Entries by Norman Warwick

all across the arts  RIGHT ROUND ROCHDALE (2

On one particular Burns Night event, attended by all the Lord Mayors and Lady Mayoresses and several other dignitaries of Greater Manchester, I and a dozen practitioners from the writing group I facilitated in the Borough overcame that acoustic difficulty by stomping around that same Hall proclaiming I Will Walk Five Hundred Miles until, finally, the gold-chained audience joined in our chanting conga line.By then they had drank enough to be convinced we were reciting a lesser known piece by Burns himself.


The inauguration here, though, in the glorious Ermita was wonderful. As we walked through the doors of what has for so long served as a church we were stunned by the huge amount of art work on display (left), which spoke of an artist of diversity and sensitivity. There were huge paintings that would adorn the walls of any of the luxurious villas here on the island, but there were also scores of paintings on objets trouve: mostly driftwood to remind us of our wonderful coastline.


Whilst it is not wholly unreasonable to conjecture that bees and even educated fleas do it, bursting into song is something that Rochdale Jazz Club audiences have historically held should be strictly the for the birds or – more politically correctly perhaps – for the fairer sex.  As the incomparable Monsieur Chevalier recommended, we unfailingly ‘Thank Avians For Little Girls’?

when my musical fix gave me PUMPED UP KICKS

shootings have continued to happen, and I feel like there are so many people that have been touched, either personally or by proxy, by a mass shooting in this country—and that song has become almost a trigger of something painful they might have experienced.

when a BIG STORM COMING fails to materialise

´Living on the edge of civilisation, in one of the northernmost towns in the world, with a little Laplander blood in my veins accounting for my dark hair and brown eyes, I live with warm friendly people who are hungry, still, for information as we were when we grabbed those old records off the boats back in the sixties. So I can look and learn and sing honestly about what I see from my vantage point on top of the world



Lately, in conversation with journalist Norman Warwick, I recalled my recent visit to Florence where, I viewed on the Uffizi Gallery crowded pavement, the displayed replica/copy statue of the original  David by Michelangelo. Thanks to the fine art degree educated guide, I learned something momentous, provocative and mind-altering about the beauty in the naked human form. 

OLD (AND NEW)  FRIENDS shine like diamonds

It was whilst browsing through one such telephone box library that the English speaking Mr. Brady pulled out a book by Swiss-German speaking but Spanish based Rita Schmid. He somehow managed to discover that she lives here on Lanzarote, and he wrote to her to express how much he loved her poetry and the serendipity surrounding his discovery of it in a phone box out in the  UK fields.