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Art for Art's Sake

4/2/2016

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It was a very difficult decision for me to walk away from the GTFM Blues Show which I had produced and co-presented for over thirteen years. I agonised but eventually conceded that it was not possible for me to continue as it would entail a 180 mile round trip every Monday night. But are there any compensations? I've always believed that for every Yin there is a Yang so could this possibly be true of this situation?
Well, today I awoke to a sunny Spring morning (much earlier than I would have woken when I was an urban fox) and petted my new puppy as I gazed out over the awakening garden. On the bird-table there were great tits, blue tits, a chaffinch, a robin and even a lady blackbird who had clearly not read the instruction manual that assures us humans that blackbirds are ground feeders only.
On the lawn were a pair of pheasants; the male resplendent in the pomp of his multi-coloured jacket and collar, the female looking so spotty and non-descript you'd wonder whether he was, perhaps, just a little embarrassed to be seen walking out with her. Maybe his red face has evolved because of that fact...
And then a pair of partridges flapped their way in from the adjoining copse. Let's face it, they're not nature's sleekest, most graceful movers, sharing an innate clumsiness with collared doves, but they have a certain attraction. Could it be a throwback to the Christmas song? Was I expecting three French hens or six geese-a-layin' next?
No. I think it was just one of those moments of joie de vivre which we all get from time to time. (Generally fleetingly until another of life's traumas interferes again).
My pup is a border collie crossed with a springer spaniel - cringingly, the breed is described as a 'sprollie' - a name I'm just not comfortable with. It just sounds so damned twee. I won't use it. I had a spaniel cross sheepdog when I was a boy and in those days he was described as a mongrel. What's the difference between a mongrel and a crossbreed? About two hundred quid give or take. Having said that, CJ (named after Eggheads' C. J. de Mooi because this dog is supersmart - for Reginald Perrin devotees, he didn't get where he is today without being called CJ) is a delightful, loving and very clever creature. Although just fifteen weeks old, he has stolen the heart of my wife and he can get away with anything. She would say the same about me, I'm sure.

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So, this morning she and I saddled up the dog and meandered our way down the lane to the beach. The sun was already bright, causing a fine mist as we gazed in awe at the gentle spread of Carmarthen Bay. Apart from another dog-walker about half a mile distant, it was a tranquil scene; the only other movement being the regular, hypnotic swell and fade of the sea. The colours were intense as they can only ever be early in the morning. I suddenly got a sense of why an artist paints, why a photographer feels impelled to take a shot to mark a moment. I think for the first time in my life, I understood. In the past, music has spoken to me many times, the written word also for as long as I can remember. Pictures - with few exceptions - have not  had this effect on me; apart, perhaps, from the wonderful cartoons of people like Kliban in the 50's and 60's and, of course, the saucy seaside postcards which seem to have been just about consigned to history. (And in a sense they were both capturing the picture and the text in a perfect, condensed fusion).
I've only been living here for a couple of weeks but already I'm a changed man. I'm going to go to art classes to see if I possess a well which is worth tapping into. Maybe there's been a massive pressure of artiness within my body for all these years suppressed by having to give attention elsewhere.
So there is a Yang. In the past, lots of my Sundays were taken up with preparing the GTFM Blues Show. Mondays were final prep days before setting off for the studio to air the live show. Then on Tuesdays I began the process of editing the previous night's show for further transmission on the internet stations and sending off the finished article. Playlists would also be posted to interested parties on that day. Wednesdays, I devoted time to downloading new music from independent artists and promoters then cataloguing everything including CDs received from record companies so I always knew where to access specific artists/tracks. On top of this was the edit work on celebrity interviews to précis and fit the show.
Now, although still producing/presenting a solo Blues Show every week (broadcast times on my Home page), it's done from my home studio and is a single entity meaning that I will have more time available for other activities. This is my warning to the art world. This could be fun. This could be a disaster. Either way, it's going to happen... Now, where did I put my charcoal pencils?
I know I had some when I was in Grammar school...

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Graham Stark
4/2/2016 07:57:34 am

When you get the hang of it Bob, please paint me a guitar a goldtop Les Paul maybe or when you get to more advanced status, ,a National Resonator.
I do know what you mean though, undertaking several walks in places such as the cotswolds in recent years.

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Mr H link
4/4/2016 10:44:14 am

Hi Bob,such a shame you have had to leave GTFM Blues Show,you have helped so many indie Blues artists over the years including myself.I'm sure so many of these artists will be disappointed that you've moved on.Anyway all the best with your future and many more years presenting the blues with all your other projects...many thanks Mr H

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