I've just left a comment on the editor's blog concerning the new Ian Dury film. and it made me feel a wave of nostalgia for Ian and my baby years as a punk.
It was hard being a punk when so few venues had any hint of access and actually it makes me realise that some of our battles have had a real effect on waking society up to removing some barriers. This can be seen in the hard environment, more than anywhere else and attitudes remain especially slippery if not entrenched. If things were otherwise we would have a brilliantly talented disabled actor playing Ian!
My younger brother by 2 years, was also a punk and through him I was able to get a taste of what was going on out there. We shared records and he'd bought Kilburn and the High Roads - the band Ian was in before Blockheads.
I remember vaguely one of the album sleeves showing Ian with crutches - or was it another band member?! I do recall picking up very quickly that Ian was disabled. A crip. Like me. His anger and humour hit me with its passion and empathy, and truly changed my life.
I was in a specialist hospital institution a lot in those days, for long stretches of time, and it was a very sweet pleasure to blast out Plaistow Patricia (from LP New Boots and Panties) and the line 'arseholes, bastards, fucking c*nts and pricks' when I was down and depressed.
I met Ian Dury for about 30 seconds at the iconic disabilty arts event in West London in - 1981?? I believe Allan Sutherland has written about it - it was amazing, one of the first.
Dressed in my tight leather bondage dress, as 'Kata Kolbert' I was hawking my musical stuff around then, and my music was loud, punky-electro and very political. My partner Andy politely approached Ian after he did his slot to hand him a demo.
I was a timid, nervous little rabbit in those days and could only grin like a daft child and mutter hello, utterly overawed by meeting him. He was lovely, funny and of course very encouraging.
I feel sad he's not around now for us to talk to and exchange, and maybe argue happily with. I once read an interview with him talking about sex and disability, and had his impairment stopped him getting on. He said "no" by the way.... !
Happy new year and all that. But without snow, please. Yes it's pretty. But, of course, not accessible. It makes me apathetic. I have so many projects on the go, and I feel frustrated many are stuck because there's this freeze up of the UK.
Last month I was here there and everywhere inbetween being ill. I went and modelled for Tanya Raabe and we were on Paul Darke's radio show. I managed not to swear - I don't do that generally, but radio can make naughtiness pop out. Going up to Wolves again soon, performing with the lovely Jo Cox.
I did some exciting stuff in Brighton on Dec 3rd, sharing the stage with Liz Carr, which was sooo much fun. The Jesus poem went down well - I think, though we all felt the audience were a little subdued.
I've had ridiculous toothache - an abscess. The tooth needed yanking and of course this became a bit of a palaver as I am not one of those Norms with standard shaped anything. In the end out it came but now rather sore and grumpy.
Question: I am re vamping my flyer for Spoken Word gigs. Should I be disabled specific and why? Am I that, and yet more? Is it a label I need anymore, and who is it for? Are there any historical equivilents and parallells and can they guide me?
Come on, lets debate and argue! It might make me feel less.... disaffected!