Filed under: life, politics, Rants, Scotland, stories | Tags: Dear green place, edinburgh greenest city in UK, Edinburgh v Glasgow, Esri UK, Glasgow green, green edinburgh, Green glasgow, guardian, mark gorman, think hard
The literal translation of Glasgow’s name is ‘Dear Green Place’ and the City has traded on this for many years now.
However, an analysis by mapping firm Esri UK ,analysing Landsat 8 satellite images from spring 2016 for the 10 cities with the largest populations in the UK, has found that in fact Edinburgh is far greener and is actually the greenest medium to large sized city in the UK as the image above (from today’s Guardian) reveals.
The top ten was as follows:
10. Liverpool 16.4% green
9. Bradford 18.4% green
8. Manchester 20.4% green
7. Leeds 21.7% green
6. Sheffield 22.1% green
5. Greater London 23% green (good old Royal Parks)
4. Birmingham 24.6% green
3. Bristol 29% green
2. Glasgow 32% green
1. Edinburgh (a whopping) 49.2% green
Sorry Glasgow, but Edinburgh is half again greener than you are.
It’s notable that much of the green in Glasgow is in the East end.
You can read all about it here.
Filed under: Arts, creativity, family, life, movies, religion, stories, swearing | Tags: Albinoni's adagio, Casey Affleck, gibberish blog, Kenneth Lonergan, Manchester by the sea, mark gorman, michelle williams, oscars, think hard
About one third of the way through this, quite long (137 minutes) movie the swelling strings and organ of Tomaso Albinoni’s Adagio for Strings and Organ in G Minor start to stir and build through 8 minutes and 35 seconds.
Unlike traditional screenplay music the classical piece, performed by the London Philharmonic Orchestra, does not subtly grace the background, it grabs you by the throat and dominates the proceedings to the point, almost, of discomfort.
(Some reviewers feel it is heavy-handed, I felt it was well judged.)
The fact that it is in a minor key and is achingly melancholic bursting with sadness, despair and grief absolutely encapsulates the mood of Lonergan’s creation.
I found these lyrics written for the Adagio and they could in fact be the inspiration for Kenneth Lonergan’s Screenplay although I very much doubt he has seen them…
So turn away!
Turn away, turn away
I am alone, I am alone!
I am alone
I am alone
I am alone
Go turn away, go turn away
Turn away, turn away
Turn me away
Gone in darkness
All, is one now!
All, is gone now!
All, is gone
I am gone.
I don’t recall a Hollywood movie so built around grief and that grief is etched into every pore of Casey Affleck’s face. Surely he is a shoe in for best actor at this year’s Oscars.
Lucas Hedges, as his orphaned nephew who Casey Affleck, as Leo – a dead end Janitor – suddenly becomes guardian to after the death of his brother, plays a nuanced role as the troubled teen who can at least find solace in school, sex and band practice; even if his band is dire.
(Actually, there are also a lot of laugh out loud, mainly awkward, moments in it which were entirely unexpected to me.)
It’s essentially a two header between them although Michelle Williams plays a strong support role, albeit brief in screen time.
To be honest, even calling it a two-header is to downplay the importance of Casey Affleck in this movie. In truth it is really a study of him alone with supporting characters used ostensibly as dramatic devices and props.
The trailers do not reveal the depth of the storyline, which is devastatingly sad, and for some almost too much to bear. My wife sobbed almost uncontrollably throughout the third act.
But despite all this, personally, it didn’t quite capture my heart.
Maybe I was in the wrong frame of mind. It’s a great, albeit slightly one dimensional, movie with a brilliant central performance and a strong screenplay with a good ensemble supporting cast, but that’s not enough to make it the movie of the year.
That said, I would strongly recommend it.
Filed under: action, creativity, movies, Uncategorized | Tags: Gemma Arterton, Glenn close, horror, mark gorman, paddy Considine, The girl who had all the gifts, zombie movies
OK I’m a sucker for a Zombie movie. (One of my all time favourite genres.)
But this trumps mere Zombie movies. This is a ‘kid’ Zombie movie and that raises the bar in its horrificness.
The main protagonist is a 10 year old Zombie being held captive in a military/medical establishment in the home counties with another 20 of her sort.
They are research fodder.
The charming, intelligent Melanie (played entirely convincingly and extremely empathetically throughout by debutant Sennia Nanua) it transpires has eaten herself out of her mother’s womb at the time that the world had fallen victim to a hideous fungal invasion that turned humans into Zombies.
Few have survived.
One is Melanie and her cronies’ teacher Helen Justineau (also well played by Gemma Arterton). She and Melanie have a special bond that forms the backbone of the movie.
In the early establishing scenes the tension is palpable aided by an excellent soundtrack by Cristobal Tapia de Veer, and when Paddy Considine (the good, bad guy army officer) lets a classroom of the wheelchair bound critters have a ‘sniff’ of his humanity the reaction is unpleasant to say the least.
It becomes a road trip, as Zombie movies often do, with a series of set pieces gradually whittling down the cast (which includes the excellent Glenn Close) and gradually building the relationship between Arterton and Nanua; which is actually pretty believable.
Although the movie slightly outstays its welcome (one or two set ups too many I’d say) it’s good throughout. Genuinely creepy, an original ‘take’ on the genre although borrowing heavily from 28 Days Later and, especially, I am Legend, which clearly inspired the excellent set-build and CGI effects of an abandoned London.
The ending lacks conviction but overall it’s a highly meritable addition to the Zombie canon.
One of the best in my opinion.
Filed under: Arts, creativity, gigs, music, Uncategorized | Tags: All time best gigs, Anonhi, Bill Nelson, chic, Edinburgh, Edinburgh Festival, faust, glastonbury, kraftwerk, mark gorman, massive attack, nick cave, simple minds, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Sufjan Stevens, T in the Park, The Clash
My pal Pete, and I, were discussing our all time favourite gigs after we gushed about Anohni on Wednesday night at the Edinburgh Festival.
He’s a massive James and Rolling Stones fan and said it even beat James. I was more cautious. Whilst I gave it a full five star rating and said it was in my all time top ten it’s had me thinking all week.
So with much consideration here are my all time top 20 favourite gigs. Each in different ways was a five star performance.
In no particular order, because that’s too hard.
The Clash. Edinburgh Playhouse. (Combat Rock tour)
Sufjan Stevens. Edinburgh Playhouse. (Carrie and Low tour Edinburgh International Festival – simply the best sound I have ever heard)
Anonhi. Edinburgh Playhouse. (Edinburgh Festival, this week)
Siouxsie and The Banshees. Edinburgh Playhouse. (around the time of Israel)
Kraftwerk. Edinburgh PLayhouse (front Row. Computer Love Tour)
Kraftwerk. King Tuts Stage (T in the Park – 3D tour)
Bill Nelson. The Nite Club (Upstairs from Edinburgh Playhouse)
Faust. The Citrus Club (original one in Edinburgh Grassmarket (set fire to the stage with Petrol)
Simple Minds (supported by Positive Noise). Tiffany’s, Glasgow.
Simple Minds. Barrowlands Ballroom, Glasgow.( 5 x 4 Tour)
Chic. West Holts Dance Stage (Glastonbury)
Massive Attack. The Other Stage (Glastonbury)
Nic Cave and the Bad Seeds. The Pyramid Stage (Glastonbury)
John Grant. The Park Stage (Glastonbury)
Savages. Williams Green Stage (Glastonbury)
Melody Gardot. Voodoo Rooms
Emma Pollock. Voodoo Rooms
Laurie Anderson. Queens Hall (possibly the O Superman tour, certainly around that time)
King Creosote performing From Scotland with Love at The Hub Edinburgh (Edinburgh Festival)
Frank Sinatra. Ibrox Park (Glasgow 1999 headline spot). I’ll never forget him say that “I never thought I’d hear every single member of an Ibrox crowd cheer a Catholic”
One major point to note. Only one single stadium gig. The last one.
Some of the greatest were in the smallest venues; Pollock, Gardot, Bill Nelson, Faust.
Who did I never see that I wished I had? Magazine, Buzzcocks, Sex Pistols, Steely Dan, Ella Fitzgerald, Billie Holliday, Talking Heads, David Bowie, Belle and Sebastian, Cocteau Twins, Can, Velvet Underground.
Filed under: Arts, creativity, movies, Reviews, Uncategorized | Tags: elle Fanning, mark gorman, Neon Demon, Nicolas Wynding Refn
This is a marmite number I would say.
In Drive, Nicola Wynding Refn made a stonewall classic that was so cool, so violent it just oozed class. No real reference points although I think some people found it reminiscent of Heat.
In this latest outing however Refn is wearing his influences on his sleeve and most obvious of them all is David Lynch (in his Twin Peaks/Mullholland Drive era).
Again it oozes class thanks to the superb cinematography by Natasha Braier and this astonishing electronic soundtrack (following up his Drive opus) by Cliff Martinez.
It’s achingly slow partly so that Braier can seduce the film’s lead ( a very young looking Elle Fanning) with her camera, and boy can she look stunningly beautiful (albeit verging on Lolitaesque).
The violence is slow in coming but eventually it does with an ending that smacks a little of Heathers.
The story is slight. The theme is around natural beauty that only Fanning possesses. Her rivals on the catwalk world, that she breezes into in LA, have been nipped and cut to blazes in a vain attempt to preserve their once natural beauty.
Needless to say, they hate her; the new Queen Bitch.
Overall it feels a little voyeuristic. The treatment of Fanning verges on the uncomfortable and the plot is pretty weak.
But it’s a thing of beauty. An artifice. But so what?
Sometimes art survives on artifice alone.
Filed under: family, politics, Rants, religion | Tags: 21st century religion, churches today, creationism, mark gorman, religion, the church
“You’ll miss it when the church is gone” was the Yahoo headline that caught my eye this afternoon. It referred to this article by Madeleine Davies who is the deputy news editor at the Church Times.
She references caustic and patronising remarks by Barbara Ellen in The Guardian in which she, along with many others, sneer at the anachronism that is Church life in the 21st century.
Except it isn’t anachronistic.
I know because I am a churchgoer, albeit not one of resolute faith and not one with an unblemished attendance record.
Like many, I am the product of a childhood of well-meaning indoctrination. In my case into Roman Catholicism.
I often read, on social media channels with unhidden glee, the defamation of this particular doctrine and it saddens me.
Firstly it saddens me that the excesses and undefendable actions of a minority of our clergy has tarnished the faith as a whole. I also, particularly on visits to Italy, squirm at the absolute lack of inhibition when building our altars of early centuries bling.
Ancient papacies (nay, possibly even recent ones) stink of hypocrisy and political pap. But not, I think, the current one. And not, as I gathered from my recent trip to Poland, that of John Paul II who is a giant of a man.
The conservative leanings of the Catholic hierarchy towards old rhetoric and the strict adherence to creationism in the face of overwhelming scientific evidence to the contrary make me uncomfortable.
It doesn’t sit well with my education and lifetime of reading.
But, and it’s a big but, Madeliene Davis is absolutely right about the role of the church in today’s society (all churches, faiths, religions) because, even though they gradually reduce in number and become cheap boozers or flash penthouses, those that remain are at the heart and soul, yes soul, of their communities.
They tend the aged, they democratise the community and in some I know of they can be outstanding boozers, social clubs, restaurants, cafes.
They and their members (and clergy) provide irreplaceable social services and are hubs of charitable activity.
Madeliene Davis is right.
Even without the religious needs that churches satisfy they make an immense contribution to our society and I am proud to declare that although I am one of the worst drummers in musical history my community tolerate me, provide me with a regular gig and in some instances actually rather like that a drum, a mandolin, a violin and an organ can sometimes make sweet music.
Shalom brothers and sisters.