The Simulated Real World - Kingston University

Alice

The knock on the front door echoed throughout the cold rooms of the Crime House and we all tensed in anticipation. Inside we waited for the nurses to enter and visit their patients, yet this wasn't a ward scene but one firmly placed in the community. What could be more ordinary than a leafy street in suburban Kingston-upon-Thames, although what was going on behind the closed doors was a series of teetering narratives not light-hearted Margo and Jerry tittle-tattle . Who knows how common these unravelling stories are, how often desperation creeps under the crack in the door or for those lives in disarray to be rebuilt piece by piece. This was a chance to see behind those ordinary doors and capture the individual worlds of three people.

Julia Pelle

This is my third and final year as artist-in-residence at the School of Nursing, Kingston University and St George's University of London. Previous years have seen me ensconced in a corner of the simulated mental health ward furiously capturing the drama in sketches and words. Today (01/04/2015) we had the chance to see students working in teams throughout a simulated weekend where patients/clients were rooted between the four walls of a house.

Sharon Putt

Alice was recently returning to the family home after a hiatus, the dynamic of husband and children creating a soap opera of instability; Julian was back in the 'real' world, desperately trying to survive without money and in a barren and inhospitable bedsit; Peter found himself in the care of his parents once again, trapped in a world dominated by the dubious reality of the internet.

Kevin Acott

The day started for the students in a lecture room with the promise of an emotional assault course to come. Lecturers Julia Pelle, Kevin Acott and Sharon Putt set the scene. "This is a proper home visit, you're really going to get it today!"

Mostly in couples and sometimes alone, the students made their way to the Crime House door. This house is usually used by Forensic science students who find themselves quite literally at the scene of the crime. One after another over the course of this simulated weekend (that in reality lasted but one day) each group of students had to visit their patient, assess, advise and help. They would then have a meeting with their counterparts who would be the next people to visit the patient. So it was both an exercise in being the person at the cutting edge of the situation but also the ability to move forward as a team. It meant as an outsider I observed and sketched 3 unattached narratives, like jumping across random pages of a novel.

Martyn Keen

The story I first opened would be a Dashiell Hammett, it is short and full of motivation. I am the detective, not the hard-boiled kind more soft and pliable in the hands of actor Jane who plays the role of Alice. With us in the room is Martyn Keen, the professional who is keeping any eye on proceedings. Our two students accompany Alice into the room but there is another presence here too. It is the room's elephant, who is the shadow of the past.

Alice is here in her house on a weekend pass, so this is a fleeting visit for her too. For the past five weeks she has been on a mental health ward. Alice hugs a child's toy, she rocks gently squeezing it's soft body with an intensity that would rid a lemon of not only its juice but its zest as well. Her voice wavers like a doll, it's as if someone had pulled the ringed cord at her back and her words rise and fall, changing in pitch and emotion.

Student - Olawumi Olatunde

The two students sit across from Alice, directly in her eye line, close but still giving her the space to breathe. There's a hysterical tinge to Alice's voice and they pick up on it immediately. "No, No I'm happy" Alice says, "When I'm upset I'm tearful. No I'm happy". There is talk about a 'chat' with her husband and it's the first shift that pulls the rug from underneath my feet and the elephant stirs again in the room.

Student Olawumi Olatunde asks if Alice has the 'urges' at the moment, and her colleague speaks honestly, helping Alice realise she is teetering on the verge of a 'manic phase'. Tears start to well in Alice's eyes and the most revealing words escape between her lips, "I'm worried they're going to find me out".

It is one of the finest interactions I have witnessed between student and patient. Martyn Keen thinks so too as he launches into a debrief, he tells the students "Alice was more honest with her nurses than she was with her husband or children". Alice is left alone and someone will be here to check on her progress in the days ahead.

Julian

The second visit is to see Julian (actor Nigel) who's numb bottom is aggravating him more than any mental rollercoaster. He has spent another night sleeping on the cold linoleum of his bedsit. Money is an issue and the support that he should be a receiving is a safety net which has more than one hole in it.

Isaac

The students who have to unpick Julian's problems are Isaac and Maddie. They have been proceeded by colleague Danny who has already made Julian promises, for who wouldn't. Julian's situation is heart-breaking, the room is bare, a tin of beans and bottle water sit beside him, the fireplace is boarded up and there's no discernible signs of heat.

Harvey Wells

Isaac and Maddie are caught in the same Groundhog Day as Julian. They go through a check list, making sure their patient is safe but unfortunately not changing his immediate dilemma, there is still no furniture and no money for food. There is a genuine frustration and sympathy for all the people concerned because the 'system' is a tanker of behemoth proportions that doesn't change course easily, let alone in these choppy financial waters.

The impasse is best illustrated in this short exchange. Isaac asks "If we sorted out all your problems out would you feel better?" and Julian replies "Of course." Then after a long pause he adds "You can help me by helping me".

Harvey Wells is overseeing this exchange in his role as facilitator and the pursing of his lips is only interrupted by a pensive tap of his pen before it makes another note in his book. Time is the winner, the turgid second hand ticking variety. The minutes that stick in Julian's room barely escape the firmly shut door nor permeate the condensation that lines the window. It is not just the maze of mental health that makes Time move slower but also the inability to sit on a sofa or watch the TV. Small comforts that we take for granted.

Peter

My third and final chapter was a much more animated affair. Peter is back at home with his parents and there's enough tension between father and son to inspire a Greek tragedy. Conspiracy theories are rife, the internet as we know is a fountain of knowledge but in Peter's hand it is starting to fuel his fears and insecurities.

David Condon

The man who has to help Peter is student David Condon, and he has to decide how much fuel he wants to add to Peter's fire. He is determined to dominate this exchange, he is fluid and forceful, never scared and very impressive. David is a terrier, never letting go of the conversation and yapping at Peter's heals until he relinquishes a ball to chase down.

David Tracey

David has decided that Peter's conspiracy theories aren't to be indulged for too long but by curtailing these conversations he's cutting down on the information he needs. It is a balance of listening, thinking ahead and deciphering the past. It is a skill that is developed in simulations just as this, and it is one you can't help but admire.

Under the gaze of facilitator David Tracey it is David our student who makes the gesture that catches me by surprise. It is the difference between being on the ward and out here in suburban London. David needs to get Peter out of this environment, even it's only for a few hours, away from the addictive conspiracies and the volatile father son dynamic. Rather than a solution constructed of words David offers one made of actions. He will go with Peter himself, out there beyond the boundaries of this secure bedroom and into a world full of permutations which are ready to trip them both up. It is also a world that offers support and friendship, the first steps will be physical, taken together, while the latter ones will be navigated by Peter alone.

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Darek Herbasz - Vapour trails

Darek Herbasz - Tenor saxophone

Darek Herbasz had an immediate presence upon hitting British shores despite being relatively unknown in these parts. He wound up his short tour of these isles with a final gig at Twickenham Jazz Club (31/03/2014). Part of this presence is musical and some physical for Herbasz cuts a figure like a bruising bouncer on a night club door. With what looked liked a permanent five o'clock shadow he spent his 2 hours playing with one eye cocked toward the audience and one screwed shut tight. This roving eye kept us all firmly in our seats, which wasn't an arduous task by any means.

Kelvin Christiane - Tenor saxophone

Although this was billed as an expression of our Polish guest's prowess the man who shone brightest was Kelvin Christiane. Forever the facilitator at the likeable Twickenham Jazz Club in the Cabbage Patch, here was a chance for Christiane to pull away from the curb of the quintet format with his headlights blazing. Dexter Gordon's 'Cheese Cake' was set up by the rhythm section of Julie Walkington (bass) and Simon Lea (drums) and then Kelvin Christiane switchbacked, turned around and slapped us with his sharp and fluid delivery.

Julie Walkington - Bass

There was gentleness too amongst the full bloodied tenor battle of Herbasz and Christiane. We woke up slowly to John Coltrane's 'Central Park West', our eyes at first dewy, the blurs dissipating as we reached the sunny day in our minds. It was the perfect spring fare, even more so than the habitual 'Joy Spring' rendition in the second set from Kelvin Christiane.

Simon Lea - drums

It was a first appearance in my sketchbook for both Walkington and Lea. The former was hard to tease out, often with head bent, the pincers of her hair drawing over her face. Lea sat upright and proud in contrast, his mouth more often than not turned down like a Easter Island head.

Alex Hutton - Piano

Alex Hutton is always a favourite at TJC and as usual he received cheer and applause that overshadowed the headliner but this wasn't a night set up for his spirited intensity. This gig was just days before he put the finishing touches to his latest album 'Magna Carta Suite' which is expected to be released in June 2015 on the F-IRE label.

Lesley Christiane - Sings Dindi

It wouldn't be a real Jazz night at the famous Cabbage Patch pub without our hostess opening up the second act with a couple of tunes. 'Dindi' is a favourite in these parts and Alex Hutton gave it a subtle exotic twist, like opening a can of Lilt when everyone else is drinking lemonade.

Coltrane's 'Lonnie's Lament' was the perfect foil for a night such as this. The lines of tenor sound crossed chaotically above our head, complex and overlapping layers scribbled designs in my sketchbook and mind. It was though both Christiane and Herbasz were burning vapour trails above our heads, their notes clear at first then blurring as the memory of their dexterity slowly faded.

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Judith Owen - Ebb and Flow

Judith Owen

Never have I seen an audience purr like they did in the hands of singer-songwriter Judith Owen at Bush Hall (16/03/2015). You expect applause, a wolf whistle or two, maybe even a heckle if you rub them up the wrong way. The packed out crowd sat firmly in Owen's lap, eager to be stroked by her tender and heartfelt voice. Judith Owen is no Blofeld from James Bond fame but we felt as deliciously helpless as his unnamed pussy in You Only Live Twice.

Pedro Segundo - percussion

This was the end of her Ebb & Flow album tour, encompassing a group of songs that evoke the spirit of the halcyon days of the great 70s troubadours. There were songs about love and loss, pain and joy, dreams and despair. She touches upon the tightrope walk of the human condition with honesty and tenderness. Joining on her stage was a stellar line up of musicians with Leland Sklar (bass), Russ Kunkel (drums) and a man I have frequently drawn on the London circuit Pedro Segundo (percussion).

Leland Sklar - bass

Segundo was described as 'easy on the eye' by Judith Owen and his Dreamboat Willie demeanour hadn't gone unnoticed amongst the crowd although the man himself squirmed in modesty a few times. It was he who led us into 'In the Summertime' which had a rich and creamy consistency, rather than the hopping cricket of Mungo Jerry here we were lifted on one of those soft breezes that doesn't cool but elevates, invariably to higher planes.

Russ Kunkel - drums

'Under the door' caught the imagination not only for it's narrative but for it's title. There is never an opportunity to comment on the title of songs for it is both a very personal decision by the musician and a shot in the dark. We sat in those shadow and the light did indeed peak under the aforementioned door. What started as finger tips of golden luminance crept in lengthening phalanxes and eventually cracked into tumbling sparks. These burgeoning stars came alive before our eyes and fizzed like fireflies in the blackness, it was a pulse, stronger than any electrical current.

There is a simplicity about Judith Owen's delivery, as well as putting the crowd at ease you could feel the tightness as they strained forward to listen. She squeezed the meaning from her words, gently plucking out meanings by capturing time itself. There was an economy with such a precious commodity and she never expelled it recklessly, nor wasted. It felt like time would never run out.

Throughout May and June 2015 Judith Owen will be opening for Bryan Ferry from Belfast to Bristol and plenty in between.

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The Daydream Club - Bush Hall

Adam Pickering - The Daydream Club

The Daydream Club charmed the audience at the Bush Hall (16/03/2015) in London with a set of heartening authenticity. The Leicester based duo lived up to their vaunted on-stage chemistry billing but not with a Potassium meets Water moment, something much more fragrant and appealing awaited.


Paula Walker

Adam Pickering and Paula Walker are the couple responsible for both music and dreams, and it was the latter who brought us into their set with tribal rhythmic percussion. Sometimes though it is what she does without instrument in hand that catches the eye and spirit. On The Move was a delicate rounded shape in both their hands, it talked of circles and hollows, holes and rings. Walker's hands turned as she sang, as though tenderly mixing a salad of foraged leaves in an invisible bowl.

Adam Pickering - Melodica

The procession of Adam Pickering's music came to us via the breath and tube of his melodica on English Rain. The charm of its chug was a gentle movement like that of a narrow boat upon a canal. Its long line of narrative was as thin and true as a towpath from Walker. We eased along on the song's still waters and ruminated on the people we passed by. Because we sat low in our boat, it was just their ankles and dogs we glimpsed. It was the kind of song that you enjoy for the guessing and if its not too obvious the daydreaming too.

The finale of their set was Found which roused the packed audience from any reverie, the words sparkier than their sentiment for once. That is not to say warmth was relegated to a bit part, in fact it was affection which took the plaudits and applause at the end.

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Shirley Smart - Maurizio Minardi - Kate Shortt

Shirley Smart - Cello

Shirley Smart is one of the 'fixers' on London's music scene, creating groups, projects and collaborations on a regular basis. Rarely is a gig the same twice, either a twist in terms of personnel or a shuffle of the musical pack. This night (15/03/2015) at the Green Note she was alongside accordionist Maurizio Minardi and followed by the multi-talents of Kate Shortt.

Not only was it the birthday of Shirley Smart but also Mother's Day, and being a caring daughter she had her mother close by in the crowd. It gave this inquisitive artist the chance to learn a little more about Smart's roots. It is quite a musical family tree that grows around her, brother Tim is a trombonist of note but the line of musicality stretches further as her grandfather was an accomplished pianist as is her uncle and mother.

Maurizio Minardi - Accordion

Early exchanges with her stage partner Maurizio Minardi yielded dancing cutlasses, adventure and whole cycles of narratives. There was pathos too, long drawn breaths from Minardi's accordion, drags of pity and salty beauty. There was a primness in the Shirley Smart penned Waltz that descended into several lines of enquiry like an Agatha Christie novel. It was traditional but with a side order of murder and humour.

We heard that chuckle again within Marcello, who's theme reached us from another century, from a time of imagination, one that unfurled at a slower pace. You could see the narrative etched into the face of the song's protagonist, perhaps he inhabited the light and dark of the fairground. The extent of our collective 'perhaps' were endless, such was the number of mental worlds created by this composition. The black book opened our mouths with slack wonder, it's dramatic surges left us all gasping for more but alas the climax was all too soon, even in the hands of Minardi, our Italian lover.

Kate Shortt - Cello and wit

The second half of the night was a one-hander from Kate Shortt, bringing us her unique combination of cello and comedy. It was a performance that twisted the dials of our genre-sensitive minds, hopping from station to station like a pre-digital radio sliding in and out of wave bands. Linear time doesn't exist with Shortt, she occupies a zone of her own, a world where everything and everyone becomes either subject matter or an instrument to play with.

Shirley Smart and Maurizio Minardi will be playing at The Crypt, St.Martin-in-the-Fields on the 20th May 2015 with Minardi's quartet.
Book tickets HERE.

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Wild Card - Organic Riot - Him You Ten

Wild Card, Organic Riot, Top End Records, TER003CD

All too rarely do our cartoon heroes leap off their pages and live up to expectations. For many years Clement Regert, Sophie Alloway and Andrew Noble of London Jazz trio Wild Card were stylised figures who I imagined lived in a colourful marshmallow world of bright colours and oversized footwear. It was only last year that I experienced Wild Card for the first time at Pizza Express in Soho and was able to calibrate real fleshy faces to those represented on social media by graphic personas.

Wild Card
Everything Changes

The artist who is responsible for 'Le Look' of Wild Card is Fung Voon Him You Ten. He has created the artwork for Wild Card's previous albums Mixity (2008) and Everything Changes (2012). The paths of Him You Ten and Wild Card's Clement Regert first crossed here in London and their friendship and working relationship still endures despite the Atlantic Ocean coming between them. Him You Ten returned to his native Montreal, Canada with his wife and two sons in 2010 before taking up a position as a Cloud Architect at Vice Media Inc in NYC.

Shinichirō Watanabe's
Samurai Champloo.

Our featured artist isn't just a man of the arts but one of action too. Him You Ten was a respected member of London's aikido community, training at Hikarikan in London Southbank University, UK. He started his training as a Shotokan Karate student and holds the grade of 1st Kyu. It could well be this interest in martial arts that inspires his art, and it seems both himself and Regert grew up watching and reading Manga cartoons. These have bubbled over into his creations for Wild Card especially the most recent album. The composition of this artwork is a direct homage to Shinichirō Watanabe's Samurai Champloo.

The hip hop influences of duo Force of Nature played a strong role in the soundtrack of Samurai Champloo and the lyric style makes more than a cameo in Wild Card's Organic Riot too. With rapper B'loon coming through loud and clear from the Intro to title track Organic Riot and finally the powerful Tchouks.

Clement Regert

This isn't the only voice on the album and it is here I could talk of the melting pot of nations and influences appearing here, from France, Japan, Brasil, Australia and the United States to mention just a few. No I play this with a straight bat and Natalie Williams does exactly that with two appearances on Feeling Good and Wash him out, but it is Regert's guitar which gives me the feeling on the former and Graeme Flowers' brass that aerates the latter.

This is truly a marmite of ideas and styles, the title Organic Riot is a fitting moniker to what is a fluid and satisfying nosh. Read the excellent review by Ian Mann on The Jazz Mann website for further insight.

Him You Ten

If we can weave the theme of Art and Music one last time then it would be to give you the definition of the word Champloo. It originates from the Okinawan word chanpurū, which simply means "to mix" as in the stir fry dish Goya chanpuru. Taste this Organic Riot for yourself on the 18th April, 2015 at Café POSK, 238-246 King Street, London, W6 0RF when Wild Card officially launch the album. and give you their mix of heavy grooves, swinging hard-bop and fleet footed Samba,
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Geovarn James - Under the Bridge

Geovarn James

There is a time when too much of a good thing makes Jack a dull boy and this artists' sketchbook was in danger of being rubbed into oblivion. So before I left RADAR's showcase I just had to experience the slow joy of Geovarn James. Despite there being two more acts on the bill, it was this handsome singer that tipped me over the edge and it was without regret I left after his set.

The RADAR night (26/02/2015) at Chelsea Stadium's plush Under The Bridge venue is one of the hottest live events for both the music industry and fans alike. It is a platform to showcase the best unsigned and just-signed talent who are emerging from under the wings of Music Week, ILUVLIVE and MusicConnex.

Chris Johnson

Geovarn's debut single 4AM was the linchpin of this short appearance and there was enough oozing appeal in this tune to slide the topmost apparel from the back of this North London protégé. It was a mixture of smooth vocals and snapping lyrics that rolled effortless through the audience. The unrushed and unflappable presence of Geovarn created the calm vacuum that the rest of his band shone within.

James Paton

Those that lit up in the Geovarn headlight were Chris Johnson (vocals) and James Paton, whose multi talents were harnessed on drums but seem to be overflowing in other directions too. Tonight he will be playing at The Seymour Arms, Blagdon, Bristol from 7pm. Expect a blend of soul, jazz, hip hop and funk from his piano and loop pedal this time around.

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