After you've finished here, you may like to hear this folk-carol on myspace... Poem 230 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (see my blog for details): CHRISTMAS SUNG SIMPLY
As gospellers have said, Beneath signalling skies, On land dusty to tread, A trough in a stable Was the strawy first-bed Of a divine baby - The forgiving Godhead.
A season for new hope - There then and here now; The yuletide of goodwill - There then and here now.
In respect of this chance, Beneath bright or dark skies, Faith's the star that we glance Attending Christ's churches And trying to enhance, With singing and ritual, Our God-loving stance.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
Hi there, I have a few new releases on the horizon so here we go...
Firstly my new album as Tim Holehouse (folk/blues/americana) "From the dawn Chrous..." is out on dislocation deity records on Vinyl (red), CD and Download (itunes, amazon, napster etc). its 10 tracks with many of my good friends playing on the record... featuring string arrangements by Brian Inglis. For more details mail me here or myspace.com/timholehouse. Available via pay pal or cheque payment. CD (£5, 8 Euros and $10) Vinyl (£7, 10 Euros and $12).
My first Timothy C Holehouse (ambient/drone/leftfield) album is out on Dead Pilot records available on CD with screen print card sleeve. Available from myself and dead pilot records www.deadpilot.co.uk records) Price (£5, 8 Euros and $10)
Collaboration record with VEEE DEEE (Japan) a CD of our collaborations from both the UK and Japanese tour. Available on CD from Dislocation Deity records. (£5, 8 Euros, $10 and via Veee Deee in Yen).
Tape series release, with a Timothy C holehouse noise collages with Petals (in cute packaging) and Left Lung/ Right lung (in a sock) tape cassette series available from Analogue Dislocation/Dislocation Analogue. Price (£3, 5 Euros and $6).
Also i will be launching The dawn chorus album at this event.
DATE: Sunday 29th March 2009 DOORS 7.30pm ADM £4 Live acts: Tim Holehouse + Rob Himself + Former Utopia Genre: acoustic/alternative Age Limit: Over 18s Only VENUE: Windmill Brixton, 22 Blenheim Gardens, London SW2 5BZ NEAREST TUBE: Brixton WEB: www.windmillbrixton.co.uk and www.myspace.com/windmillbrixton TIX: on the door TEL: 020 8671 0700
TIM HOLEHOUSE (London) So Tim Holehouse, who the hell is he? Well, he's the ex-Among the Missing and Soon the Darkness member who swapped screaming with his shirt off for quiet contemplation and acoustic guitars via a world tour last year. The resultant album, 'From The Dawn Chorus' pushes the americana-blues envelope with great
I just wanted to tell you I got into the Top 5 of that MTV show I did, I'm so excited! Have you seen it yet? The telly times are in my blog but you can watch online at www. mtv. co. uk/getseengetheard anyway.
I'm spreading the word that we have a new EP for sale. If your interested we have some of the songs on our myspace and if you enjoy what you hear the 'Little Prayers 1-8' EP is available for the bargain price of £3.50 inc p&p,
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace -
2 of 230, walkaboutsverse.741.com: WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this folk carol, on myspace -
230 of 230, walkaboutsverse.741.com: AS GOSPELLERS HAVE SAID/CHRISTMAS SUNG SIMPLY
As gospellers have said, Beneath signalling skies, On land dusty to tread, A trough in a stable Was the strawy first-bed Of a divine baby - The forgiving Godhead.
A season for new hope - There then and here now; The yuletide of goodwill - There then and here now.
In respect of this chance, Beneath bright or dark skies, Faith’s the star that we glance Attending Christ’s churches And trying to enhance, With singing and ritual, Our God-loving stance.
Hey! That last comments was totally not posted by me!! My account was taken over...now I see yours is too (that's what happens if you click on the link). You should change your username or password...and I think it will take care of the problem. Now you are posting adds on the bulletin...like me :)
It was that massive tuba type thing that did me in, with it's low resonating base note burbling across to the other side of the camp site! I still hear it in my nightmares!!!
Was so adamant that I was going to stay after that big old bottle of bourbon that Andy and I polished off. How did I end up being so damn sensible by the morning?!
It was great to meet you. Maybe see you in the big smoke if you're around during the bank holiday weekend? x
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