Celtic Californian

A proud Mancunian Dancer, Choreographer, Artistic Director and Performing Arts Producer who's heart is calling to her from San Fransisco.

www.brokenrose.eu

Feel free to contact me at celticalifornianblogger@gmail.com



Friday 31 December 2010

Playspace @ Contact Theatre, Manchester

Hey guys,

It's taken me so long to get this blog together, but hey, it's the holiday season!

At the beginning of December I attended the Playspace event at Contact theatre in Manchester. A fantastic day which explored the possibilities of using new technology in the arts. Not only was I fascinated by the information provided, but I also gained a lot of new connections and friends in the industry.

Below are some highlights of the day.



I also took part in the Body>Data>Space>Telepresence workshop which took place over four hours during the day. To see some of the dancers who took part, please go to www.brokenrose.eu for videos and information.

Much love, and promises of many more blogs in the new year!
CC.

Tuesday 14 December 2010

"Women Who Run with the Wolves"

What?! I hear you cry.

Have you ever felt like your dreams will never come true simply because you need to focus most of your energy on day to day living to get by? "Women Who Run with the Wolves" by Clarissa Pinkola Estes is a book which will without a doubt put a stop to this kind of thing in your life.

Estes states that art and expression are the inner most important aspects of being a woman. Woman cannot function properly, or gain her full potential by chosing not to persue her art, whether that is an active choice, or one which she feels forced into. Through the telling of old folklore, Estes inspires women around the world to practice their art, and follow through on the projects that they dream up.

It is not unhealthy to chase dreams, it's unhealthy not to. Every woman on the planet should read this book.

"Create your art. Now, not another word unless you're a singer."

Much love.
CC.

Wednesday 8 December 2010

Sonic Boom Six - Manchester Sound Control

You've gotta love a home-grown band. Especially when they're ska.

I still don't understand why so many people don't like ska; it's so happy! And yet I know quite a few people who hate it with a passion. Never ceases to amaze me...

Anyway, Manchester's Sound Control is always a great venue, a dingy attic who's floor might just cave in if the circle pit gets a little bit too rowdy, and Sonic Boom Six rocked the stage on Monday in true Manc style.

I've said this before, but there just aren't enough female vocalists around in the rock world, and SB6 provides one of the most talented I've seen. Laila's voice can be both agressive and soothing, depending on the song, and although most would expect that there isn't much variation in ska, SB6 prove that ska music can be touching in one moment and hilarious in another. And there's not enough apprieciation of that kind of thing these days...

Much love (and promises to keep up with blogging soon).
CC.

Saturday 27 November 2010

"Remember Me" at Contact Theatre, Manchester, 25/11/2010

One cannot deny Jason Crouch's talent with words. Even when I first saw his play "Remember Me" in the 24:7 Theatre Festival in 2009, I was overwhelmed by the poeticism in his script. Curious as to what changes he had made since then, I went to see a new and extended version of the play at Contact Theatre in Manchester on Thursday.

Stunning. That's what it was. "Remember Me" is the only play I have since which manages to convey, accurately and honestly, what it feels like to be completely in love with someone you know isn't right for you. Crouch's characters describe perfectly what the reality of falling in love is like and how, all though the time they spend together might appear mundane to people outside of the relationship, they are anything but to those who are involved.

The direction was equally praiseworthy, with choreography and movement that even a dancer would be envious of.

Fantastic to see another 24:7 writer going from strength to strength.

Much love.
CC.

Wednesday 24 November 2010

Once Upon a Time...

...There was a story. Your story to be precise. At least, that's a key idea in the make-up of my company, Broken Rose Performing Arts. I'm here to remind you of a fabulous YouTube series which began not so long ago on the Broken Rose channel - "Your Story" allows performing arts pracitioners, fans, groups and artists to tell the world their story with regards to the arts, through the Broken Rose YouTube channel.

Tell us about how you got into the arts, what inspires you and what your hopes are for creating your art in the future. A short while ago I made an example video (or rather videos, as I always have too much to say!) which you can view below:





And... see how an organisation has taken advantage of this opportunity, with Warwick Street Vibe's video:



To submit your video, email upload it to rapidshare or megaupload and send the link to brokenroseperformance@googlemail.com or check out www.brokenrose.eu

If you're not a big fan of the arts, but still have a story to tell, email me at celticcalifornianblogger@gmail.com and we'll talk... I might make it at Celtic Californian Blog thing :)

Much Love, and thanks for all the support - now over 1, 000 blog views in just a few months!
CC.

Saturday 20 November 2010

Back on the horse...

I finally got around to returning to two of the loves of my life this week.

Firstly - gigs. Less than Jake played on Tuesday at Manchester Academy and they were awesome. Everytime I go to a ska gig I realise how much I've missed it - there's something about that happy kind of moshing which makes you feel so alive... or maybe it's just dizzyness! Anyway, despite not playing my fave song "Overrated", Less than Jake stormed the stage with an uber impressive show, complete with a drinking competition between an Aussie and a British guy who looked like Jesus. Jesus won.

Supporting my ska heroes were Zebrahead, a fab band who remind me on Sonic Boom Six in some ways. However, the talking point of their set was around the random guy who stood at the front corner of the stage with a supply of beer, looking like he wanted to kill everyone in the audience. His job seemed to be that of occasionally feeding the band members with said beer. Add to that a pizza sign which rested on the marshal cab behind him, and you have the makings of a rather unique stage set up. Very weird. But fun, I might add.

My second return to form was seen in my first ballet class in just over a year. I'm so glad I'm back doing it, and strangely the pain in my thighs I felt as we were doing our warm up reminded of just how glad I was to be back at dance class. It's a good pain that.

But now that I'm back on these horses, I need to find the time to simulatneously jump onto another new one, and delve into the research and work that my mentor has asked me to do... I think I might have a spare 5 minutes sometime next week!

Much love.
CC.

Monday 15 November 2010

Vegan Freak

"All vegans have been there - if you're vegan, you know the situation well. Perhaps it's at work. Maybe it's with friends or even family. You sit down to eat, quietly ordering a salad or the ubiquitous (and so very tired) grilled vegetable entree, and some observant dinner companion notices that you're not chowing down on the chicken smothered in cream sauce and butter topped with bacon, or whatever the heart attack Atkins-approved special du jour is. You are keeping to youself, completely quiet and proper, and suddenly, in that moment of omnivorous realization, without any work on your part, you're turned into the militant animal rights activist, earthy weirdo, and transcender of all that is good and righteous in the world.

In short, you've become The Vegan Freak."

... The opening lines of a book which has been sat on my bookshelf for a while now. I can tell you every word is true. All vegan's will testify to having gone through this moment, which is usually promptly followed by a chorus of "What do you actually eat?" Yet, when you reply with a list of foodstuff as long as your arm, no one quite seems to believe you. I've taken to directing those non-believers to the famous book "Diet for a New America" which not only demonstrates how easy it is to become vegan, and how sustainable the diet is, but also spells out many harsh truths which today's society is inclined to shy away from.

The truth of the matter is, a lot of people seem to acknowledge that humans shouldn't consume animal products, but no one wants to talk about it. Now, I'm not one for preaching, but I prefer it when people practice what they believe to be right and wrong. I'd much prefer you to think it right to consume animal products (and explain your reasons for it) than continue to needlessly kill them because you like the taste but can't bear the thought of what you are actually eating. Be honest with yourself, that is all I ask.

I'm well aware that the world isn't going to simply turn completely vegan. However, if you become vegan at the age of around 20 (I did at 18) and you stick with it, you personally save 2000-3000 animals from the slaughterhouse in your lifetime.

I feel quite good about that.

Much cruelty-free love.
CC.

Wednesday 10 November 2010

Flirting with London...

I'd forgotten how much I love that city. Even spending just an evening there, as I did on Thursday of last week, you can feel the London vibe creeping through your veins...

My collegue and I had a wonderful train journey down there - meetings on the train are always best, I find - you have more of an opportunity to talk things through. Of course, an extra bit of entertainment was provided by the Virgin Pendolino, with it's fantastic tilt mode on full whack as we steamed around the corners.

We arrived in London a little early for the launch party we were attending, and so our new mission was to find a cafe to sit in for a while and kill time. It was the cafe which we found that really reminded me of my love for this fantastic city.

The Union Theatre and Cafe - housed in what seems to be a garage just off one of the streets that leads from Southwark Underground, this quaint little cafe with it's theatre at the back is the perfect example of what London has to offer - the arts, lit up by fairy lights in a determination to show everybody that they are there, and that they deserve to be. The chairs and tables didn't match, and the doors were left open so that you could hear boy racers pass in their cars on the street, blasting hip hop as they went, but that was the beauty of it - you could watch all of London go by from this cafe, and perhaps watch some of their stories in the theatre behind you. Perfect. I'd love to return to that establishment one day, and take in a play while I'm there.

I'll "flirt with London" as Devina puts it :)

Much Love.
CC.

Wednesday 3 November 2010

Inspirations...

...not as abundant as you'd like are they? And I'm not talking about a beautiful summer's day that inspires you to write a poem, I'm talking about people. These days, you get sick of hearing young girls claiming that Miss Katie Price, aka Jordan, is their hero. Hardly an inspiring woman if you ask me.

Having said that, the lack of inspirations in everyday life make it all the more noticable when you finally come across one. This is exactly what happened to me yesterday. I met a woman who commands every room she walks into. The kind of person who you have a conversation with an instantly want to be like her, you wangt to have the same power that she has over people.

This woman offered to help me. And she will be doing so for a year. That's what is truly inspiring about her. She's got where she wanted to be, yes, but she's going to make sure others do the same as well. Now that, especially in such a competitive industry like the arts, is extremely rare, and I've made a pact with myself to make sure I follow her philosophy on teaching others for the rest of my career.

And to top it all off, this woman was absolutely fabulous and a true rock chick.

That's me in 30 years, I promise you.

Much love.
CC.

Sunday 31 October 2010

"You're Beautiful and so Blasé.."

... one of my favourite Placebo lyrics. I've not long since received their new "REDUX" album which, along with a remastered version of their "Battle for the Sun" album, contains a bonus disc with 10 tracks - the latest single "Trigger Happy Hands", and various completely new and re-worked versions of older songs. Add to this a special addition t-shirt, with original artwork and a handwritten message from Brian Molko himself, explaining the origins of the song "Trigger Happy Hands", this box set makes for a fantastic collectors item.

It was with Placebo's last special addition that I became a music collector for by favourite bands. The rather large "Battle for the Sun" boxset was something from a collector's wildest dreams, with 2 discs, 2 DVDs, exclusive picture books, 2 vinyl records and a limited edition poster.

One of the DVDs documented Placebo's concert in Angkor Wat, which they did to raise awareness of human trafficking. The gig took place outside a cathedral, and so the band had to produce a set list which they could play almost half-acoustically. The result was a show which was almost a mixture of classical music and rock music, something which I personally adore, being the Artistic Director of a performing arts company which aims to mix styles in such a way. In some tracks, such as "Black Market Music's" "Black Eyed", Molko's voice comes across as almost gospel-like. A truly stunning show.

Placebo have provided their fans with exciting special additions and DVDs for as long as they have been able to. It's fantastic to see bands who like to give something back to their fans in such away.

On another note, it's great to see a new energy in the band ever since Steve Forrest joined - It's a firm belief of mine that every drummer should kick the crap out of the drum kit!

For more info on Placebo, please go to their website at www.placeboworld.co.uk
Much love.
CC.

Friday 29 October 2010

Millenium

Stieg Larsson's Millenium Trilogy has to be by far the best set of books I've read in a long while. More twists and turns than a new theme park ride.





The heroine, Lisbeth Salander, is like no other - small, private, tattooed, she appears to most as one of society's rejects, when in fact she has the most exquisite mind. Her genius is beyond compare, and the lengths she will go to in order to have bad guys taught their lesson are astounding. Teamed with journalist Mikael Blomkvist, a seemingly iresistable older man, Larsson leaves his readers begging for more.

The first book in the trilogy, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, hooks you into the world of Swedish magazine Millenium with a dramatic plot line and stunning bouts of character development. Just when you think you know Salander and Blomvkist, the second book, The Girl who Played with Fire, pops up to prove that you really didn't. Besides which, the twist towards the end of this second installment actually had my eyes popping out of their sockets. As for the third book? Well, just like a complicated court case, I think it's better if you discover every aspect of that one by yourself.

I truly reccommend this beautifully written trilogy.

Much Bookish Love.
CC.

Tuesday 26 October 2010

A bit of Nostalgia for you...

I just had to share this with you guys! Remember boyband A1? "Summertime of Our Lives", "Ready or Not", constant winking at the camera, tank tops, and that cute one with the curtains?

Well, they're back! In Norway, anyway, after having been the Norwegian entry to the Eurovision song contest. They've just released their 4th studio album over there, but what's really cool is that I found this song on the internet - A1 singing Lady Gaga's "Pokerface". It's fantastic - have a listen...

Much Love.
CC.

Saturday 23 October 2010

You're the Boss

Some old cogs are turning. Some new ones too. Alongside my fabulous position of Trainee Producer, dance and writing are returning to my life in a big way, and I'm so thankful that I'm able to do all three. I truly believe that I have some very special people in my life who should take some credit for this.

I've been extremely lucky to have had a couple of rather inspiring employers in my time, who've always done all that was and is possible to make sure that my dreams come true. In fact, one of my previous employers continues to get me involved in various different opportunities, for which I am eternally grateful.

However, despite how much they have helped me over the years, one lesson which they have never neglected to teach me, is that of self sufficiency in the arts world. If you have a dream in this industry, you need to learn to be your own boss. Fast. Don't let those who run auditions get under your skin, and don't give anything to agencies until they prove that work is waiting for you. Go out there and find your niche, find your own work, and work hard at it. There are many examples of industry professionals in Manchester who do just this. Unfortunately, their hard work and passion is not always recognised.

Luckily for me, I've worked with two arts organisations in the City now, and both of them put hard work and passion on a pedastal like no other employer. Such is the heart and soul of this city.

Much love.
CC.

Wednesday 20 October 2010

More than Arty-Farty

This isn't just an opportunity to learn about the arts.

Even as a permanent job, I can see how working at Manchester International Festival would be a constant learning experience. Over the past three weeks I've realised just how effective the arts can be as a pathway into learning about the rest of the world... And it's our job to make our audiences see that.

This week I've learnt about the fascinating and inspiring stories the people of Manchester have, through reading about MIF Creative's 2009 commission Procession, by Jeremy Deller. The book which was published after Deller's procession of Manchester groups through the city centre and after the exhibition which ran throughout the 2009 festival, outlines some eye-opening and heart-warming tales. One of these stories speaks of a Manchester family who hired a Jewish au pair before the second world war. Many years later, when the family found out that the young woman they had known and loved had been killed in the Holocaust, they did all they could to help the family she had left behind.

I've read a new report by the Association of British Orchestras which documents the impact of school music workshops on children and their creativity, and can lead to professional music careers in later life. The report is located here: http://abo.org.uk/user_files/ABO Publication Downloads/ABOUnlockingPotential.pdf (you'll have to copy and paste it into your browser as it's some kind of funny link with spaces in it, sorry guys!)

I've learnt that dance is now uniting with politics - the DanceVote2010 website has been launched to allow dancers to email their local MPs and invite them to events, with the long term aim of getting dance to be recognised and considered by MPs nationwide. (http://www.dancevote2010.com/)I've learn about philosophy, Plato in particular:


Leaders should appear to do very little and delegate ruthlessly; they should
listen, think and spend time dreaming about their organisations. Plato
considered contemplation to be the highest form of human activity, the aim of
life being to see life rightly, not to change the world. In our 'busy' age we
should constantly question what we are busy doing.

- Tony Heaton, Chief Executive, Shape Arts

I've learnt a lot more about science and religion too, but for various reasons I cannot yet reveal that information! All in due course bloggers, all in due course.

Much Love, loving it.
CC.

Sunday 17 October 2010

The Sam Haine

Earth Vegan Cafe in Manchester, being closely associated with the Buddist community, was the perfect venue for an intimate and very chilled out gig with Sam Haine and his band.

I've seen these guys once before, at the Rock and Respite show, and it's clear that they give their all in their performances. The emotion which they inject into their live gigs allows for a very raw performance. A quality which, in my opinion, is becoming far too rare in the music business these says. The highlight of their show has to be the song "Great Expectations", whose lyrics always completely floor you, no matter how many times you hear them.

A touching and technically brilliant show, despite being interrupted by some guy who thought it was appropriate to talk loudly on his phone and knock over his chair in the middle of one of their best songs... some people... *rolls eyes*

I truly reccomend these guys to everyone. Check out:
www.twitter.com/thesamhaine
www.myspace.com/thesamhaine

Much musical love.
CC.

Tuesday 12 October 2010

My Beautifully Broken Rose

You may have heard me refer to Broken Rose in past blog posts. For those unclear on what this is, Broken Rose is my very own performing arts company, that is currently trying to stir up some interest on the internet.

Impatience is a virtue. It always gets things done quicker; getting them done better is not the issue, at least you’re flying along by the seat of your pants in a slipstream somewhere, and probably having a delightful time doing it.

So that’s me. Miss Impatient. I’m the kind of girl who’s already reaching for the button on her jeans before she’s closed the cubicle door because I’m having far too much fun bumbling along to waste extra seconds in the loo.

And that’s Broken Rose; performance that wants to show off now, and not later when it could be more practiced. No. That would ruin the aesthetic. We’re here to teach something primal. Here to tell a story of love, hatred, and someone who never made it by others’ standards, but by some other warped one, one day you’ll see their name in ‘effing lights.

Aiming to smash through every preconception and convention the performing arts world has ever held, Broken Rose is a performing arts company which combines all forms of performance in their work. Currently putting together a performing arts crew of alternative lovelies. Remember, you’re a Rockstar.


The above should give you a flavour for what we do at Broken Rose, and the below video should add to that. Similar videos can be found on our YouTube channel - www.youtube.com/user/brokenrosearts



We have various projects in the running at the moment, one of which is a Music Drawing project with Artist Naomi Kendrick. Naomi is currently working on a mass music drawing project, which will take place in Manchester next year. She was interested in working with Broken Rose because dancers hear music in strikingly different ways. I recently spent an afternoon doing some music drawing with Naomi. Her innovative idea of music drawing involves letting music flow through you, drawing what you feel onto the paper whilst a piece of music is being played. We tried out various different styles of music during the afternoon, and noted the difference in the drawings with each genre.

We also played around with movement in our session, with me dancing whilst Naomi drew the music. Naomi described my movements as being what was going on in her head as the music was being played.



Apologies - the audio on the final clip went a bit funny, so a different track is over the top. For the full video of that clip, please go to http://vimeo.com/user3350784

An extremely successful session, Naomi and myself will be meeting again soon to perform some more music drawing experiments, so stay tuned for that!

For more information on music drawing, check out Naomi's blog at http://deadrabbit-ablog.blogspot.com/

For more information on Broken Rose, please go to our website at http://www.brokenrose.eu/
For more Broken Rose videos, please go to our YouTube channel at www.youtube.com/user/brokenrosearts
And follow Broken Rose on Twitter: www.twitter.com/brokenrosearts

Much Love.
CC.

Sunday 10 October 2010

We few, we happy few...

I've noticed over the past couple of months how your bedroom can tell the story of your life. I first realised this when I returned home from university, and tried desperately to cram all of my new belongings back into my tiny box room in my parents' house. Needless to say, I've still not been completely successful in that task, but as I filled every surface with old and new tophies and medals, certificates, books, DVDs and CDs, I saw how every chapter of my life was represented in some way.

The pictures which grace my walls date back to the year 10 residential trip to France, whilst the new editions to my shelves include various different graduation bears. I don't think there is a section of my life so far that isn't documented in those four walls.

This idea hit home even more, and in a very different way, when my parents recieved a new painting to go on the living room wall. The painting is entitled "Band of Brothers", and I'm told that the Shakespeare reference is intentional. It's a painting of my father and his three best friends, one of which, let's just say, is rather ill.

It's a sobering thought to have this particular part of our lives documented, but an important one, nonetheless.

"We few, we happy few
We band of brothers."

- William Shakespeare.

Much Love.
CC.

Saturday 9 October 2010

"You already look like you're at home!"

Thats what one of the producers at work said to me the other day. It was my second day at the Manchester International Festival, and the comment made me feel all fuzzy inside. I really feel like I'm part of the team already, it's fantastic.

To those of you who are in the process of starting a new job or career, my advice is simply to go for it. Dive in head first. At the begining of the week, I was concentrating mainly on listening and taking notes, knowing that I had so much to learn, but at the same time I was worried that I should be saying more; firing ideas into the ether to prove myself as a producer. Well today I think I may have started doing just that. And it feels fantastic. My ideas were well received and discussed along with the ideas of the rest of my team. I feel really good about this job.

What's fantastic is the fact that, going out for a drink with my MIF girls tonight, I felt as if I was dying to talk more about work, just as much as I wanted to get to know them even better. And last night, meeting friends in the pub and thinking how my world will now literary revolve around the performing arts, travelling and going out with friends. That's exactly what I've always dreamed of.

I've got a feeling this is going to be an absolutely amazing 12 months! I've completely fallen in love with my new life already.

On a completely different note, I've been meaning to tell you guys for a while now about a choir that I saw during my first year of University - The Watoto Children's choir, which is made up of children who have lost their parents to war or disease. They are a stunning performance group, and you should definitely check them out.

Much Love.
CC.



http://www.watoto.com/the-choir

Monday 4 October 2010

Captain America... in Manchester?

Captain America is currently being filmed in Manchester's Northern Quarter! I walked past the set the other day. It's rather strange; if I hadn't been told by a friend I don't think I would have noticed that it was there.



I would have expected excessive noise... Car chases, hearing fights... things like that. It's a comic book movie after all, but it was completely silent while I was there.

Apparently the Northern Quarter is a fave choice for Marvel-style movies, because of it's tall, and sometimes gothic-style buildings.

Funny that I never knew...

For more info, visit http://menmedia.co.uk/manchestereveningnews/news/s/1316514_captain_america_comes_to_northern_quarter

Much Marvel Love.
CC.

Saturday 2 October 2010

Life is but a dream...

I have a fantastic blog lined up for you guys... but unfortunately it depends on a package which I have not yet received. It was supposed to come to day, but it hasn't so you're just gonna have to listen to some spiel about my dreams instead!

I've been having some rather fantabulous dreams lately... and by "fantabulous" I mean outrageous as they're not neccessarily nice. The other week I dreamt that I had a massive arguement with my mum and my brother and then all of my teeth fell out rather violently. Half of the inside of my face came with them. Lovely. Apparently teeth falling out in dreams means some sort of loss of control, which makes sense now that I've moved back in with my parents.

Last night I dreamt that we moved into some really creepy haunted house that was also filled with monsters. I tried to escape and no one would help me. I have no idea what that one means.... any suggestions?

Much Love.
CC.

Wednesday 29 September 2010

Northern Quarter Love

I was wandering around in Manchester's Northern Quarter today, firstly getting my lip ring and stud replaced with much more comfortable jewellery. I go to a place called "Holier than Thou", which I reccommend to anyone interested in body modification in the Manchester area. Their set up is reassuringly hospital-like, and you walk into the procedure rooms knowing that you are in very safe hands. Their eclectic collection of body jewellery is like no other. The shop is a fantastic little find, in my opinion.

My cousin was with me, getting a microdermal implant, which looked like a rather painful procedure, but at the same time fascinating watching how they attach the jewellery to the skin.

After the pain, I took my cousin to the Cocoa Emporium in Afflecks palace - a stunning cake and chocolate shop and cafe, this is a relatively new addition to Manchester's landmark attraction, Afflecks palace. They sell the most exquisite vegan cupcakes - the kind that you are too scared to eat for fear of ruining them. But my god do they taste good!

The Northern Quarter seems such an appropriate location to showcase Manchester's eclectic notions of culture. It's vibrant scene is inspired by the new generations in Manchester, and it's long been the home of burgeoning arts companies. In fact, I know that my former employers at the 24:7 Theatre Festival are looking into finding a base in that area, because it is so perfect for such revolutionary activity.

Much love.
CC.





Holier than Thou - www.thirteentwelve.com/holier/
Cocoa Emporium - www.cocoaemporium.co.uk
24:7 Theatre Festival - www.247theatrefestival.co.uk

Tuesday 28 September 2010

A Lesson from the Ancients

Whilst I was planning on taking my Grandmother to see the Tutankahmun exhibition which is coming to the Trafford Centre in Manchester in the next month, I stumbled across the BBC's pages on the Ancient Egyptians - http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/ancient/egyptians/

I've been obsessed with Ancient Egypt since I was 9 years old. My class in primary school studied them as part of a history project and, although it was more of a "Horrible Histories" approach back then, I was instantly fascinated. My fandom of them has grown to the extent that I now have an Egyptian ankh incorporated into the tattoo on my back. The Ankh's meaning is not yet completely clear to Egyptologists; it could mean "life" or "death" and it is the current ambiguity of this symbol that really intrigues me, hence my permanent tribute to it.

I feel that the Egyptians have such a wealth of stories that they add to our world history. For example, the story of Hapshetsut, a queen who ruled as pharoh, and who's nephew destroyed her monuments because he wanted the thrown. Add to this the famous story of Cleopatra - the ancient world's first Celebrity, who's love life and suicide where talked about as if in one of today's tabloid newspapers.

Another thing which greatly interests me about the Ancient Egyptians is there belief in the afterlife, which was not just a belief but a detailed description of how to get there.

Their many rituals and poly-theistic beliefs may seem silly and unneccessary to today's secular society, but the fact that they once had 400 years of peace suggests that maybe we should take a leaf from their book. If spirituality has something to do with that, we should look into it. And that's coming from an atheist.

Oodles of Ancient love.
CC.



N.B: This Tattoo has since been touched up and looks a lot less red! I just haven't got a final photo of it yet =)

Sunday 26 September 2010

"Manchester's got everything - except a beach"

The above quote comes from Ian Brown, and appears too have been the inspiration for a fantastic event which took place in Castlefield yesterday.

"Scruff of the Neck" are known for running music events around Manchester and Poynton, but this festival of theirs really stood out for me. The area next to the Manchester canal had been covered in sand and converted into a beach for the day, complete with deck chairs and buckets and spades. As some of Manchester's most talented musicians played on the stage at the edge of the venue, the afternoon saw children making sand castles and adults attempting the same, but using plastic pint glasses instead. Certainly a throwback to the summer festivals around the country, but it also had a huge Manchester feel to it - looking up from the sand and brightly coloured benches, you could see the northern trains and the Manchester metro switching back and forth above us. I wondered what the people on those trains could possibly thinking, seeing such a commotion going on below them...

The festival saw performances from "The Missing link, a young band whos hard riffs and impressive ballad "Now it's over" showcased their versitilty and "Silverclub" who offered an electronic alternative at this largely rock event.

I was glad to see a female guitaris in "The Tapestry", a rarity in this industry, which is something that I hope the likes of the "Jesse Rose Trip" can change. "Still City Sound's" lively riffs matched their rather lively guitarist, who managed to blow his own amp. Great to see them soldiering on regardless, the guitarist still getting into it, vigorously clapping to get the audience going. Great show guys!

Highlights of the festival included "Loaded Message" who's songs really lived up to the band's name. They teamed fantastic musical ability with great lyricisim; my personal favourite being "I'd rather be a dreamer than have now dreams". The effortless John Ainsworth filled his very short set with a celestical acoustic to sound. Absolutely stunning. Kudos also goes out "Green Vigo", a proper Manchester band. Fantastic music, which I can only describe as 'like Oasis, but happier!' Loved them!

The Quangos brought back memories of the Leeds Carling Weekend for me, being the first band to play in the dark. Definitely a festival feel. Their Noisettes cover was amazing. You can catch it in the vlog below.

Small festivals such as this are what makes Manchester such a great city. I just wish that more people would pay attention to them.

Much Love.
CC.



Disclaimer: Apologies, the band named "Bright Kicks" in the video, are in fact called "The Missing Link". Sorry guys! Confusing running order!



Above: John Ainsworth



Above: Loaded Message



Above: Green Vigo

Photos by Francesca Hughes of Original Fuse - www.originalfuse.co.uk

Saturday 25 September 2010

Not Stationary, but Shooting.

I feel good. I feel like I'm back writing again, but properly this time. During my three years at university, I never really got the chance to write much more than the odd poem; I was far to busy with essays and dance societies and performances.

But now, I seem to have a lot more time on my hands. I've been faffing around with my two new scripts on Final Draft 8 for the past couple of days (excellent programme, I reccommend it to anyone writing a play or screenplay) but it hasn't really felt like I've been writing. Tonight, I opened the novel I had begun working on a few years ago, "Gemini". Then I really got back into the swing of things.

The reason I've been working on the same novel for years is because I changed so much whilst I was writing it, as a writer and a person. The plot has undergone many changes and the characters even more... Just like life, I suppose. I'm determined to get stuck into it. So, after furnishing you guys with a blog about the Scruff of the Neck festival in Deansgate, Manchester tomorrow, all day Sunday I plan to spend on the novel and on finishing the first full drafts of the plays "Bitten" and "Cobwebs."

I'm so excited to finish them. All my life I've never properly finished a writing project, unless it was a university project, in which case, if I didn't I'd have been screwed! Instead, I've always managed to fill notebook after notebook full of ideas and my hard drive is currently overflowing with excerpts from novels, plays and screenplays I will one day write. I can't wait to see the final products now.

I'm also working on putting together an anthology of my poetry - I've written so much of it over the past few years that it shouldn't be too long before I get enough words together to make a book. Now, as I have accumulated some extremely dedicated fans of this blog over the past couple of weeks, I'm gonna reward you with a little taster of my poetry.

Much Love.
CC.


"The Price of Fame"

His mother had always told him
He had bedroom eyes
And when he walked in
With his piercing gaze and feathery locks
Leda could see what she had meant

I’ll make you a star

Not stationary, but shooting
I’ll make your limbs sparkle through the sky
But first let me sculpt my scene around you


She didn’t know what he meant
But she let him move closer
Longing for the devotion he had promised

And when the pain kicked in
And her eyes flushed with tears

She persevered

Thursday 23 September 2010

Such a Nerd.

I embraced the geek within me tonight and watched both "The Lost Land of the Tiger" on BBC1 and the Time Team Special "Britain's Drowned World" on More4.

Firstly, and I've said this on twitter, but I feel it needs to be said again, it was so inspiring in the first programme to watch a guy who had been diagnosed with lukemia 9 years ago dedicate the rest of his time on this planet to ensure the survival of tigers in the wild. Tomorrow's episode is set to be even better - a teaser at the end of today's programme promises a discovery which one of the researchers was brought to tears over.

Time Team told the story of Boxgrove in Sussex, where prehistoric human remains have been found. It appears that there used to be land where the English Channel is, connecting our funny little island to the continent. The first human settlers in Britain made their way across this land, before it was submerged in water.

Apparently, our lot is the only "successful" settlement made in Britain. It's funny how their definition of "successful" was sketchy. We've been here for 12, 000 years apparently. Our time here will only be successful if we stick around for a lot longer. Well, if the human race really is destroying itself at the rate which has been recently reported, Britain may remain an island which has never been "successfully" settled upon.

On a lighter note... I discovered my childhood favourite band, a1, to be back in Norway! Ben Adams (the one who used to have the curtains) has his own YouTube channel - www.youtube.com/user/benadamsuk - get over there - it's hilarious!

Thanks for all the views that have been coming in their dozens over the past couple of weeks. I really apprieciate it guys!

Much Love.
CC.

Tuesday 21 September 2010

Don't Ask, Don't Tell

I'm sure you've all heard about Lady GaGa's address to the US Senate about the Don't Ask, Don't Tell issue. If you've been on the moon for the past week, basically she's fighting against a part of the American Constitution which states that homosexual members of the military should hide their sexuality whilst in service. I have to say, the woman makes a good point, and I'm glad that someone like her is standing for this issue.

It's a sad world that we live in when people only listen to what celebrities say, but if Lady GaGa uses that influence to bring about a good outcome, I'm behind her all the way.

All sounds good so far. But, what I find shocking is the coverage of these events in the UK. The presenters of the English programme "Live from Studio Five" commented on how they thought it was a surprise to see Lady GaGa 'doing politics', a statement which was a surprise to me - when does Lady GaGa NOT do politics? Always speaking out about homosexuality and injustice. Her music videos make a statement, and although I agree it's fun to shock people, Lord knows I done it before, but I truly believe that there's more to it than that. Take "Alejandro", for instance; religious and military imagery turned on it's head to make a statement about both areas.

Lady GaGa doesn't just DO politics. Lady GaGa IS politics. Get used to it.

Watch her address below. I only wish I lived in America already and was able to make a difference on this topic.

Much love.
CC.

Ready, Aim... Fire!

I'm so proud - my brother's got a job interview tomorrow. I really wish him all the best and pray (not in the religious sense) that he gets the job, but it is another reminder of my job search.

I spent hours per day (something which I have yet to see my little bro do) filling in application forms, emailing scores of performing arts companies with my CV, and sending even more to "back up" jobs, letting industry professionals know that I was searching for work, attending auditions and interviews. Because I was applying for positions in the performing industry, something which is not heard of in my family, and largely seen as far too ambitious, even for a trained dancer and Warwick University graduate with experience coming out of her ears, those jobs I was applying for tended to take a little longer to get back to me. My mother was convinced that I was just dreaming, that a job such as the one I now have (Trainee Producer at Manchester International Festival) was not possible for me, OR, as she told me more than once, that I simply wasn't trying hard enough.

Now that, I wasn't happy about. It's difficult to explain to a mother who's generation grew up leaving school at 14 and going out and getting any job to "earn your keep" that I had been preparing myself for such a job search for 5 years. All through sixth form and university, I filled my days with performing arts projects and events, many of which I was the sole producer, so that I could fill my CV and pretty much guaruntee huge chances of getting a good job in this industry at the end of my university career. Explaining this to my mother, didn't work.

I find it really difficult to understand people without ambition. I'm not saying that not having a huge ambition is a bad thing, it's just that my brain doesn't seem to work that way. I guess it must be the same when it's the other way around, and that's why my mum couldn't understand me. Everything I do is aimed towards California. It's not just to pay the bills...

...Which is why, when I heard my dad tell my mun to stop trying to change my mind about the move the other night, it made me smile sleepily.

Never give up my friends.
CC.

Monday 20 September 2010

Rock and Respite

I've just got back from the "Rock and Respite" festival at Manchester's Sound Control. The event was put on in aid of Francis House, which aims to give terminally ill children a better quality of life. A fantastic cause, and a fantastic gig put on in aid of it.

I love events like this. I've said before that I don't go to enough festivals, so I guess this was me starting as I mean to go on. The line-up was phenomenal. As The Suns stamped the balls of their toe picker shoes in unison, even a discarded penny managed to get in on the action, bouncing it's way onto the set.

Highlighs included Kid British's punk/reggae/rap which showed everyone how proud they were of being northern, cleverly including a song about getting lost in London, which definitely warmed the cockles of my heart!

As always, The Jesse Rose Trip were simply amazing. Their funky riffs juxtaposed with Jesse Rose's Soulful voice make for unique listening. You heard it here first - this girl is going to be huge!

Bummed that I missed my faves, Sonic Boom Six, because the last train home is ridiculously early. Man, I need to learn how to drive...

Jesse Rose Trip Photos:




Much love.
CC.

Thursday 16 September 2010

Artistic Promiscuity

That's what my new boss called it. Mixing different styles and elements of otherwise unrelated performance arts. Something I've done before, and will continue to do in the future and something which Manchester International Festival are involved in. Fantastic. In my opinion there's not enough of this kind of thing in the world.

One of the best examples I have seen of this Artistic Promiscuity was in Tanja Liedtke's Twelfth Floor, which I saw at the Warwick Arts Centre in February 2009. Liedtke's mix of fluid the contemporary dance, which was performed by the majority of the cast, with the rigid balletic movements of the repressive dictator character created a show like nothing I've ever seen before. To top it off, the story that was told was extremely touching, visually arresting and rather thought provoking. A true performance with such unique artistic flair.

Artistic Promiscuity...
Ima keep using that :P

Much love.
CC.

Wednesday 15 September 2010

Baby Steps... or a huge leap... hard to tell.

Good news bloggers! I got the job! I am officially the new Trainee Producer at Manchester International Festival! I start on the 5th October and I'm so excited! I'll be Assistant Producer on 5 or 6 different events for the 2011 festival (which runs 30th June - 17th July). I cannot wait to get going. I'll be assigned a mentor, who will hopefully help me find my way through the industry, and help me with where to go once my one year placement ends. I'm hoping she might be able to give me a few pointers with regards to Broken Rose aswell.

One step closer to California :)

Much Love
CC.

Tuesday 14 September 2010

Naturally.

This month's isseue of National Geographic contains a Green suppliment which asks the question: "What's Nature Worth?"

The article which claims to answer this speaks of how, if people focus on the economic value of nature, we might have a better chance at saving it. Now, while I appreciate the attempt to instigate a change of heart in individuals who currently don't seem to care about the environment, I feel that the issue of the survival of the planet should be pushed more forcefully.

I don't understand why certain people have to be convinced by the amount of money they would conserve by being environmentally friendly. Shouldn't the survival of the planet which is there home and its preservation for future generations take precendence over this? I guess I will never understand such people.

However, reading such things has put this book on my wishlist:

"How Bad are Bananas?" by Mike Berners-Lee

I add this to my already rather pricey list of:

Second and third book of Steig Larsson's Millenium trilogy - I read "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" as part of a book club recently, and I was completely enthralled by it. It's a pity that I've got such a huge pile of books to get through first, before I'll have the chance to read the other two of Larsson's books.

"Bones" seasons 3-5 - I had forgotten how much I loved this programme. I watched it religiously from it piolot until about halfway through season 2, at which point Virgin Media had an argument with Sky and the channels Sky 1 and 2 were cut from my television package. Right on a cliff hanger. I bought the second series box set when it came out and I've only just gotten around to watching it. A fascinating and touching look into the life of a forensic anthropologist - I would reccomend it to anyone.

In other news, I've got to figure out 2 lines of banter for the "Cobwebs" play and then I'll be away on my second draft! Long story...

Much love.
CC.

Sunday 12 September 2010

A Celtic Californian and her Broken Rose

Yo dudes and dudettes!

I have a new networking site for you. I've put together information on all of my projects, including Broken Rose performing arts and Celtic Californian, on a new social networking site called "A Celtic Californian and her Broken Rose", which can be found at http://celticcalifornian-brokenrose.webs.com

On this site, you are able to interact with the material, rather than just reading blogs. You can sign the guestbook, and give us your thoughts on Broken Rose or Celtic Californian. You can also be a part of the Broken Rose "Your Story" series without the need for a video camera! We've provided a wiki which allows you to write an article about your organisation and have it published on that social network. We will then promote these articles through our other social media networks, as we do with the videos.

ADD YOUR ARTICLES TO THE "YOUR STORY ARTICLES" SECTION OF THE "YOUR STORY SERIES" PAGE (Go to the social network, click on "Your Story" series, then click on the Wiki Navigation drop down menu and go to "Your Story" Articles).

Always looking to give you guys opportunities :)

You can also upload your own fan photos of Broken Rose, add random photos as part of the Celtic Californian madness and take part in the many forums that are now live on the site, so get over there!

Remember, http://celticcalifornian-brokenrose.webs.com

I also have plans to get some reviews/reccomendations of some far to marginalised art forms up there too, so stay tuned! But keep up with this particular blog site as not all of the Celtic Californian blogs will be posted up there :)

Whoot for the internet.

CC.

Friday 10 September 2010

Jack-in-a-Box

It's weird how you think you know that you're not going to cry. But then an older relative, her husband, breaks down at the front of the church, and you wonder how you ever thought that you'd remain stony faced at all.

It was the funeral of my great aunty this morning. For about seven years, I hadn't had much contact with her. I occaisionally saw her in the street when I was back from uni, but she wouldn't always recognise me, or she'd at least get me confused with my cousin. It was for these reasons that I was convinced that I wouldn't cry today. Instead, I'd be a rock for my mum, who was sure to end up rather teary eyed.

Instead, when I saw my great uncle burst into tears a couple of rows in front of me, and his son (my idol) follow suit, my eyes began to well up. A beautiful ceremony for such a vibrant, wonderful woman.

On the world news front, I caught Granada Reports as a spent the afternoon chatting in the pub with my Dad and his friends, and I was horrified to hear about the "Burn a Koran Day" which some horrifying people wanted to hold tomorrow. Not only is it wrong on so many levels, but I cannot understand what they think it could possibly achieve, other than yet another Holy war, which is the last thing that this planet needs. Some people...

I have made it to the next round of my interview process! Yayness! With that huge Ego boost in mind, I was planning on getting a lot of writing done today, but I appear to have developed a cold overnight, so I didn't get much sleep due to a lack of the ability to breathe. In addition to that, I'm finding it rather difficult to look at the screen of my laptop through bleary eyes :(

Again I say... Meh.

CC.

Want some, Have some

I've made a pact with myself to go to more music festivals now I have the time. My Festival cherry was popped in 2006 when I went to the Carling Weekend at Leeds. Since then, I've seen dozens of gigs, but not enough festivals. I love the buzz you get at festivals. Everything's happening in one place - it's a unique feeling.

Well, starting as I mean to go on, I'm off to Rock and Respite (Manchester's Sound Control) next Sunday. LOVING that Jesse Rose Trip are playing - that girl is gonna be HUGE very soon. And of course, one of my fave ska bands, Sonic Boom Six, will be rocking the set. Can't wait for that. I will report back on that fest, of course.

For all those YouTube fans out there - get yourself over to bubzbeauty 's channel. The world's 2nd biggest make-up guru, Bubbi made a name for herself on the internet and now has an entire business based on that foundation. She is a true inspiration. Her new clothing range comes out on the 10th October... and I got dibbs on this little cutie:

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P.S. Blogging is for the early hours of the morning. I've decided.

Much Love.
CC.

Thursday 9 September 2010

I think I hear my brother hoovering...

...Well there's a first!

Job interview today, to be a trainee producer at Manchester International Festival. I want this job so bad. I really think it could help me in my hop across the pond.

The interview went well, I didn't stop talking, which is always a good sign! The woman who I would be responsible to is lovely, and she said she was really impressed with my application, so fingers crossed.

My advice for anyone who has an interview coming up:
Have a closing statement - tell them how much you want to work for them and why. Tell them that you can help them as much as they can help you.
Tun any trick question quickly into a positive.

Right... now to properly start my day.

Much love Rockstars.
CC.

Wednesday 8 September 2010

A Reading Matter...

I never actually acknowledged how useful my English Degree was going to be. I figured that I was there to perform, and prove that my brain hadn't completely gone to mush, but I didn't realise that in researching source material for a play of my own, I'd need to know everything the University of Warwick had taught me.

Some reference to "The Epic of Gilgamesh" being a source of vampirism in Ancient Babylonia got my brain ticking over and I realised that I had the text itself on my bookshelf from when I'd studied the epic tradition. It's weird how things seem to fit together like that. And also really weird how apparently there's some kind of monster/vampire that came from Leamington Spa, which just happens to be where I lived whilst at uni. Hmmm... creepy.

Speaking of reading material, a tweet from the lovely bubzbeauty reminded me how huge a stack of manga is collecting dust on that very bookshelf. I used to love manga... and now I can't remember what I've read and what I haven't.

Meh.

CC.

Tuesday 7 September 2010

A short time for Burning...

I didn't realise I was going to hate this quite as much as I do now. I decided that it would be best to live with my parents before moving to California - the rent was MUCH cheaper than anywhere else in Manchester, by far, meaning I'd save the money to cross the pond much quicker. However, once you've lived on your own for 3 years, it's remarkably difficult to adjust to the house rules I now have imposed on me. Old fashion parents just can't seem to grasp the fact that a house is for living in - it's not a show home. But what I would do to cross the atlantic quicker...? It must be endured.

Speaking of the US, it has just been suggested to me on YouTube that I should get some Broken Rose stuff on at the Burning Man festival once I get over there. Now that sounds like a fantastic idea. I'd heard about the festival before, but for some reason I'd never considered it in the context of Broken Rose. It's deffinitely on the "To Do" list.

With my feet firmly on UK soil at the mo, I've started writing another play before I've even finished "Cobwebs". "Cobwebs" is looking good though - taking the time to make it a full length play now, whereas I think this new one will be a one act show. It's called "Bitten", and yes, the previous post about vampire research was referring to this particular baby. It's really quite interesting to write.

More info on both plays as and when :)

CC.

Monday 6 September 2010

It's a strange world out there...

Just been watching the video of the dance parade I organised and choreographed in uni (video at the bottom of this post). I have such a hankering to do something like that again, RIGHT NOW.

It always seemed so easy in uni - loads of students, all trying to get some experience, lining up to help. But now, no one seems to want to do anything unless they're getting paid for it.

Well, I think I'm gonna add that to my list of things to do before I leave England for California - get a dance parade, even better than its predecesor, going through the streets of Manchester. We'll see how that goes.

In other news, did anyone hear about that goat who had its horns ripped out? Some seriously effed up people in this world...

Get listening to new Blaqk Audio tracks guys - I believe "Ill Lit Ships" and "Bon Voyeurs" (my personal favourite) are available on YouTube somewhere. I seriously reccomend them.

Much Love.
CC.

Sunday 5 September 2010

Got a bit of an obsession going on...

Okay, so I've been doing some research for a new play. I've been on a bit of a vampire kick myself lately, just dabbling in some old (and new) popular culture that I haven't looked at in a while, and I realised just how much the myth, or rather myths, of the vampire have penetrated society.

We all knew that the world was in a state of infatuation with blood-sucking Romeos at the moment, what with the Twilight Saga being so sucessful, and the new "Dark Romance" section in Waterstones, but it appears to go much further than that. The idea of a vampire has become so alluring and all-consuming as a real vampire would.

For some reason, I would like to say that the British Isles (where I am currently residing) has a wide array of legends on this subject, but once again we seem to fall short in this area of folklore. Most vampire stories come from Eastern Europe, but some, to my geeky ancient historian delight, come from Ancient Egypt and the Ancient Mayans.

Vampires were once used as an explanation for the plague, and are now a huge part of teenage popular culture, seemingly resembling the lives of modern teenagers... Hmm... teenagers and the plague - I wonder if there is a connection there? :P

Anyways, I just had the urge to share that with the world. I have many obsessions that tend to rear their heads from time to time and this is just one of them. Prepare for more world, prepare for more!

CC.