Full Moon – Live!

After some severe prodding, poking and jabbing from my partner, who goes weak at the knees when I pick up my axe. Or should I say, when I strum my strings,  tickle my frets, jam my boogey, or however the current argot has it.

Anyway, the bruises suffered from all the prodding, poking and jabbing, have finally led to my surrender.

Any complaints about following video should be directed to Angelica Westerhoff because this exercise in public ear-bashing is all her fault.

So, as a special treat for the tone deaf, I offer you this unique recording of Full Moon, written, arranged, composed produced and recorded by yours truly, and filmed by Nacho on his mobile phone.

WARNING: The artist takes no responsibility for any emotional distress, or physical damage that may be caused by listening to this recording. If it excites your children into open rebellion and household revolution, I suggest you cut down on the sugary drinks.

Due to the special effects created by recording in a virtually empty room, Full Moon has that gritty feeling so many tunes lack today because of sophisticated recording equipment designed to remove, or spruce up, the many flaws that enhance the overall experience. In my case, the equipment can fatally correct the lack of natural rhythm with which I have been gifted, and is so vital to my unique and authentic sound.

To avoid pain in the earhole and brain, I suggest turning the volume right down and lying back in your chair with a couple of aspirins and a glass of water close to hand.

As a former resident of what used to be the shabby end of Elgin Crescent, right by Portobello Road in Notting Hill, I lived in the thick of carnival for 25 years.

Most years, carnival was a great street party with loud music, Carribean food and dancing. Though it left the entire area stinking like the back alley of a row of cheap cafés for a week, they were good times.

Full Moon was written after al carnival in the 1980s, which ended in a violent confrontation between the police and gangs of rioters. Both share the blame.

This year will mark the 50th anniversary of Notting Hill Carnival, which has grown to become the second biggest in the world after Rio.

One thing is certain, nobody comes to live in Spain to get away from carnivals. Every spring, even the tiniest pueblo hosts a carnival. For photos of Conil’s carnival click here: Carnaval de Conil 2014.

For those, who experience diffculty with my mumblings, mutterring and stutterings, I have gone to the trouble of translating them into actual words.

Full Moon

Full moon, on Ladbroke Grove tonight,

The cops and the kids,

Step out on the streets to fight,

To the sound of breaking window panes,

Putting all the people to flight,

To the sound of breaking window panes,

Putting all the people to flight.

 

Full moon, red as a young man’s blood,

Flowing from his wounds,

Just like spring rains in a flood,

And the tears that can never flow enough,

Streak grey faces with mud,

And the tears that can never flow enough,

Streak grey faces with mud.

 

Full moon, rousing the dogs to bay,

A lone mother weeps,

Nothing the doctor can say,

Can bring back a lifetime’s love,

Once it’s been stolen away,

Can bring back a lifetime’s love,

Once it’s been stolen away.

 

Copyright © 2014 Bryan Hemming

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