heart of the very South. Unfortunately, I keep being surprised at the sloppy, smelly American passengers in my last couple of air trips to the States – and they always seem to be so loud,…
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Hard
Sunday afternoon in Newcastle. Sunny and clear, shops and restaurants open, people walking along. A young guy, shaved head, talks on his phone, walking up and down. He goes to the corner of a granite building near the bus stop, leans over, retches – vomits, not much, some chunks of food in what is probably…
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