Remembering – The Final Memory Point(s)

DSCF3371_opt

Hello to all, long time no blog!

It has been just over a month now since the very last Memory Points tour took place in the south bank centre and what an absolute pleasure it was to be part of such a precious piece of art. Now of course the rooms we brightened will have been pulled apart by the men and women in fluorescent jackets as they see about the beginning of a huge renovation project for the South bank centre. It was quite touching to know that we were the last to perform in the Purcell room and around the Queen Elizabeth Hall and it was truly bizarre to see the place being de-constructed slowly day by day.

DSCF3190_opt

Any object or space not claimed by Platform 4 was likely to disappear at any moment. On almost every tour, myself, Jordan and Maria would notice that something else had changed. This fascinatingly served as another metaphor for Alzheimer’s and Dementia as once known spaces deteriorated around us and often appeared completely new. Completely new too was the presence of a competing tour group! The national trust high-vis brigades were touring some of the same spaces as us which led to some very interesting and sometimes very strange encounters indeed! Most of the time though we managed to tour in harmony.

What follows really aren’t too many more words as I wonder what I can say about the show that I haven’t typed in these black spaces before. So rather I give you lots of photographs of our time in London and try to show you images and different perspectives of an old building and beautiful show that are otherwise unseen. And a poem at the end to round it all off, (what else?).

DSCF3229_optAbove: Jill and Nicky’s Grand Piano, always played sublimely

Below:  A mouse! In-house artists of the foyer. (What will happen to them in the big refurb?)

DSCF3195_opt DSCF3214_opt

Above: An actor prepares

Below: An actor prepares

DSCF3204_opt

DSCF3367_optAbove: Memories in blue

Below: Vintage lit

DSCF3228_opt

Below: Mirrorball in flux

DSCF3235_opt DSCF3241_opt

Above: Sacha and Sacha!

Below: An actor prepares

DSCF3245_opt

Below: Blurred Stage

DSCF3248_opt DSCF3249_opt

Above: Resting in the green room, Left to right: Jill, Matt, Jules, Pete and Ralf.

Below: Light the way

DSCF3255_opt DSCF3257_opt

Above: Moved by music

Below: A Darren’s eye view

DSCF3258_opt

DSCF3269_optAbove: Jules and his amazing creation/Leave a memory

DSCF3364_opt

I realise there are a lot of photographs here, but I just couldn’t pick between them!

Don’t worry, there isn’t much longer to go, suggest your own captions as you go along if you like.

What about this one?

To the left is a sneaky view from behind a tour that Jordan led. Don’t worry, I wasn’t caught, the magic was in safe hands!

Think you can do better?

(Yes, of course you can).

DSCF3271_opt

Above: Waiting for the tour

Below: Ms Whyte guides the way in the tunnels

DSCF3273_opt DSCF3274_opt

Above: Dressing up

Below: Hayley and Hayley!

DSCF3276_opt

DSCF3283_optAbove: Neon at the artist’s entrance

Below: Graffiti on the commute

DSCF3294_opt DSCF3334_opt

Above: Pulling in to Waterloo

Below: Reflected art

DSCF3340_opt

DSCF3352_optAbove: Maria Chirca!

Below: Blurred tunnels

DSCF3358_opt DSCF3372_opt

Above: Watching on

Below: Raising a glass

DSCF3386_opt DSCF3385_opt

Above: The wonderful everyone! (Well almost, no Jill Dowse Sacha Lee or Darren in this photo) Top row from left to right: Maria, Kate, Nicky, Pete, Cath, Ralf, Mr Chalmers, Bobby, Dave and Matt. Below are Jules, Hayley and Jordan.

Below: The brains behind it all, the boss, the Catherine Church. To you, thank you.

DSCF3188_opt

And thank you to every single person who came to see the show, every amazing person who inspired it back in Eastleigh and all the bright beautiful people we have met along the way; working in the venues, on bars, in cafes, ensuring we were fed and watered. And a personal thank you to each of you in that photograph up there, you are, each of you fantastic. My nannny passed away during the time of the show and without your support and something good to focus on I don’t know how I would have coped. Bless you, each and every one.

All my love,

Craig

 

Remembering:

These strangest of moments
Existing five then four then three
Times daily,
The violinists face is his third,
The double bassist always stands
Playing from another town,
Pianists and partners have other masks
Than they used to,
And for a time, the man behind the chimes
Was woman.

The one who sings once grew a full head of hair
And before didn’t sing at all.
That blue dress thrice a different spinning ballerina,
And white blond once stalked each tour
Before jet blacked brown steadied us.
And Bobby was always Bobby
Until now Darren with shadow of Dave.

The clarinet has seen every space and
Every stage and every show
And so have these eyes,
That look now and then not to the present
But can only see past moments;
Can see Edd readying dead leaves,
James gently serving tea,
Heather enchanting corridors with light,
And Amy, Benny, Gerry, Su, Lynne
And names and names and names
Becomes each walk deja vu in waiting,
Triggered, then not.

I swear I see the ghosts of us
From a year past.
I am sure
As I take second charge,
Terry will escort me,
Walking back to happiness.
I will turn,
And I will see myself.

DSCF3216_opt