Wednesday 17th January, 7.30 for 7.45, The Pheasant,
Salt Lane, Salisbury
(£2-3pp on the door please)
Hope it’s not too late to wish you all a Happy and Creative New York (ah, the wonders of predictive text) A real treat to open 2018: we had planned on a ‘60s Retro Evening with Gerry and his Pacemaker. But even better, we’ve got a wonderful headline act, the amazing Ricky Tart (he’s the handsome dude in the picture with a Cigar Box Geetar, eating a microphone)
Described as being “like the lovechild of Sting and Bill Bailey”, he mixes the surreal with the everyday to create memorable and thought provoking stories. He weaves elements of poetry, rap, song, and theatre into a broad pallet of tall tales that may include ISIS Penguins, warring conjoined twins, Schrödinger’s Lottery Ticket, or sometimes just growing his eyebrows out.
He has performed at Edinburgh, Bestival, Cheltenham Jazz and numerous other festivals, in theatre shows in Soho and at Wolverhampton Grand and has performed all over the South of England with his collaborative music, film, and poetry projects.
Of course, as usual we welcome any other contributions, so feel free to sing or recite your own work or another’s on any theme you like. And if you just prefer to listen, that’s great too.
And as Burn’s Night is only a week away, we thought we’d have a Scottish theme for the evening – the best Scottish (or mock Scottish) performance, as judged by Ricky, will win a prize!
John and I very much look forward to seeing you on the night, come early, bag a seat with a good view of our special guest poet. Meanwhile, here’s the only one of mine I could find that mentions a guitar:
…songs from a hidden guitar vanish and thread
from the room next door…beneath dull shoes
oak secrets, every knot a witness in the grain
to stones defeated while roots gripped earth
like shipwrecked knuckles in storms lashed
across patient centuries. How many hooves
passed those trees? How many lovers laid
safe close to improvise hot magic there?
…brief smoke twists, hearth cracked fire,
melt crystal notes from a hidden guitar…
All the best, John and Dave