Friday the 13th – mud mud mud

Ranch:

Fri 13th December 2019:

I’m just back from the ranch and I’m soaked. Really soaked. I had four days without going up which is most unusual, so I felt obliged to go today, despite relentless cold torrential rain.

I walked through the park to try and get some flab off. I watched a dipper flitting alongside me along the river and spotted a lime green golf ball in the water.

Five barrow loads of horse muck greeted me and after the third load, I was struggling as the barrow wheel sunk deep into the slutchy mud. The family of crows were bickering and it was ever so so grey grey grey and squally wild as I walked round the field.

Back in 1980 our local punk movement was in full swing and we were all so politically naive that none of us gave a shit. Scruffs, radicals, poor kids who had nothing else going on flocked to an all accepting wild and exciting scene.

Then it fizzled out. Except it never did. It filtered through all our lives into art, music and all things benevolent involving helping others – doctors, nurses, teachers, women’s refuge managers and so on. It’s all there still and has filtered into the younger generation in the shape of grime, rap, drum & bass and so on.

So we’re celebrating – we’re having a do. Folk from back in the day (2 Notsensibles + more) + cool disc jockeys (Ticker le punk, Trash Manor Annie & Peach, Moz) + Screech Rock + grime artist MeLeon. It will be good. Come on down. Full details and tickets on sale next week. Spread the word – details here.

Our original venue fell through so now we’re having it upstairs at Burnley library. At first I thought ‘A punk gig in a library?’ But then someone said ‘That’s punk as fuck’ and I think they’re right.

Once again, Burnley has its own little creative rising creative buzz and our little music projects are coming on a pace.

Localisation versus globalisation – our quiet little home-grown scene gathers pace.