Forgotten room…

A spiral mound in East Yorkshire?

A trip to the Humber Bridge

Paper boat about to descend into the Humber

Shipwreck found beneath the Bridge

Waiting for the tide

Dragon Hill.

Driving in a car very fast downhill. At the bottom of the hill is a large muddy field. Instead of turning the corner, the car breaks through the rotting fence, driving on through the field, mud splattering. I catch a glimpse of a foot sticking out of the mud. My passenger sees it too. We pull up at a farm workshop, the passenger says he is going to see the horse. I look around and notice there are huge animals burnt into the hillside. The first one I notice is a Dragon. There are tools lying by it. I pick up a penknife.

Three American kids pass by, on their way to school, I join them. Arriving in the school playground I hear some great jazz emanating from the building. I follow the sound down a long corridor and find an old black man and three little kids. He is playing the saxophone and the kids are playing guitar, bass and drums. They invite me in. The little girl playing the guitar is three, I tell her I have a daughter that age. The old man asks “What’s she like?”

“Angelic, mischievous and beautiful!”

They laugh.

Lost in the post…

This little parcel of dreams arrived in the post. Seems it was posted four years ago. Dreams have a habit of getting lost, then recurring when you least expect them to.

by Alessio Povviouti

“I dreamt that I walked along a great high bridge and arrived at an Island where there was a flying dog who brought me to a village and in the square were large cups – In them were different sweets that were very good (all that I want). I started to eat  but then came a pirate with a red beard and red and white striped shirt – He says I cannot eat because in the evening there is a very great party in the square and then (It was very strange, it was all so fast) it was the evening. Small people came and brought a table – On this were people who dance. It was great and parrot’s flew all over the square and people made (This was very funny), they ran strings of sausages all around the square – It was very strange – I don’t remember the end of this dream – When I woke up I was very excited.

by Lucio Stagi

OH YES! The people brought a great jar and put it in the middle of the table – I spoke and ate with the people and slowly, very slowly the jar began to crack and it broke. It broke and out came a little girl who took me by the hand and brought me away from the party to a lake (a very quiet calm lake). She says I must come into the lake very slowly. When I got in, I went under the water and then I awoke.”

- Lucio Stagi 2005.

by Giulia Spugnoli

Above text reads: “I was traveling around this dream place, it was so full of new life, promising new possibility, ancient knowledge, showing me an ancient goddess, that was so embracing, so unbelievably clear to understand ….. And then I was passing near a lake full of colours, with big mountains in the distance. Seeing this wonderful sight I decided to go in there. And then I was walking through colours to the highest mountains.”

- Giulia Spugnoli 2005

by Mario Stagi

This parcel of Dreams was sent to the Zoo and Logical Times by dream correspondent John O Shea in the summer of  2005 from Europe.

!!!The Incredible Tightrope Walking Woodlouse!!!

Witness his nerves of Steel!
Marvel at his dexterity!
See him cheat DEATH itself!
Its the

INCREDIBLE TIGHTROPE WALKING WOODLOUSE!!!

Hull Air (Burwell’s Pìobaireachd).

“…and came finally
to the place where the water meets the banks
and the place where the sky meets the clouds
and the place where the skin meets the air
and the book meets the table…”

Its about time Hull had its own Air. The words to this one were selected from a poem titled “Adventures in the House of Memory” written in the late nineteen seventies by Anne Bean and Paul Burwell.

The melody is my own (as far as I know).

Drums are from ‘Turbine Hall Swimming Pool’ by Richard Wilson and feature Paul playing a home made drum kit whilst being towed around an old swimming pool on a trailer.

The recording here was made to celebrate the late Paul Burwell’s Birthday in 2009. He would have been 60 years old. Dave Ellis and Corona Smith both worked with Paul throughout the years he lived in Hull.

Corona Smith (fiddle, headrush, singing) Dave Ellis (Bass, headrush, singing etc) Larry Mctavish (Banjo, Gamelan and Mongolian throat singing).

One of Paul’s favourite tunes was a Pìobaireachd called ‘The Old Men of the Shells’. A Pìobaireachd is usually played on the highland bagpipes (which incidentally Paul was fond of reminding us were not classed as a musical instrument but as a weapon of war!) it is often composed as a Lament or a salute, and involves a simple melody being played for a very long time with subtle changes throughout.

That said, it should be apparent that the video above contains an edited version of the full Pìobaireachd which actually lasts for several hours…

The First of March.

Jim Eldon Plays ‘The First of March’ whilst Corona Smith tries to play along…

I Wish There Was No Prisons…

“I wish there was no prisons, I do, don’t you? And the old treadmill makes me feel ill, I only steal my belly for to fill, with me hands, with me fists, with me maulers….”

Jim learned this great song from a snippet recorded by George Spicer which resides somewhere in the Topic record label archives. Jim added a couple of verses of his own.

A comment on youtube from ’sabrinaeden’ reminded Jim of another verse he used to sing to this tune:

Down outside the market hall
I once saw a kid nick a trotter off a stall
With his hand, with his fist, with his mawlers.
I said Hey Up, Son! Here comes a copper
So he took to his heels and he dropped the trotter
In me hand, in my fist, in me mawlers…

Psychic Dog employed by Hull City!

From the Yorkshire Post.

Hull City have finally seen sense and resorted to Juju and Witchcraft to keep them from relegation this season. Inside sources claim the Psychic pooch in question has already had the team mark out the pitch in the way only dogs (and Tigers) do.