Memories of The Dirt Box and UK Clubbing in the 1980's

I had the pleasure to chat with Rob Milton (The co-founder and original DJ) of The Dirt Box on Wednesday 25th Novemberon my weekly radio show London Calling on Sydney station 2RRR (88.5FM and www.2rrr.org.au). If you'd like to hear some fine music and funny memories. Why not click the link below.

The Dirt Box meets London Calling Uptown

Day in the life...

The Garden

-- Green belt dusk

seeps into night.

The garden settles.

Green Line bus

pushes on 

through the 

countryside.

-- A cupped hand.

The invisible

Old Holborn glow 

stalks the end 

of the Garden.

A voice calls 

into the darkness.

Whatever happened

in Flanders remains...

Day in the life...

 Daisy
 
-- In an out 
the Soundsytems
heaven bound
spirals of smoke
curried goat and Sensi
 
The 10 o’clock
from the coast
to the shadow
of the Westway
-- Red Stripe
and Daisy.
 
The long fringe,
flowers, sinuous.

Good days, 

sad days.

 
-- Gin, Bitter lemon
and Daisy.

A day in the life...

DownLand

-- Stale hay clings 

to the memory

of walking barefoot

across the Downs 

at dawn.

Alfriston flickering 

below the low slung

clouds -- rain heavy.

--- She strides ahead

100 yards, 110 yards

120... 

It is never a good time

to say goodbye...

on DownLand.

A day in the life...

Birdsong and K-pop

-- The clatter of comms

spinning stratospheres

Calling on 

6.5 MHz

-- Traffic spirited away

over the span of

Mooney Mooney Bridge.

The lost telegrams 

never to be read.

Missed proposals.

the relentless Klang

of Birdsong and K-pop.

Wondering will it ever.

STOP

And so...

The ragged mob of narcissists have started to turn in on themselves. From Trump to Cummings... the pace of hate just became too much and the 'outsiders' find themselves back on the outside. 

The real shame is that they'll never properly be brought to account for their litany of mad schemes and contemptible actions. 

Anyway... 

Time to move on everyone.

You shall find love

You shall find love (for T.Emin)

In the swirl of oil

the breadth of canvas

a swish of a brush ---

You shall find love.

In the depths of

his warmest embrace.

In the ashtray of 

the last cigarette.

In the bottom of

the final glass.

You shall find love.

In the birdsong,

in the breeze, 

in the howl,

in the silence and 

in the vapours 

that trail behind us...

 

Day in the life...

Orpheum

Found myself 

in the cinema

slightly drunk

mid-afternoon.

The long walk

from happiness

to Seaford Head.

-- The battle

with the bottle --

Staring into

rockpools and 

chalk caves.

The delicate

twist of an

ozone breeze

gliding North

--- Time to take 

a deep breath

a small step.

Day in the life...

I am Banksy

-- Guerilla tactics

poetry on the streets

the ashes of HEARTBREAK

floating down from heaven

A smoke screen

the filter is LOVE.

Graffiti of the soul

-- A Long Man Tattoo

Staring down the barrel of

DESPAIR 

Will the last person to leave paradise

please turn off the lights....

Day in the life...

And that was it...

-- Looking out the 

same window,

for all these years.

Horizons swept away.

Every day -- gone!

Journeys remembered

destinations forgotten.

--- Boarding the Metro

at Quai de la Gare... 

The tang of 

burnt rubber 

and last night's 

late hour,

sweeps the length 

of the platform.

The look on her face

betrayed nothing --

except her husband.