Wednesday, April 25, 2007

ARTICLES // Open Up (2003)


This article was originally published in Brighton's 'Insight' magazine in 2003. While the content is anything but 'gonzo' in style, the writing of it has its own story, created as it was under pretty frenetic circumstances.

Back in early 2003, my personal life was hanging in the balance and, unbeknownst to me, my time in Brighton was drawing to a close. I needed time and space to get away and think a little. My father presented me with a sudden opportunity to get away to Africa for a week in order to celebrate my sister's 30th birthday with her - she was living in Tanzania at the time.


Never one to stare a gift horse in the mouth and knowing that it was both what I needed and something I'd long dreamed of too, I jumped at the chance and took him up on the offer. It was also during the period that the clamour for war in the Middle East was reaching fever pitch and I was delighted to have the chance to get away from those voices in the corridors of power and in the media that were steamrollering the Western and Arab worlds towards disaster. The millions who'd marched through London on the previous month hadn't been able to stop a thing, and there was a depressing stench of inevitability about the whole misadventure.


About a week before my hastily arranged flight was due to depart, 'Insight' magazine got in touch with me to write a piece on Brighton artists Open Houses schemes that run during the Brighton Festival. Then as now, I'm not a writer with offers of publication lining up at my door. I agreed to do it despite the lunatic demands that it'd place on my schedule, glad of the opportunity to get my writing out to an audience.


There were a couple of days within which to do the research, mainly during the lunch breaks of the new job I'd just started. Grabbed my notes and interviews, packed my bags and made for Heathrow where I was to begin writing the first draft. Waiting in some airport bar or other for my father to arrive, I managed to at least get it started.


Had been going to write more on the flight, but didn't manage to. Got off the plane at Dar Es Salaam and was confronted by tropical heat of which I'd never known and my first time setting foot on African soil. This fact was rather more overwhelming than a publishing deadline and I soaked in every new sight, smell and sound.



Back at my sister's place, I managed to finish off writing the piece and then had to type it up. The power supply to small African villages tends to be intermittent at best, yet grabbing whatever moments of juice I could out of a faltering laptop, I got the piece written up.


The deadline came into play again and as they didn't have an Internet connection at the house, we had to drive an hour to the nearest town to find the Internet cafe that she often used. Slow as the connection was and as old as the computer there was too, I managed to get the article sent off to the magazine just about in time for their submission deadline.


There was something quite bizarre about writing of people in an English seaside town letting the public into their houses to look at their paintings from the perspective of a creaky Internet cafe in a dusty town that opened out onto the African bush. It may have played its own part in helping me to reassess my priorities and draw the conclusion that the time was ripe to expatriate and see what else was out there other than my own little island.


The original article was edited slightly by 'Insight' and appears in that form here. Tempting as it was to go fully gonzo and write instead about the circumstances in which the story was written, I managed to write just about the Brighton artists after all!


Photo of Tanzanian villager's house by Hans Jamet.


Open Up

It must be something in the air. Not just the fresh sea breezes that can awaken the senses, but a sprinkle of that extra ‘something’ that makes Brighton such a touch paper for innovation, such a creative laboratory. Some early techniques of cinema were developed in Hove. Anita Roddick helped to usher in the concept of the ‘ethical consumer’ with her first Body Shop in Brighton. In the early Seventies, the means that would allow networks to communicate with each other and pave the way for what we now know to be the Internet, were presented at Sussex University.

On a lesser scale, while many people wouldn’t dream of letting the general public across their threshold for a look around their own private space, a growing number of individuals from right across the city, openly encourage it during the burst of spring madness that is the Brighton Festival.

‘I think the visiting public initially feel a sense of wonder that anyone would do such a thing’, says Jehane Boden Spiers, an Open House artist. ‘They enjoy meeting artists who make the work, as opposed to in galleries and shops, which are far less personal. They also enjoy seeing the work in context and I think it helps people to think about how to display artwork in their own homes.’

The Open House concept began in 1982 by Ned Hoskins. Frustrated by the lack of opportunity to exhibit art in Brighton at the time, he opened his house to the public and also exhibited other artists. In 1989, the ‘Five at Fiveways’ group was set up. Such was its success that it exploded across Brighton during the 1990’s. Other artists joined the group, other groups sprang up all over the region (Kemp Town Artists, Seven Dials Artists, the Lewes Group), and the concept became arguably the main attraction to the Festival itself.

The Kemp Town Open House trail stretching from the brightly coloured terraces near Queen's Park right down to the sea is a particular favourite with tourists as a fair degree of the art features boats, the sea, Victorian frontages and The Downs. Belinda Lloyd, co-ordinator, told The Insight, 'This year musicians are going to join the trail so as people wander the streets of Kemp Town they will be accompanied by buskers and in the houses may even come upon a harpist, saxophonist or string quartet!'

Colin Ruffell, a former secretary of the Fiveways Artists Group and exhibiting artist himself, estimates that there are now over 200 Open Houses and Studios operating during the festival, with 100-300 visitors per week, making up to 100,000 people enjoying these unique opportunities to experience art. Open Houses can now be found all over Sussex, including Ditchling, Hove and Portslade, and have even spread to places like Oxford, Cambridge, Kent, Cornwall and Buckinghamshire.

Jehane says ‘anything and everything!’ is on display– Ceramics, Jewellery, Painting, Sculpture, Mosaic, Textiles, Wood, Metal, Glass, Photography, Video, Literature. It makes it possible for artists to make their work more affordable to the buying public. Visitors can also commission pieces directly with the artist, which could be an otherwise daunting prospect.

Open Houses have become so successful that they may have even outgrown the Festival itself. Jehane Boden Spiers says that it has become quite a feat to even see 10% of what is on show. ‘I can see more houses opening up at other times of the year, apart from May,’ she says. ‘This is already happening… some houses have organised Christmas shows’.

Information on Open Houses 2003 can be found in the Brighton Festival Fringe brochure, which is available from thousands of outlets across the city. The following weblinks also contain further information:

Fiveways Artists Group

The first Open House art buying website

Colin Ruffell’s own site

Saturday, April 21, 2007

ARTICLES // The Sound Of The City (2002)


Between 2000 and 2003, I ran a music organisation in Brighton called Sounds Phenomenal. I joined them initially as a volunteer, to help out with organising a conference when I was laid off from the book trade following a merger-related branch closure. To my surprise, I ended up inheriting the organisation.

Whilst this gave me unprecedented opportunities for skills and contacts building, it also became a little bit of an albatross for me. It was inherently difficult to actually make any money from it at the time, yet I seemed to be somehow compelled to keep it going. This meant doing more and more events to 'build the brand' and give it a history, but that I was unable to make a living from. I guess that it contributed in its own way to my leaving the UK to live abroad.


The final event I did as Sounds Phenomenal was a 19 act live showcase at Sussex University, titled 'The Sound Of The City 2002'. The image above is the front cover of the brochure that I designed for the event, with the 'seagull & headphones' image being a Brighton homage to the
Woodstock 'dove on guitar' graphic. You can read more about the showcase itself here.

Having managed to secure a media partner to sponsor some of the showcase (
The Latest), I had what was probably my first opportunity to write an 'advertorial'. The article that appeared in their issue that week is below.


The Sound Of The City

This fair city of ours has itself many reputations. They stretch from the seaside Victoriana of the naughty weekend and the coastal escape from the demands of modern Metropolitan living, to a political test bed for Government policy initiatives or the 'British San Francisco' of its large gay community. The Brighton (and Hove) of the imagination is thus a multi-faceted creature. It is, however, as the cultural epicentre of the South Coast that Brighton embeds itself most strongly in the minds of its residents and visitors. Witness the quarter of a million people who turned up when Fatboy Slim announced his free party on the beach this summer. It is 'the place to be' to have a good time.

Although there is a common complaint that Brighton is more of a club town and that it doesn't do enough to support live music, the evidence would often appear to contradict that. The Concorde 2 succeeds in putting on a huge range of live music, and most medium-sized touring bands fit in an appearance there. Promoters like Melting Vinyl ensure such treats as The Strokes coming here before they appeared anywhere else in the UK, and Lee Hazlewood's only 2002 concert outside London. The Essential Festival has brought such musical titans as James Brown, Public Enemy and Lee 'Scratch' Perry here. And then there are the universities.

Lord Dearing, one of the government's key advisers on higher education, was recently reported as saying that universities should become 'giants' in their regions, boosting the local area with ideas and highly skilled people, and promoting the regional economy and culture in addition to their more traditional academic roles.

Sounds Phenomenal has been helping Sussex University with this aim since 2000, having brought live music back on to campus after an absence of some years, and are providing the Freshers' Week showcase of the best of the city's unsigned live acts.

Having started life an a community arts project that provided access to to music making and training for young people in the area, SP has a pedigree of supporting music at its grassroots. We are therefore proud to present 'The Sound Of The City 2002', in association with Jagermeister, The Latest and Latest Homes, USSU and Sol Beer, as a sampler or 'live flyer' of the best of Brighton's live, unsigned acts.

This year's line-up offers a greater diversity than in previous years, running from the live loops of Phloot Groove and the girl on girl hip-hop action of Plan B, to Jah Love's reggae system and the open scapes of local alt country types, JP Delph & The Mighty Fine. It also includes sets from SP guitar-based favourites such as Shark, Liquid Laugh and the Radio 1 playlisted Agent J, who will be opening and closing the proceedings.

Brighton is not only a place for a great time, but it also produces some extraordinary talent from its artists and players. Sample 'The Sound Of The City' and find out for yourself.

NUS cardholders only. IDs will be checked.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

ARTICLES // Nobody Told Me There'd Be Days Like These (1997)


What a difference 10 years makes.

This article was written for Babble, the (probably now defunct) University of Brighton's Student Union magazine, following the first few months of Britain's new Labour government back in 1997. It is an early attempt at political commentary.


After 18 years of Tory misrule, there was a certain national euphoria at their ousting. Blair and his new government were seen as a bright new hope for a country that had been downtrodden by its leaders for decades. Once in power, they became another government, another thing to criticise, another focus for peoples rage. Diana died too, and the jubilation that swept the country in May dissipated into a national outpouring of grief.


Blair's government have had their own fair share of trouble from political legacies they inherited, the old guard and other unpreventable factors, including the fuel protests, the Countryside Alliance and Foot And Mouth Disease. However, it is the PM's willingness, even eagerness, to go to war that will most likely mark his tenure at Number 10. Kosovo and Sierra Leone carried the mark of 'humanitarian intervention'. He happily bombed Iraqi no-fly zones with pal Clinton. And then came his cosying up to the Bush administration (amongst my many reasons to leave the country), going to war again in Afghanistan despite Britain's long history of ultimately failing to subjugate the Afghan people, and of course the ongoing disaster that is Iraq.


The Labour government claim a long list of achievements of their time in power too, and while the country has clearly improved in many ways, Iraq has divided the country from its rulers and damaged Britain's standing in the world that will probably be felt for generations to come.


This piece captures some of the almost innocent pre-9/11 era, when people were just getting used to complaining a little about the government again and evokes seaside Brighton too.


1997 was certainly an interesting year. 2007 is still so full of fear.



Nobody Told Me There'd Be Days Like These

Now that the 'peoples' government have become just 'the government' following numerous blunders and U-turns – tobacco, fees and benefits for instance, we can all heave a sigh of relief and get back on with complaining.

But if you can cast your minds back to the beginning of term...

...Brighton, throughout the summer months a decidedly 'relaxed' town, always undergoes a period of frantic activity during the transition between late summer and early winter (end of September to beginning of October). The biggest impact, after the tourists, daytrippers and foreign students have eaten their last ice cream cones and thrown their final stones into the sea, is the return of the tens of thousands of students who pass through the two universities every year. If that doesn't swell the town's ranks enough, the students are joined by the politicians, reporters and policemen who start to filter in throughout the weekend.

By Monday, the Annual Labour Party Conference bestrides the hotels and The Brighton Centre, cordoning off the seafront and returning the gaze of the eyes of the nation. The Palace Pier appears on TV at least 10 times a day as some Westminster luminary or other trot out in front of the cameras for their comments on what's going on 'inside'.

Brighton is often the scene of many classic conference moments that define or permanently alter a party's career. Neil Kinnock found himself unwittingly splashed over Britain's front pages when he failed to win at the old Brighton game of 'run away from the tide at the last minute to avoid getting wet' and promptly fell into the sea. In 1984, the IRA came within a whisker of taking out most of the Government front bench including the then-recent Falklands veteran Margaret Thatcher, with their bombing of the Grand Hotel. 1997 in Brighton will go down as the first Labour Conference in 18 years when they can revel in the knowledge that they are actually in power following 'those election results'.

Can we still allow ourselves a wry smile at the memory of the evening of May 1st? Particularly as Tory boy Wee Willie Hague (Notting Hill, nice one!)'s firm and decisive direction for the party of 'No, no, no, we still don't like Europe' is pushing ever closer to the icy waters of the North Sea.

Of course I stayed up for Portillo! You wouldn't go to bed before the winning goal at the World Cup, would you?

Obviously, once you vote them in (whoever they are) they always become 'the government' in the end. But (and here comes the point of the piece) haven't these been strange times to be living through in Britain of late? Especially given the passing away of a certain Ms. Spencer during the summer. Crying in the streets! Most irregular, eh?

So have we finally grabbed hold of the Old Guard of Old Britain, caught them by the scruffs of their necks and shouted back 'No! We've had enough and we won't take any more. We're gonna run things from now on and show you how it's done. Haven't you heard of caring before?' With young British music, film, fashion and art trading global stamps with each other, we have an increasingly polarising world as we hurtle towards another Year Zero (or by the Christian calendar at least). There's a lot more crazy shit yet to come, you can be sure of that.

Winding down the nineties isn't far off now, (thinks – 'still haven't found a decent name for the next decade yet'). But you may find that having spent your youth through them won't have been the least exciting time of your life. Strange days indeed!