Showing posts with label New Cross. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Cross. Show all posts

April 30th - Day 12

Anita Maj is a Rock Chick. We thought so when we saw her, and her website (Anita Maj - Singer Songwriter and Rock Chick) thinks so too.

Tonight she and her band were rocking at The New Cross Inn, one of a number of music pub venues on the clogged up stretch of the A2 that wheezes and splutters through New Cross.

https://www.anitamaj.com

May 26th - Day 38

I really wasn't up for this today. I drove to New Cross with a vague notion of finding Karaoke at The Goldsmiths Tavern, but nothing was going on and I couldn't be bothered to hang around and find out if something was supposed to be going on. I was walking back to the car, resigned to driving to The Hootenanny or The Bedford for one of their regular live nights (nothing wrong with them, but I'd be treading trodden ground), when I saw this poster and I entered the fantastical, underworld sea of The Montague Arms...(to be continued)

September 28th - Day 163

The advertised act at Oliver's Music Bar in Greenwich wasn't playing. I don't know why. The man from Oliver's who broke the news to me gave no indication that there was supposed to be someone playing tonight, but according to their Myspace the scheduled act was Jade Trio. One person called Jade Trio, or three people known as Jade Trio? Maybe I'll never know. A Google search uncovered The Jade String Trio, but they're based in New York. Maybe that's why they weren't there.

So I found these guys busking in the short alleyway that leads from Cutty Sark tube to the town centre. I made a note of the name on the cd they had for sale, but only in my head, and now I'm not sure what it was...M J Jones?

And later on, when I had to change buses on the way home, there was something going on at The New Cross Inn, so I popped in. What initially sounded like a generic punky racket morphed into a rather likeable base-driven escalating punk jam that sounded a bit like early Fall and was the last song of the evening by Hygiene.


November 18th - Day 214

I was set to go to a public violin masterclass at The Guildhall School of Music and Drama today, but had to change my plans, because Daisy was poorly and didn't go to nursery. I had a child-free couple of hours in the afternoon during which time I rocked up to Deptford Town Hall to watch a clarinet recital by Goldsmiths student Donia Moore. The Town Hall, now belonging to Goldsmiths, is a very grand hundred year-old building on the A2 in New Cross that I have managed to pass hundreds of times without noticing. The stately room that Donia and pianist Richard Black performed in was the former council chambers. Behind the musicians was a large wooden panel listing the former Mayors of Deptford up to 1965 and then it stopped. I wondered why and hit google. I didn't find out, but my guess is that the post of Mayor of Deptford cease to exist after that date.

I did discover, however, that Deptford Town Hall has a somewhat controversial and unsavoury history. Many of the ornaments and figures carved into the stonework inside and outside the building reflect the area's naval history, specifically Deptford's Royal Naval Dockyards which closed in 1869 after 356 years of business. The four statues carved in Portland stone on the front of the building, seen in the bottom photograph watching people walk past without noticing them, are famous naval figures. Atop the Town Hall, in the form of a weathervane, is a golden ship. "This is not a surprising symbol for Deptford considering its 400-year history at the centre of British overseas trade," says a piece on the Mediashed website, but "we are left asking, “What kind of ship is it? A warship? A trader? A slave ship?”. We could see implications for any or all of these types of ships as the four figures in question are Sir Francis Drake, Robert Blake, Lord Horatio Nelson and a composite figure that represents a typical admiral of the Edwardian period when the building was completed. It is well documented that Drake was involved in capturing and selling slaves. Blake and Nelson were less directly implicated but have had a hand in the British slave trade by association". And more, "As the weathervane on Deptford Town Hall reminds us, the area was a thoroughfare for ships and shipping. Ships were built and launched, refitted and repaired, unloaded and restocked on the Deptford waterfront. Many of those enriched by the African Caribbean trade began and ended each trip at Deptford. They brought with them slaves, symbols of wealth. Deptford became a key area for these newly arrived individuals whose number would increase as the trade developed. Still other slaves may have found themselves in the vicinity via other routes. As sales or gifts, black people may also have come through a number of other ports before reaching Kentish London."



December 2nd - Day 228

I wasn't able to go to this event which was a shame, not least because it was 100 yards from where I live, and it looked good (I thought). I needed to find somewhere south of the river that did daytime music, so headed back to Goldsmiths for another student recital, this time a Level 2 Performers' Showcase featuring music by Bach, Strauss, Poulenc, Paul Harvey and a contemporary Australian singer/songwriter called Missy Higgins.


February 27th - Day 315

Jumble sale and open mic. Together at last, as Homer Simpson might declare. "Going for a Song" was at the back of The Amersham Arms in New Cross. "Are you going to give us a song?" I was asked when I arrived, which, thinking of live music likelihood, was both promising and worrying in equal measure. Fortunately I didn't have to give anyone a song. The organisers of this afternoon's happy fare got the musical side of things underway with songs by Gershwin and Johnny Cash amongst others (1920's to 1960's was the stipulation). I then had to go and get the boy, so didn't find out whether others followed their example, though I did have just enough time to win a multi-coloured cloth purse in the raffle.

April 3rd - Day 350

Hmmm....not a great picture. The band was Ambassadors of Morocco. They were playing at The New Cross Inn in the early hours of Saturday morning. I've had a bit of flack from some people who reckon that seeing music early the following day (ie before I go to bed) is somehow cheating. I wouldn't, however, have counted this gig as the previous day's music (and neither I suspect would my detractors), so if I decide not to have it one way, I reckon I can have it the other [stamps foot on ground, folds arms and says "Huh!"]

I don't remember an awful lot about The Ambassadors of Morocco's music. Their myspace says they sound like shoemakers, which doesn't help.