
NEWS UPDATE – Keefy signs up Ed Keazor’s Collective for first of his secret gigs.
Lagos; ‘Afro-Funk ‘at Keefy’s with ‘The Lagos Afrobeat Collective”.
Lagos; ‘Afro-Funk ‘at Keefy’s with ‘The Lagos Afrobeat Collective”.
In my final Blog of the Chiswick Confined / My Corona Series I allow myself a rant about some of the nasty elements in British politics before calming down to saying thanks for reading one of the 160 or so blogs, to acknowledge my fortune in being able to shelter from Covid in a place with so many parks and gardens and sign off with two special pieces of music.
Clinging to hope that we will continue to enjoy new found freedoms I am relishing the opportunity for live music again, prompting the question ‘why does The Devil have all the best tunes’?
This will be the pen-ultimate blog of this series. It started as a means of documenting my lock down and as I will explain next week, it is time to move on.
#staydontgo #mentalhealthawareness #nhs
The second part of this blog exploring my post-covid reading comes out on International Museum Day. My recommended books question how the narrative around artifacts, publically displayed or hidden in private collections, needs to be rewritten to reflect the violent colonial looting that enabled the creation of western museums.
Inspired by a burst of post-Covid reading here are three books that have challenged me to consider cultural & religious items plundered during colonial & other conflicts but now gathering dust unseen in Museums & Galleries. The British Museum can only put some one percent of their items on display at any one time. Some artifacts, their loss still mourned by indigenous cultures, are still being sold immorally to wealthy collectors at public auction.
Feel free to call into Keith’s new radio Phone in programme where he has an extensive range of guests who he agrees with. In line with current industry practice this programme is designed to reinforce your prejudices at the expense of anyone else’s prejudices. (Err, I think that’s how it works?)
T S Eliot might have thought April was a cruel month but was he sitting shivering in a pub garden looking into a warm but empty inside at the time?
Saturday was my second jab and the sun was shining. I decided this weekend to ignore royal funerals, politics and other bad news and count my blessings. Sometimes you just should.