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Gil Scott Heron knew a thing or two about nuclear disasters

“We nearly lost  Detroit”  – Not one of Gil Scott Heron’s most popular tracks – not poetry, not jazz ,not not floating flute solos but full of some wise words about the environmental and social effects of putting  nuclear power stations near to  large cities.

Wonder what he thought about the Fukushima meltdown when he had written this track over 30 years earlier.

Now, how far away is Oldbury power station from Bristol ….um, not that far. I wonder if Homer would like the view from the River Severn?

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Is that a Bristol accent I hear?

I think this must be the only song I know with a west country accent on it apart from tunes by the wurzels – unless you know of more?

Now that the NHS, schools and much more has moved over from the public sector to the quasi private sector Gary Clail’s toastings don’t seem quite so far fetched to my mind. We may not have privatised the air  – yet … but with carbon trading between countries, we’re kind of close.

Where’s a radical music making builder when you need one?

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Was walking ever so artistic?

Richard Long – the other great artist from Bristol ( …apart from Banksy) uses words and walking in a form, if it were possible, even more compact than a Zen Koan. Simple words: place names, spatial positions, time datum all combine to create artistic beauty.

Severn walk by Richard Long

Severnwalk by Richard Long

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Straight Yellow

It’s amazing what you can find at your feet. Even old iron has a beauty of it’s own

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In praise of hot colours

Welcome to this place – a place to dwell on the quirky things in life that make it creative. So, a simple Sunday stroll along a side street can give rise to the joy of a sharply contrasting angular palm against a blazing blue heaven in the Clifton Village district of Bristol.

Nothing happening but looking, loving and and pressing the button to keep the moment a little longer in our minds.

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