This is #Pianodrome. It is one of the most exciting projects I have had the pleasure of taking part in to date and it’s so KMZ. I am very fortunate to have a talented and passionate team of wonderful folk dreaming its wild possibilities with me. The chances of the very solid, sonic reality of our 100 seater amphitheatre made entirely out of junked pianos – five of which will still be playable and tuned – manifesting in the Botanic Gardens in Edinburgh this August are looking good! I am writing to ask for your support in our bid to fund the project by public donation at crowdfunder.co.uk/pianodrome. Contributions small and large are critical to the success of the project and will be most gratefully received. I sincerely hope to see you there either for the premier this summer or in a future incarnation in a botanical garden or festival near you.
Creative Director Pianodrome CIC
… so opens the pianologue — a masterful interweaving of stories, music and the stuff of life from acclaimed pianist Will Pickvance. From late night piano sessions with his father, Will conjures a rich array of characters, blending humour with heartbreaking melody, and exploring what it is to be a son, a father, a dreamer, and how music touches us all.
pianologuenoun a dramatic composition for solo performer with piano, see pianoliloquy Continue reading →
Dominic Thiem, the Austrian tennis ace and world no.8, is packing away his rackets after a hard won three-setter in Rotterdam. It was only a first round match, and he’s relieved to be through. What’s left of the crowd is filing out — it’s late now — when a shabby-looking journalist from a minor website comes bouncing up.
‘Dominic!’ the journalist cries, pulling out his mic, ‘What have you got for me? Tell me about it.’Continue reading →
What’s the Big Deal? (Fountain Circle by Seth Lemmons. CC 2.0 License)
My favourite crossword blogger, Rex Parker, recently went on a rant about how crossword puzzles depicted in film and television are often completely spurious. Fictitious grids are written into scripts and rarely respect the rules of crossword or clue construction. As result, something that escapes the notice of the vast majority of observers incites disdain and outrage from the devoted few who care about such things.
I find these sort of niche annoyances fascinating because they are a window onto foreign worlds of passion and knowledge. This is why I was so tickled when my friend, the water artist Pierre Luu, went on a tirade against the placement of fountains in traffic circles. Personally, I’d liked to see water spouting about as I drove past. What could be the problem? Continue reading →
I had just finished reading a review copy of George Plimpton’s oral biography of Truman Capote at the time I wrote my first true crime book, so I had flexible notions of just how objective and “true” true crime had to be. When my book was published, one of the more sincere journalists in the newsroom was aghast at the narrative liberties I had taken. I remember cooly responding, “Relax, it’s faction.”
A decade or so later, Viken Berberian gave me an early draft of his book Das Kapital, A Novel. I was alarmed by the factual liberties he had taken: the novel was set in the early 21st century yet the terrorist group blew up the Crystal Palace exhibition centre, which in fact had burned to the ground in 1936. When I mentioned this, he said, quite cooly if I recall, “Relax, it’s magical realism.” Continue reading →
ABOUT MOKO & LOUPE Moko & Loupe is a short comic film about friendship at the frayed ends of a world that’s coming undone. It was written by Adrian Hornsby for Tim Vincent-Smith and Quinn Comendant, and filmed together in London and the Isle of Sheppey in 2012. It premiered with s i n k performing the music live in the Summerhall Old Anatomy Theatre, Edinburgh in 2013. Many live screenings have followed.
MUSIC BY SINK s i n k is an acoustic improvising trio of accordion (Daniil Dumnov), violin (Tim Vincent-Smith), and saxophones (Matt Wright). The music for Moko & Loupe is to an original sink score — part composed, part chance. Tim Lane plays the sansula. Continue reading →
Jonny Diamond is at the heart of an enthralling and hopeful new project. He explains it best in his own words:
I lived in a bookstore in Paris for six months. It was a romantic and terrible experience: a Turkish toilet, cheap wine by the Seine, all the books I could ever read, cockroaches at the bottom of syrupy cocktails, freezing nights on a short cot in the art section. Wonderful and terrible.
While there, I met the man who would introduce me to my wife, the man who would give the speech at my wedding, and the man who would—years later, in New York—kick-start my professional life. Three different men, one bookstore.
The wife in question (the only, the wonderful wife) owned a bookstore in Brooklyn. It was there I went after Paris, for my first job in New York, cash-in-hand at the end of a shift. I loved that job, loved more what it led to. My wife, Amanda, now runs a different bookstore, in a different town. Happily, it has both bar and children’s section—my four-year-old and I can be found there often.
Bookstores have always been central to my life, and remain so: for the pleasures they afford, the opportunities they provide. Bookstores, at least for my young family, are both escape and livelihood.