Monday, 22 October 2012
Saul searching, part three
much like the sold out spoken word set at Bardens Boudoir, Saul Williams gigs tend to be the type of things that you find out about too late to actually be able to get a ticket, on numerous occasions I have been left in the dark and left ticketless when Saul comes to town.
to date, there has only been one time that I have witnessed a Saul Williams gig.
promoting the 'honesty box' style released Niggy Tardust album, Saul Williams swang by the Scala in Kings Cross, resplendent in coloured feathers nestling in his hair like an Indian head-dress, glittering and face painted, like a black Bowie beamed to the U.S of A via Mars.
I had played the new album over and over, and the force of nature that blasted through Kings Cross prompted me to further into his back catalogue, and follow the motions and movements of the man they called Black Stacey, and yet still I found myself hearing about gigs in the years since always too late.
I think after his stint at Cargo, supported by Dan Le Sac and Scroobius Pip that I had not caught wind of until the night itself that I figured following Saul Williams on twitter may be sensible.
and via twitter Saul William spread word of a new project of his, a literary project, a literary mixtape that he would be looking for contributors to.
that literary mixtape is now published, with my own poetry included.
and that was a strange journey, through drum and bass tracks and minidisc recordings and missed gigs and odes to alcoholic spirits that has lead to the point I am at today.
did it require three rambling blog posts, who knows.
did it take three rambling blog posts, yes.
will normal service be resumed now....
what counts as normal around here?