I wouldn't pretend to be an expert on the politics of Scotland and, as a socialist and republican, I certainly don't view the coming referendum as a means to independence.
   However cynical I remain about the limited capability of an electoral system  to create genuine change, I'd still argue that it's an imperative to vote 'Yes'.
   Real independence can only be achieved when a country fully controls its own economy (and I don't mean Scottish based capitalism!), through a combination of sweeping nationalisation and co-operatives.
   Real independence can only be attained  when a nation frees itself from the hierarchical and anachronistic structure of an unelected Head of State and that is replaced by a democratic one , whereby the Head of State comes from any sector of society and is a representative figure.
   Real independence means not belonging to an alliance like NATO, with all its  machinations and arms deals, with its support for dictatorial regimes (such as Saudi Arabia) when it suits the global strategy and economic greed for resources like oil.
  Therefore, my argument is that what Scotland is actually voting for is a form of 'Devo Max Max', as it will still be under a British monarch, heavily influenced by the Bank of England, in NATO and, unfortunately , not run by a socialist government in the near future.
   Despite its avowed social democratic policies, which make it indisputably to the left of Brit Labour, I cannot see the SNP carrying out the necessary land reforms or takeover of the energy companies and transport. Though all these are far more likely to happen given a Scottish Government with considerably more power.
   Even if a Labour Government were to be elected next May in the Westminster elections (though a coalition with the LibDems is a likely scenario), they have stressed constantly that they will continue with the ConDems policies of austerity and cuts and their failure to back Trade Unions also, does not auger well for the resolution of issues such as pensions, wages and workload.
   The way in which Scotland has been governed by the SNP only reinforces a degree of optimism and their intention to get rid of the destructive , divisive bedroom tax and scrap Trident are policies which bode well for the future.
  Present policies on tuition fees ,the NHS
and an education system which rejects Labour's  Academies - which favoured the middle class and promoted elitism - all suggest that Scotland will be an even better place for the majority should they vote 'Yes'.
   One point which is rarely made is one which I feel would be a vital argument here in Cymru , should we ever have the opportunity to choose whether we want 'independence'.
   That is a sense of purpose and belonging : being part of something you can truly believe in, instead of an antiquated Disunited Kingdom based on war and Empire and a monarchy which represents all that's wrong with the hie
rarchical class system.
   Like successful workers' co-operatives such as Tower Colliery, people need to feel valued and that their voices are heard and, crucially, that they accrue the benefits financially, rather than all the money being in the hands of the very few.
   Though we do not have oil wealth in Cymru, what we do possess is a people yearning for a much better world . people full of talent , potential and skill is as much a resource as any  ; it is more lasting than oil!
   In order to offer an alternative to the many who are disillusioned with politics and often cannot be bothered to vote or take part in any action, it's no use focusing solely on elections and their inevitable short-termism.
  Living in one of the poorest countries in Europe we have very little and so, nothing to lose.
   Every ideal has to be shown to benefit the way people live and we can no longer define ourselves in negatives.
   To illustrate my view, it's not enough to say that we don't have the likes of Academies and Free Schools : we need to create a unique, fully bi-lingual, comprehensive system where money and privilege play no part.
  In short, a Welsh education system which reflects our values and our history.
   I 'm completely aware of the contradictions here.
   How can you appeal to those who are apathetic for all kinds of reasons, one being their lack of any confidence and initiative ; traits of a country which has been treated like a colony, our resources used up and our towns and villages left to decay.
   But I believe that many are searching for a different way of life, one where they aren't ripped off every day by loan sharks and companies out for every penny of profit , no matter what the human cost.
  If Wales Votes 'Yes' is, for now,a fantasy......but one worth thinking about.



                       IF  WALES  VOTES  'YES'

If Wales votes 'Yes'
we're in danger of losing
the Everything we don't possess.

Don't forget, it's heavily subsidised
by central government grants
and generous Westminster hand-outs.

We've got roads financed by the EC
running from neglected hill farms
to our abandoned valleys.

If Wales votes 'Yes'
we'll have the language
thrust so far down our throats

we'll have to fill in tax forms
in perfect cynghanedd,
our dentists be qualified in cerdd dant.

If Wales votes 'Yes'
we'll top every league for unemployment,
disability benefits, obesity, diabetes....

We'll demand all the nothings
we used to cherish, in our mess
we'll mourn our once Great Emptiness.


 
 
 
   It's been an extraordinary couple of weeks attending various events in Cardiff.
   To begin with myself, Andrew 'Barkin' Bartz and Jamie Bevan went to see the Tuareg band Tinariwen at the World Proms in St. David's Hall.
   I've long been a fan of those nomads of the desert blues, who were once part-musicians and part-guerillas fighting for the Tuareg identity and language in Mali.
   While their music was hypnotic and alluring as ever, the atmosphere was too stilted.
   It needed people to get up and dance or , at least, stand up and sway about to the sun-beating rhythms.
   With a predominantly Promy audience, it was too restrained and actually finished at 9.15 pm.
   As Jamie commented - 'They only just got goin!'
   The rest of the evening made up for this slight disappointment.
   We sampled two of the three microbreweries on Westgate Street (it should be renamed Real Ale Avenue) and the new IPA at Zero Degrees and Punk IPA at the newly-opened Brewdog were luscious brews indeed.
  I could've done without the Limoncello Jamie insisted on getting (as it was strongest).....useful for cleaning out drains!
  On the X4 home Andrew began a Dadaist experiment with the two of us and I jokingly suggested we should include the whole bus.
  Jamie decided to carry this out and the result is described in my poem 'Y Bws Barddoniaeth'.

  A couple of days later and I was in Cardiff for the well-attended rally and march against the Israeli onslaught on Gaza ( Jamie and Andrew were also there ).
   My younger daughter was a little confused and asked - 'Why are we marching with all these Indians?'
   I think by the end she'd got the message that,  'In our thousands, in our millions....we are all Palestinians!'
   It was the most inspiring protest since those opposing the war in Iraq and , though we passed the presence of ISIS at the Nye Bevan statue (he would not have been impressed), the sense of solidarity and indignation at Israel's terror tactics was prevalent.
   The speeches were varied and I was very proud of my older daughter Bethan , who spoke most eloquently in Welsh and English.
   Marching as a family, it brought back the days of Anti-apartheid and CND when we'd regularly take to the streets.
   Of course, I'm a good bit older now , still ardent yet somewhat cynical about the effects of such rallies.
   Only ITV bothered to send cameras to a demo with over 2000 attending, while the BBC and 'Western Mail' were noticeable by their absence.
   Ironically, all the emphasis on walesonline/ Western Mail and the Beeb was on one isolated incident they dubbed as a 'riot'.
   I witnessed it and what happened was that several drunken racists hurled glasses and chairs at peaceful demonstrators in Mill Lane.
  No police accompanied the march incidentally, which is unprecedented and feeds conspiracy theories about the racist attack.
   It was all over very quickly and I found it disgusting that both the Beeb and walesonline used amateur footage as the only comment on the whole protest......not one interview or recording of speeches!
   What do such demos achieve?
   I've been on so many over the years that I'm bound to have doubts. Certainly , the millions against the invasion of Iraq didn't affect Bliar's bombardment.
  However, the people out shopping in Cardiff will definitely have a sense of the strength of feeling against Israeli war crimes and many joined in as we were marching.
   Media coverage , albeit limited, did help the cause, though walesonline actually put the figure protesting at a few hundred (most probably a police estimate).
   If people continue to see the futility of peaceful protest, they will be driven towards direct action.....and who can blame them?

   A week later and I was back in the capital, this time for a concert by The Joy Formidable at The Globe.
  The venue is probably the size of most folk's lounges in Cyncoed, but made for a very intense atmosphere.
   Support band Sun Up were excellent and the  Norwegian singer even told us how she was a Cymrophile ( is that the word?). In her Norwegian school, while others picked the likes of Britney Spears for projects, she chose Wales because she loved our flag. When she drew it , it ended up looking like 'half-dinosaur, half-dog'!
   Y Wyddcrug's  Formidable were on top form, with a much better set than at Cardiff Uni last year : a great balance between the best songs from the two albums, with a couple a new ones which promised lots.
  I particularly liked their Welsh language number, building up from hushed opening to a raucous ending.
  The band are unusual because the bassist Rhydian and drummer Matt are as much focal points as the singer and lead guitarist Ritzy. Their banter and wild antics make them a wonderful live act, though it's only on the albums you can appreciate the rather oblique and subtle lyrics, with their frequent animal analogies.
  Two highlights were undoubtedly the acoustic 'Silent Treatment' and their a capella 'Turnaround' where Rhydian and Ritzy went into the audience to perform a touching duet (not far from where I was standing!).
  I cannot fathom how they aren't EWGE and just one outing on Jools will do it for them.
  Maybe the media are waiting for Wales to happen again, without realising it already has!
 



Y BWS BARDDONIAETH

 

 

Dada ar y bws i Ferthyr

cerddi cymunedol yma

un llinell i bob un

 

 

pobl ifanc a hen bobl,

rhai sydd wedi meddw

rhai sy’n colli eu  traed

 

 

yr siaradwr a chanwr,

y dyn sy’n casglu llinellau –

‘Ey drive, ow ‘bout a las line?’

 

 

y dyn sy’n darllen yn y blaen

gyda pherfformiad swnllyd ;

y teithwyr yn clywed

 

 

mae’r galon fel y lleuad

ac mae’r fuwch yn dawnsio –

‘Da da  drive,  da da !’

 

 

THE  POETRY  BUS

 

 

Dada on the bus to Merthyr

communal poetry there :

one line for each person

 

 

young and old people,

some who are drunken

some who’ve lost their feet

 

 

the speaker and singer,

the man who gathered them –

‘ Ey drive, ow ‘bout a las line?’

 

 

who does the up-front reading

with a performance full of sound

and everybody listening

 

 

the heart like a moon

with the cow dancing –

‘Da da  drive, da da!’

  

 
 
      One thing's certain, the coming footie season at Cardiff City won't be boring!
   As we showed last season, even when getting relegated we managed to do it in style, typified by our 6-3 defeat to Liverpool which (though marred by the worst refereeing display I've ever witnessed) did show our manager's attacking intent.
   In the light of selling three of our best players and another (Jordon Mutch) due to go this week, pessimists will argue we're in free-fall......ready to do a Wolves or, worse still, a Portsmouth, blighted by a crazy owner and inexperienced manager.
   Optimists like myself tend to look for positives.
   Yes, Solskaer made a series of dreadful clangers in the Premier. However, hopefully he'll have learnt from them and will try to field a more settled side, change formation less often and make it clear to players what their roles and responsibilities are.
   I believe he does want to get us playing a different kind of football, more about keeping possession and passing from the back.
   Pessimists would argue that only Marshall remains of our decent players and he may decide to follow the others back to the Premiership......and who would blame one of the very best keepers in that division last season?
   How we fare does depend on retaining him and also who we recruit to replace Mutch . I really hope that it's Man. Utd's Jesse Lingard on a season's loan, as he is an outstanding talent who can play both in the hole and as a winger.
   It also depends on who we sign in central defence, a key area of weakness last year, though we do have proven defenders at Championship level like Hudson, Turner and Connolly. We desperately need a player with pace who can cover for Fabio when he makes those forward runs and inevitably leaves a gap behind him , which quicker teams will exploit on the break.
   Some of Solskaer's signings look very astute, others a gamble.
   Le Fondre, Macheda and Dikgacoi have all excelled at this level, while Burgstaller and Guerra may struggle to adapt, just as Kim did for so long.
   Yesterday's friendly match against a strong Wolfsburg side showed the class of 'Alfie' in particular; so often seen as a super-sub, I was very impressed by his touch, work-rate and understanding with Maynard.
   Finding the right combination will be the challenge and it may be that against certain teams Kenwyne Jones's more robust style will be the answer.
   In the absence of Craig Noone - who really rose to the Premiership challenge - I believe Ole will go for a diamond-shaped midfield, with Dikgacoi sitting deep, when he is fit enough.
   Full-back remains problematic. Brayford is a better all-round full-back than Theophile-Catherine, while John a slightly better defender than the attack-minded Fabio (who ought to be a winger).
  Centre-back is a bigger problem though and was our undoing last season. Caulker will be the player we miss most and replacing him is crucial.
  I would like to see a young and fast defender to play alongside Hudson, who is a natural leader and fine reader of the game. Like Caulker, he can also chip in with goals from set pieces.
   As was shown against Wolfsburg, Juan Cala is very erratic and liable to do what I'd politely term 'mistimed tackles', which will get him sent off, as he was v. Sunderland at the end of last season.
   Without natural wingers I would agree with that diamond formation , but hope Ole finds a place for Mats Daehli, who was mysteriously placed on the bench for the whole of yesterday's  game. He is our most gifted player on the ball, though needs to improve his striking.
  Our key player will be Whittingham, who could score far more with the extra time and space in the Championship and whose delivery from free-kicks and corners will be crucial as ever. One of these days he may even celebrate a stunning curled-in goal!
   We still have a big squad, with lots of competition and also choices for Ole to make.
  I hope we get a good run in the League Cup (whatever it's called now!) , as this will give a chance for fringe players to stake a claim and stay match fit.
   Looking at the Championship, it's the likes of Forest, Watford, Fulham and Norwich who stand out.
  Having said that, our first match is Blackburn away this Friday and you can bet that former striker Rudy Gestede will score and it will be set up by....Craig Conway.
   Though I'm ridiculously optimistic, I still won't make any predictions.


                         OPTIMISTIC AS A BRAZILIAN

Ludicrously optimistic
like a Brazilian
before the World Cup,
I can't wait
for the season to start.

To the last I'm online
for rumours of rumours
of comings and goings
and messageboard banter.

Our new signings
with exotic nicknames
like 'Kiko' and 'Burgi'
will, of course, change everything.

Even Tan's red elephant
of an empty stand,
sitting over us
with ghosts of promises
hissing in the breeze......

even our owner's
dismissal of fans
can't spoil that feeling.

We're going to score goals
like Germany in the Semi,
watch out for sniffer Alfie,
Whitts curling them in.

Yes, optimistic as a Brazilian :
but, look what happened to them!



   
 
 
 

'This was not an earthquake. This was the work of men.'


No earthquake but the work of men.
There is nothing left.


Imagine that :
houses, belongings
everything rubbled,
destroyed in seconds.


The Israeli tanks
circling in the distance
like carrion crows.


The Red Crescent diggers
uncover bodies days decomposed.


The same species
have done this :
every man, woman, child
they dub a terrorist.


Searching for a reaching hand
movement among the wreckage,
small gesture of future
in Devastation Desert.
 
 

Looking up
looking round
always the possibility
of a telling noise
sound of a jet,
a missile's threat.


Hide and seek
on the beach,
theirs among
the broken down
buildings of fishing
now banned.


Scrap metal gatherers
small pickings
shards of once was,
scrabbling a living,
both family and friends ;
shouting out, playing.


Arrived from the sky
and nowhere to hide,
the only count-down
a pilot's machine ;
shield with arms
over their eyes.


Four boys found
not by the chase
or outstretched hands
or laughing tease.
Instead, seek and kill :
broken scatterings, like shells.

 
 


Why not?
You can place bets
on everything else.

Who's going to score first,
who will Suarez bite next!

So why not the chances
of a Palestinian being killed
to an Israeli citizen?

You can weigh it up
in column inches,
hysterical headlines,
or so-called balanced reporting.

Boys on a beach playing games,
children on a rooftop
or lying in hospital.

Described as 'shields'
by spokesperson from Israel,
placed there deliberately
by the evil Hamas.

Decide then : who's the bully
and who's the victim
and place your wager.
The odds are widening daily.
 
 
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His signature song was 'Barry Lamp-posts'
   It was the period between the end of hippiedom and the onset of punk and Barry's 'local leg.'  singer-songwriter Rod Tolchock was the star of the folk club then, the Railway.
   On the face of it, Tolchock was a hippie hanger-on, a peace and love merchant ; after all, he wore a woolly teapot cosy hat and kaftan (though his climbing boots didn't quite  fit that).
   Yet he took his nom de song from Anthony Burgess's 'A Clockwork Orange', the 'tolchock' meaning an attack on someone......hardly a hippie sentiment!
   With his anarchist philosophy and insistence on writing about the locality, he wasn't your typical James Taylor impersonator.
   His anarchism was never the screaming of 'Destroy!' of Johnny Rotten however and he always espoused setting up alternatives within society rather than simply trying to drop out.
   Some of his songs were definitely influenced by his taking of various substances, which placed him closer to the psychedelic strain of Syd Barrett and Beefheart.
   He was wild and unpredictable : sometimes dreadful and inspired in the same set . He often punctuated songs with his thoughts about poetry, revolution and green politics (he was ahead of his time in that respect).
   There were a fair share of other exciting acts visiting the club : single performers who could imitate brass bands with their mouths, or do amazing things with one harmonica.
   I believe most were astounded that Rod hadn't made it Big Time.
   Today, he'd be a hit on You-Tube and I have no doubt and his singalong 'Barry Lamp-posts' would be the perfect antidote to Gavin & Stacey cliches.
   I never got close to him, despite the fact that it was my job to do the write-ups for the 'Barry & District News'.
   Rod smelt pungently of dope and cats, but it wasn't that which distanced me and my best mate Dave. We wanted to keep him as a mystery.
   When friends reported back to us that the local record shop Christopher's never stocked anything by him, we'd just reply - ' Can't understand it! Not even recognised in his own town!'
   Also, Rod always seemed to have a woman nearby and more often than not it was Debbie ,who sat at the front and was his unofficial Fan Club.
   She was small, blonde and feisty. If she thought you were mocking his work she'd become very protective and a series of expletives would machine-gun from her gob, making Vanessa's insults positively charming.
   Rod, like Van the Man, was impossible to interview as well.
   I once attempted a short one for the paper
,but gave up after the second question.
   'Just lissen to the fuckin songs, man......' he dismissed me, combining punk venom with hippie phrasing.
   I wish now I'd recorded some of those crazy nights
at the Railway, or down Porthkerry Park where we'd follow Rod like children behind the Pied Piper, for beach parties in summer.
   He left Barry after suffering some kind of breakdown and I still look out for him on the streets of Cardiff, listening for every busker just in case I hear that refrain.
   He could have been, but never was.
   Now he only exists in the memories of people like myself and Dave : titles of songs, snatches of strange choruses and , above all, that vision of Rod on stage, peculiar and unique, out of his age.
  I did manage to scribble down a few of his phrases for my reports and some resonate today , like -
   'Every song should be a small revolution.....changing people's views forever with its groove.'


                                             ENIGMA


'Rod Tolchock' wasn't his real name, of course ;
I never did discover what it was.

'It's here inside my 'at, mate!'
he gave his tea-cosy a point.

Someone claimed he was John Toshack's cousin
and didn't want to be a hanger-on.

His tea-cosy was the only heirloom
he inherited from his Nan when she passed on.

He once supported Roy Harper (so he said).
Before his Memo gig he dropped acid ;

shouted at Security to catch the snakes
he saw writhing around in the audience.

He was the best and worst performer at the Railway :
mad, sad, funny, sometimes burbling away.

In the late 70s he went missing.
Rumours had him in India searching

for a guru, or chanting in Cardiff centre
doing the Hari Krishna.

Rod would come out with his philosophy
like others burp or sneeze.

Once he told us - ' Nothing will be achieved
till people learn to think like trees!'

 
 
 
 


Briar makes an O,

porthole to waves of wild rye,
scaly-shine trefoil.


**********************


Bindweed trumpets raised :
fanfare for strangle-tangle ;
green throat of hedgerow.


**********************


Ancient garden oak,
two arms open to embrace
the house should it fall.


**********************


Cat quick catch claw-climbs
up bark chasing fret of flies :
dark side of moon eyes.


***********************


Rock cactus garage,
roots in the spongy spread moss :
white petals of tiles.

 
 
   You'd think concept albums were things purely for proggy rock followers of Pink Floyd or Rick Wakeman.   A phenomenon of those pompous days before punk spat on all of them!
   What place for them in this century, the age of the download, shuffle and individual song?
   Yet - and this is a huge YET - I maintain the 21st century has actually produced the most captivating by a long way.
   The greatest singer-songwriter of all time Tom Waits even released two in the same year, 2002.
   Both 'Alice' and 'Blood Money' were written for theatre, in a similar way to The Who's rock operas made into films.
   Although the play was produced in 1992, 'Alice' wasn't out till much later and, like the other, Waits' wife Kathleen Brennan was integral to the song-writing.
   The imagery and language of both Carroll's Alice books is prevalent and music suitably strange and atmospheric, ranging from balladry to angular jazz, with an often melancholic mood.
   Characters such as 'Poor Edward' and 'Table Top Joe' certainly belong in a modern underworld.
   Like 'Blood Money' and his earlier 'The Black Rider' Waits develops the music of Kurt Weill.
   'Blood Money' comprises songs for  the play 'Woyzeck' by Georg Buchner, premiered in Copenhagen in 2002.
   As a concept, it's held together not by language and character, but by the feelings of the protagonist and some of the darkest lyrics are set off against the most pacy sounds.
   Though it's more disparate than 'Alice', it's also more personal :listen to 'All The World is Green', such a sensitive love song.
   The fact that he released them simultaneously is remarkable.
   If you're put off by his growling, gritty vocals then you're missing one of the genuine geniuses of contemporary music.
   Along with Loudon Wainwright and Tom Russell, Waits has continued to produce music to excite and challenge.
   Tom Russell? Is the usual reaction to the singer-songwriter that Beat Poet Ferlinghetti once described as America's finest.
   His concept album 'Hotwalker' came out in 2005 and is a remarkable collage of songs, narratives and samples, with readings by Kerouac and Bukowski and a snatch of comedian Lennie Bruce.
   It's primarily a celebration of the work of Charles Bukowski and his influence on others, Russell included, when he grew up in LA.
   The only track which stands outside this is his tribute to Dave Van Ronk 'the Pope of Greenwich Village', a very moving spoken narrative with musical accompaniment which contrasts the Coen Bros film 'Inside Llewyn Davies', supposedly based on Van Ronk's life.
   Though Russell directs the whole affair, his compere is the incomparable Little Jack Horton a 'circus midget' and one-time friend of Bukowski.
   Unlike the Waits albums, it's essential to listen to this as a whole to appreciate the energy and vitality of its protagonist. Though the music is primarily country and folk, Russell uses other forms - such as jazz and folk songs of that era - to  add authenticity.
   This is a concept album like no other : a celebration of lost voices, reborn through both story and song.

   Another American musician who stands alone and has influenced a number of important contemporary artists like Ireland's Villagers, is Sufjan Stevens.
   Like Waits he has brought out two concept albums, the first being 'Michigan', and the second 'Come on feel the Illinoise!'
   It was Stevens' mad plan to bring out an album for every state in the US, but he stopped after two!
   'Illinoise!' is the masterpiece of the two : so ridiculously ambitious you'd think he'd have done a Wakeman and descended into pretension.
   Not so, because it's so quirky and visionary and also because for every intense orchestral piece there's a spare, banjo-accompanied song.
   It's all tied together by the state itself and especially Chicago.
   However, this is no travelogue or simple observation.
   There are UFOs, Zombies, sympathy for a serial killer, the ghost of poet Carl Sandburg and a homage to a skyscraper.
   Like 'Hotwalker' it's full of eulogies. Like the poetry of Whitman it embraces the spirit of an America of openness and discovery, yet with a mysticism stemming from Stevens' own unique form of Christianity.
  Shifting to England, where Robb Johnson's 'Gentle Men' was released earlier this year and is very much an alternative commemoration of the !st World War.
   For anyone unfamiliar with him, he is a seasoned activist, still a Primary teacher and England's most under-rated singer-songwriter over many years.
   He is to contemporary folk what Ken Loach is to film : witty, compassionate and never afraid to share his left-wing opinions.

   'Gentle Men' is an extraordinary exploration of the lives of Johnson's grandfathers, who both fought in that war.
   Like 'Hotwalker' it's interspersed with music from that era, though the sense of time is often created by using brass bands and Music Hall-styles.
   Apart from the great song-writing, it's vital listening because of the interplay of the three main vocalists : Johnson, Roy Bailey and Barb Jung.
   The movement between present and past is constant and there is a prevailing critique of class divisions and how war heightens them.
   This is Johnson's most ambitious project to date and all his characteristic humour, satire and indignation are there, but above all he pays tribute to the lives of his two relatives.
   There is much cultural ado about the 1st World War, but this is the most enlightening anti-war creation I've experienced : never pontificating, always speaking through the people involved.
   One of the best concept albums of the last century was Geraint Jarman's 'Mabinogi', composed initially for a multi-media show in Cardiff Castle.
  So, it's fitting I should make Gruff Rhys's 'American Interior' my final selection.
   Film, book, stage show (and probably t-shirt!) this album tells of Rhys's retracing the steps of his infamous ancestor, the eccentric 18th century explorer John Evans, who journeyed across America in search of a tribe of Welsh-speaking 'Red Indians'.
   In typically original fashion, Rhys even imagines his ancestor accessing emails in '100 Unread Messages'.
   The exploration is better appreciated after seeing Rhys's hilarious live set.
  The album's an allegory for any voyage of discovery : although Evans's intention would seem rather pointless , he actually achieved a great deal on the way, such as mapping the wilderness.
   Rhys brings it off brilliantly through his sheer variety of musical approaches 
and ever-catchy tunes. He makes Evens come alive as his experiences merge with Rhys's own on songs like 'The Whether (Or Not)'.
   John Evans sets out to find a tribe and ends up finding himself.
   The word 'genius' is bandied about by the likes of Jools Holland, but in Gruff Rhys's case it's a definite .

  
   Amazingly, I haven't even mentioned those two concept albums which deal so superbly with the effects of the economic crisis on the States, namely Springsteen's 'Wrecking Ball' and Loudon Wainwright's 'Songs for a New Depression' and, above all , the greatest songwriting team since Lennon- McCartney, i.e. Scott-Yeats in The Waterboys' 'An Appointment With Mr Yeats'.
   Nobody listens to albums any more , do they?
   Well, if that's the truth then they're missing out on so much.
 



                    ROD TOLCHOCK AND BARRY LAMP-POSTS
                             for Dave Evans

1975, a damp dark November evening
in Barry town (but not from Steely Dan
),
local singer-songwriter Rod Tolchock
announced his master-plan.

Doing the Railway, the folk club
as he always did,
he usually sang his memorable
ode to the area's lamp-posts ;

and we would all sing along
except a few trad-folkies
waiting for the inevitable finale
of 'Goodnight Irene'.

Rod, in his tea-cosy hat
(literally, complete with stains),
his pig-tail sticking out the spout
like a pour of silvery-brown.


Rod, in his colourful kaftan
and his powerful aroma
we had an inkling
(the youthful girls inhaled him).


Rod, who we expected
to do a Shane MacGowan
(before The Pogues, of course)
and fall into the audience.

Rod, who announced his concept album
'Barry Bus-shelters' that wet night
and claimed he'd do a tour
and perform in each one.

Rod,who sang about the one opposite
and some bloke who'd told him
he'd seen a whale off The Knap
and would he like to buy acid?


Max Boyce was all the rage at the time
and Rod was like a visitor from another planet
;
I wrote something like that in my report
for the 'Barry & District', but they never published it.

It was the beginning and end of his concept
and his grand tour never even started.
He returned to that raucous chorus :
'Barry lamp-posts light up my life!'
   
 
 
for Pete & Elaine


A blue boat speeds into the harbour

and we too have been trawling

all evening, but in the car,

spreading our nets to catch

any quick-slipping memories.



In streets, houses and rooms

so familiar yet so changed

we are seeking out creatures

of long ago, our former selves

seeming a different species.




Lights of the windows, aquariums

where students bend over computers,

while we strain for elusive shapes,

dark movements on walls and ceilings

and snatches of voices and songs.




On the brink of a stone jetty

we feed the outgoing tide

with ashes of the last generation :

powdery dust of two lives

and below, the shoals unseen.