Lunedi Lunacy

aiweiweiIt has been suggested in one or two quarters that I tend to dwell on things of the past in my artistically inspired postings; that I am stuck in the Pre-modern world.  In an effort to dispel that base calumny I thought I’d post an art review on one of the darlings of the post-modern conceptional artistic world: Ai WeiWei.  Back in 2010 the Tate Gallery mounted (?) one of his works in the Turbine Hall – millions of tiny ceramic handcrafted sunflower seeds.  The artist’s explanation of the work and a fascinating film on its creation can be found here – but in the mean time who better to talk about the work of this popular artist than my old friends at the Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre.

And it has also been remarked upon – okay one snarky comment from a person, who like his offspring, shall remain nameless – that yesterday I missed an important birth/death day.  According to tradition William Shakespeare was born on April 23, 1564 and died exactly 52 years later on April 23, 1616.  And what better way to celebrate that with a (much shortened) performance of one of his greatest plays: King Lear.  And once again the SFSPT (hmmm looks slightly suspect) to present it in their own “original practice” style.

Happy Birthday Bill – and my condolences to Anne, Sussana, Judith and the family.

On this day in 1184 BC: Traditional says Troy fell.




Faith and Beggorah

To be sure…. to be sure….

I have held forth previously on the fact that as a Son of the Auld Sod (once removed) I will have little or nothing to do with singing songs about boys named Danny, women called Mrs Murphy who’s recipe for chowder includes underpants, or bleary eyes of any nationality accomplishing the near impossible feat for eyes of smiling.  I will partake of no beer that has been laced with spinach juice or worse to make my bodily fluids turn green.  And I will not kiss some stranger because they are wearing a green made-in-China sweatshirt proclaiming false citizenship*.   Nor will I celebrate some snotty nosed Briton who came over and drove all the little folk and fairies underground.  Mar sin ann!

And in the spirit of a true cráiteachán I offer the following as my tribute to the Blessed Mother-sweary wording Pádraig!

*Unless they happen to be ginger and built!

On this day in 1969: Golda Meir becomes the first female Prime Minister of Israel.

Lunedi Lunacy

It’s been a while since I took a seat at the Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre and as always I came away both confused and enlightened. I must admit there are times when the accents are a touch too authentic for my Anglo ears and some of the references only make sense if you read the Daily Mail (okay skim the Daily Mail because nobody actually reads the damn thing).

However in this case, rather frighteningly, I find their explanations of a “Hung Parliament” and the election process are clearer than a recent e-mail I received from my sitting Member of Parliament.

On this day in 1899: Bayer registers “Aspirin” as a trademark.

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Christmastide just wouldn’t be Christmastide without a visit with our favourite Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppets – well okay the field isn’t exactly flooded with Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppets to rank but you know what I mean.  Here they are with their own particular warped version of a well-known Christmas yarn.  – warped? yarn? … get it?   They’re made of wool and …..oh forget it! Bah humbug!

Bah humbug! Bah humbug!

December 15 – 533: Byzantine general Belisarius defeats the Vandals, commanded by King Gelimer, at the Battle of Tricamarum.

December 15 –

Lunedi Lunacy

I know that Advent is over and we are now into the 7th day of Christmas which probably should mean something about swans-a-swimming but I hadn’t realized that those two wild Scottish Socks over at the Scottish Sock Puppet Theatre  had posted an Advent calendar. But like many of us they got a bit preoccupied with the run up to the big feast day so they decided to do one big catch-up video with I might say typical results. 

And not matter what the season I find these two wooly soacks can always raise a laugh.  A left click on the link will take you to a very touching poem about soacks in proper Ayrshire.

02 January – St Gregory the Great