Here is an iPhone recording of Colour Blind from when Tallulah Rendall played White Trash Fast Food, Berlin, on Wednesday the 23rd November 2011, it’s the 4th time she and her bass player, Robbo, have played this venue and they say it is a real pleasure to play a familiar place.
It’s a TGI Fridayesque restaurant bar made hip and cool by the Berliners who frequent it, and they are always very good to the performers.
Although Team Tallulah’s chances of being booked again may be hampered by the fact that we won the Rock and Roll Bingo – twice. Yes that’s right we came, we won the bingo, we drank shots, we played loudly and we left very late.
One of the things that fascinates me about the RCA Secret exhibition & sale is that it’s possibly the nearest thing we have to a gender-blind art event. Given UK Feminista’s 2010 figures showing that …
• 83% of the artists in the Tate Modern are men • 70% of the artists in the Saatchi…
I can’t explain why this is on my mind, it just is. I was having a conversation about my next project with my friend and photographer, Gill Aspel, yesterday and this came out of it.
Just before St Paul got to Rome, a stoical civilisation at best, it was at it most spiritually jaded. Obsessed with individualism, the Romans felt they had complete mastery over the physical world. They were even contemptuous and tired of all its familiarity, as Marcus Aurelius remarked “there is nothing new under the sun”.
Gods were dispensable or at least interchangeable; if you were unhappy with one pagan god you simply replaced him with another more pleasing to you. Men were as gods, or at least emperors were, and Rome was ripe for a search for meaning.
To the left Greek thinkers had amassed so much knowledge they were searching for a single principle to explain the material world. To the right the whole of Asia at the time of Galen saw a ‘movement of social potential’ grow around a single spiritual reality.
There sat Rome, in between, a culture that commonly accepted their actions were bringing about the end of the world. They were restless for salvation from the tensions within a society which became “less and less capable of serving as an instrument of adaptation”. Pitirim Sorokin, a Russian American sociologist, records the Romans lacked a foundation for their social and cultural life and nothing provided any real satisfaction.
In this atmosphere the story of Jesus Christ was so compelling that it created hope, an expectation of an eternal life through love of the one God. It drove the conscious evolution of a new culture, one of brotherhood, and the possibility of liberty, community, and ethics such as their world had never known. A world of harmony with nature, with one another, and with a divine intelligence such as the world had never dreamed, a state of love.
The world does not need one more word on love, the thought of it floating in my mind has floated through a million minds before, and will through countless millions more. But here they are anyway, love, the eternal search for its existence, and my observation that we regularly crucify it.
“When she marvelled at how much I had done, how many things I was involved with, I said; “That’s because I am not in love, they fill the gap.” .. Of course I could have just as easily answered, “That’s how much time and energy gets freed up if you don’t have to pick up after a man.”—