I played a fundraising concert at the Church of Christ the Saviour in Ealing Broadway in aid of the “Street Child World Cup” fund on 13th May. I was playing with the Acton Collective and also on the bill was Richard Hills, Colin Salmon,and Alexander Stewart. Here is a link to YouTube, the sound is a little bit patchy in places but such is the nature of these things.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ejkiN1EvzDk
No doubt I am now on Prism and the NSA rankings. As many of you, who are not helping the police with their inquiries, will know that after three pints of Fullers bitter and a stiff single malt, I pose a hugh threat to western civilisation as we know it.When the Director of Intelligence – an oxymoron to beat them all – hears this performance he will look like Munch “The Scream”.
I also took the liberty – if you will pardon the expression – of rewriting the script on the Statue of Liberty:
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free;
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless,
Tempest-tossed to me
I lift my search engine beside the golden door!
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame is the imprisoned lightning,
And her name, Mother of Exiles.
From her beacon-hand glows world-wide welcome;
Her mild eyes command the air-bridged harbour
That twin cities frame.
“Keep, Ancient Lands, your storied pomp!”
Cries she with silent lips.
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free;
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless,
Tempest-tossed to me
So I can spy on them through the Yahoo back door.
Room 101 here I come.