There have been alot of serendipitous moments over the past few months. That six degrees of separation holds fast. We never seem to be too far away from our past, even if we think we’ve motored off into the sunset and left it all behind. The people in our life now are a direct conduit to those that went before them. It just seems to be how it is. If you dig down enough you’ll find those roots right underneath your feet.
I went to the Art in Tune weekend in Brighton (17-19 March), an art and music festival featuring the most incredible selection of paintings by a host of local artists – oils, acrylic, watercolour. Outside they had music playing in the gardens, and I was delighted to see Jeremy Gronow appearing there, with his latest band. In the 90’s he was the vocalist for Helvelln, a band that also features in my story. I took a few photos as they played. It was a searingly hot afternoon, and the perfect setting for some dancing on the grass. I recall dancing to Helvelln at an open air gig at Burnley college, just before Christmas 1990. The similarities were strangely evocative. Like I said, the past meeting the present.
Angela J Dawson 