{"id":15638,"date":"2008-01-24T05:42:00","date_gmt":"2008-01-24T10:42:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/hameblog\/2008\/01\/24\/blurry-but-sharp\/"},"modified":"2025-09-12T07:49:44","modified_gmt":"2025-09-12T10:49:44","slug":"blurry-but-sharp","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/2008\/01\/24\/blurry-but-sharp\/","title":{"rendered":"Blurry, but sharp"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"border-width:0\" src=\"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-content\/uploads\/posts\/1067\/blurry-but-sharp0.jpg.webp\" border=\"0\" alt=\"IMAGE_005\" width=\"299\" height=\"288\"><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>Last night I went to <a title=\"The Golden Hour: Poetry, prose and music from some of Edinburgh's up and coming artists.\" href=\"http:\/\/www.theforest.org.uk\/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=blogcategory&amp;id=132&amp;Itemid=253\">The Golden Hour<\/a>, a performance night at The Forest Cafe. I had to squeeze into a chair in a corner, and my &#8220;Crowds annoy me!&#8221; thing started to kick in, but I stuck around &#8217;cause my new friend <a title=\"Sandra Alland's website\" href=\"http:\/\/www.blissfultimes.ca\/\">Sandra Alland<\/a> was performing in the second act.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>Sandra&#8217;s a poet (as well as another ex-pat Canadian), but last night she was trying something a little different, combining her poetry with music provided by her friend Y Josephine. Together they called themselves &#8220;The Zorras&#8221;, and the end result was something I can only compare to the work of <a title=\"Performance artist Laurie Anderson's website\" href=\"http:\/\/www.laurieanderson.com\/\">Laurie Anderson<\/a> &#8212; beats and music and thoughts and emotions, raw but breaking easily and often through to humour, tickling and hooking my ear with sound patterns and original thoughts. The set was a polished and high-energy treat, and the room broke into cheers and whistles and applause when they finished.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>I know it&#8217;s cheating, but God it&#8217;s easy to love my friends when they demonstrate how talented they are at something they care about.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>The Zorras were followed by a large, stringy-haired guy in thick glasses who called himself &#8220;Pockets&#8221; and came up onstage with a ukulele held together with shipping tape with red words on it &#8212; not &#8220;Fragile&#8221;, but something like that. My initial response was &#8220;<em>Ohhhh<\/em>-kay,&#8221; but then he started to play that thing like it was a proper guitar, and he rocked the house.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>Actually, he started his set by saying, &#8220;After I play this first number, you&#8217;re going to want to go out and buy a ukulele tomorrow.&#8221; And he was right.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>But I&#8217;ve got other stuff to do. Ooh, like get ready for my citizenship ceremony.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<div class=\"blogger-post-footer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1\" height=\"1\" src=\"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-content\/uploads\/posts\/1067\/blurry-but-sharp1.jpg.webp\" alt=\"\"><\/div><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Last night I went to The Golden Hour, a performance night at The Forest Cafe. I had to squeeze into a chair in a corner, and my &#8220;Crowds annoy me!&#8221; thing started to kick in, but I stuck around &#8217;cause my new friend Sandra Alland was performing in the second act. Sandra&#8217;s a poet (as [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15638","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15638","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15638"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15638\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15638"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15638"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15638"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}