millionreasons | You give art a bad name

Weekend things. Saturday, we went to the penultimate day of the Dan Flavin pretty lights installation. It was lovely to look at but I doubt that I would have paid full price had we not ~cough~ borrowed a friend’s membership pass. With all those apocryphal tales of cleaners throwing out art from modernist galleries, I did wonder if the handyman might try to attach the exhibits to the ceiling. There was also a talk about the science of fluorescence but I firmly believe that one’s reaction to art is far more important than rational explanation.

Another thing I wondered, tangentially, was if cinemas in poshe suburban areas have theme nights. So the movie-goers would turn up wearing purple for Ladies in Lavender, or in gardening clothes for The Constant Gardener. Then I remembered Calendar Girls and got quite squeamish.

In the evening we went to one of my very favourite places, Jai Krishna in Finsbury Park, where the cheap prices are reflected in the lack of white-starched waiters, décor or even piped music. You have to write down your order and take it to the counter and use the same plates for starters and mains. Needless to say the pumpkin panir or chana chat or avial or dai vada is delicious.

Sunday was Fosca rehearsal near Old St. I’m not sure if our collective hair is asymmetrical enough to practise near Shoreditch. Anyway, we have 3 new songs, one is goth-pop with a funk workout in the middle, another is Sarah-ish although that might be because the title makes me want to sing I Don’t Think It Matters and the third is Orange Juice covering a McCarthy song (my descriptions, not the original intentions, I presume).

The world premiere performance will be Thursday 13^th April at the Windmill in Brixton.

Afterwards Tom gave Dickon and I a lift back to NoSho (North of Shoreditch). They were claiming that Jon Bon Jovi was the Frank Sinatra for the eighties (my words, not the intention).