The Easter break is over, the trip to Italy is over, the wedding is over, the Beryl Burton play is over and now its back to work for this home-made part-time student. The new video came from a dream, doesn’t everything start with a dream of sorts.
Anyway, the dream was of the view into the inner sanctum of an inner city block of flats; the thrown brassiere came along later, as did the realisation that it was an Arena introduction which I was creating.
So the good stuff is the link to Arena, to its wonderful theme tune, to its mastery of the art of investigative, revealing portrait journalism; over 500 films produced since the mid-1970s, the theme tune is Another Green World by Brian Eno.
The bad stuff is the inner city flats. How did we get it wrong, how do we still get it wrong; why in an age of such talent can we not build a living environment of which everyone could be proud, one which would invigorate everyone’s life.
To be told, at an early age, that one is tone deaf is pretty soul destroying. The very fact that it is stone-cold true makes it an even bitterer pill to swallow. But then in one’s sixty-seventh year to be able to smile at one’s own singing is almost a miracle.
This then is Project 8 Arena, my singing arrives as the credits roll so to hear that you will have to watch the flying brassiere and the downbeat re-creation of an inner city life which, as it happens, I never did live.
Oh, and by the way, just to keep in touch with the art we did visit the Uffizi, we did see Anthony Gormley’s home-made statues peering down all over Firenze, and we did see Tony Cragg in the gardens of a palace which once was the Medici’s family home. Sì.