Monthly Archives: November 2011

Wednesday 30th November

IN FRESH DECAY: I lost a precious notebook that was found by an Angel in a bizarro Kilburn pub. You, me & good company just looking for some space to take a picture of us for something about to happen.… continue reading »

Book of Jam

The Book of Jam is a regular compendium of work that is generated by our daily ‘show & tell’, our ‘jam’ of words and images, films and sounds. It’s available as a free pdf download exclusively from underworldlive.com ‘A continuous… continue reading »

Tuesday 29th November

IN PASSING: Parked up on a ridge during the morning poetry run to watch a mustard smudge obscure the horizon. The staves of the power lines of the Nation Grid cut the view from left to right, solemn & black, as radio broadcasters took turns… continue reading »

ArtJam

The ArtJam group was founded in 2007 by Rick Smith, Karl Hyde, John Warwicker and Simon Taylor. The group’s work is always made up from the efforts of different members of the group and occasionally with friends from outside the… continue reading »

Monday 28th November

IN PASSING: Parked up on a ridge during the morning poetry run to watch a mustard smudge obscure the horizon. The staves of the power lines of the Nation Grid cut the view from left to right, solemn & black, as radio broadcasters took turns… continue reading »

Karl Hyde

Karl graduated from Cardiff Art College in 1978 with a 1st class honours degree majoring in Video/Sound Installation and Performance. In ’79 he, John Warwicker and Rick Smith formed the band Freur and Hyde remain’s Smith’s partner in Underworld to… continue reading »

Sunday 27th November

TURN THE LIGHT ON SOMEBODY: At dawn the clouds move fast & low over the green & pleasant. A buzzard hangs in the wind above the long grass shopping for fast food. A few leaves still cling to the branches of… continue reading »

Saturday 26th November

FIRST TIME IN NEW YORK: Oh the excuses that used to roll of the tongue! Greeted the day before sunrise as usual then suddenly it was later. Emerging from a darkened studio the sun leaves us squinting cherishing memories of summer, watching… continue reading »

20 Years, Two Compilations; All the hits and a handful of rarities

Ahead of a flurry of activity in 2012 to mark the twentieth anniversary of their first…….continue reading »

Friday 25th November

FIRST TIME IN NEW YORK: Oh the excuses that used to roll off the tongue! Greeted the day before sunrise as usual then suddenly it was later. Emerging from a darkened studio the sun leaves us squinting cherishing memories of summer, watching… continue reading »

Thursday 24th November

ON THE RAILS The streets of the Emerald City laid out poetry & rhythms, naked in the cold light of a thin winter sun.Starting with a crush on the platform in Victoria underground, a ghost train with a beaten skin slipped slowly… continue reading »

Wednesday 23rd November

ANOTHER DAY WITH DOROTHY: Fellow travellers, I’m gathering art & music off the streets of the Emerald City with Toto the camera. It’s an extraordinary sunrise morning here in Essex with a grinning moon watching us through gossamer cloud. We’ve got more new… continue reading »

Tuesday 22nd November

LISTENING TO…: Stereo up loud, CDJ playing Pelao by ’ La Chiva Gantiva ’ on the excellent Crammed Discs label, dispelling dark fog. (K)

Monday 21st November

LOST & FOUND: It’s hard to know what to say on a day like today. (K)

Sunday 20th November

ON THE FLIP-SIDE OF THE LEAF: The conversation turns to travel, the companionship of radio that helps maintaina valued link with home. Voices in dialects & rhythms with the power to dispel the alone-ness & bring on a smile of recognition,… continue reading »

Saturday 19th November

WHAT’S THIS?: It’s a beautiful day, that’s all I have to say. There’s a lot more but it’s too beautiful out there to stay in. See you on the other side. (K)

Friday 18th November

STRATFORD EAST TURNS JAPANESE: Vibrant poetry tumble out onto the streets of Stratford East where men in hard hats & high-viz breath smoke into the wind & the dividing line is the railway line just like it was back at… continue reading »

Thursday 17th November

IN SEARCH OF EROTIC ARCHITECTURE: Found a delicate stain in fat & juice in the newsprint we wrapped last years Christmas pudding in. Caught a train into the East End of the City of Dreams to pick poetry off it’s… continue reading »

Wednesday 16th November

WHERE HAVE YOU BIN MY BLUE-EYES SON?: Rick & Karl in the studio together making music – hence the late arrival of this diary entry. It’s getting dark here in Essex, tomorrow’s fog encroaching. We watch red tail light slips… continue reading »

Tuesday 15th November

SOUNDCLASH: Last night in the meeting he struggled to stay awake. The soporific rhythm of the speaker’s voice, the comfortable chair that moulded round him, that feeling of safety in the company of friends all helped him relax and as… continue reading »

Monday 14th November

DANCING BRANCHES: Yesterday was all about the light on the leaves & the dance of the lower branches bouncing out’ve this cloud of noise like rain, frying, tiny bits of tin hanging in the wind or the massed applause of… continue reading »

Sunday 13th November

JUST BEHIND A CLOUD: Take your thumb off the Smoke machine ’H’ , let that light of yours shine… (K)

Saturday 12th November

  HEAVY SMOKER: It has been heavy with the smoke machine today. Anger is the dubious luxury of others. Two random thoughts from the random head, but the eyes see beauty again & everything falls into a rhythm that generates… continue reading »

Friday 11th November

PENARTH: Was a dark time – a dark little flat at the back of an unloved house. A bed that had to be folded up into the wall every morning. My sculptures rotting under tarp amongst the weeds in an… continue reading »

Thursday 10th November

DAY OF PARTS: Some daze you start out with clear intentions & the forces moves the road underneath your wheels no matter what direction you try to drive in. Essex opened it’s eyes in day-glow fog. The sun set in… continue reading »

Wednesday 9th November

TOY TOWN: The machines have been revolting, the internet is like a twisted piece of old string – a soggy paper cup at each end. Messages take ages to send, but somehow everything is good.The electric toys are only frustrating… continue reading »

Tuesday 8th November

RAZOR WIRE POETRY: Spent yesterday with brother rick being powdered, primped positioned. “Keep your eyes wide open, look left, look up; show us your teeth”. Were the clothes we wore what we would have chosen? The point is, this is… continue reading »

Monday 7th November

IT’S IN THE POST: Efterklang “ An Island ” DVD is a welcome breath of air, an undiscovered window in a familiar room. (K)

Sunday 6th November

MORE ABOUT DANCE MUSIC: Hockney’s in the dance of light outside this morning. The smell of the paint, the charcoal on the fingers, contact with the surface of the paper. The arc of an arm, the twist of a wrist,… continue reading »

Saturday 5th November

AND THE HOPE OF THE WORLD: Woke up with Hockney painting Autumn on my brain. Been listening to the dance in the colour of the leaves – how to translate it. New work in the pipe & on the mind… continue reading »

Friday 4th November

PAPER MOON: Was it you who slipped that paper moon underneath my door last night? A telephone number, an invitation if there was anything I needed a long way from home. The clock on the wall in the bar goes… continue reading »

Thursday 3rd November

TOO ILL TO FLY: A young woman looks ill in the queue for passport control. As she leans on her man I feel her breath close behind me. I think anti-viral thoughts & hold my breath when she says, “I… continue reading »

Wednesday 2nd November

WHILST YOU WERE STILL SLEEPING: Last night’s DJ’s scavenge for food with bloodshot eyes, alone & out’ve place amongst the silver & linen. All their girls are sleeping or gone home, no cellphones ringing. All I got for company are… continue reading »

Tuesday 1st November

ALICE THROUGH THE SKY-HOLE: Missed the Alberto Burri exhibition here in town, would like to have seen it, though we visited his galleries in the old tobacco warehouses a few years ago & I can’t imagine anything topping that. I like his… continue reading »