# I feel like I was born for devastation and reform, destroy everything I love and the worst part is, I pour my heart out reconstruct but in the end it’s nothing but a shell of what I had when I first started.#

Devastation and Reform – Relient K

Next week, leaders from across the globe will travel to Denmark for the much awaited UN Climate Conference in Copenhagen. Over the course of two weeks, our elected representatives will discuss and debate ways to tackle the ever present threat of man-made Climate Change and, hopefully, broker a deal which will make significant in-roads into cutting the world’s carbon emissions.

Ok, so Relient K didn’t write this song about the environment, the message behind the words warns us not to burn the bridges between those we love because, once broken, they can never fully be rebuilt. But after listening live to MP Ed Miliband’s live conference call organised by 38 degrees this morning, it dawned on me that these lyrics are just as pertinent with regards our treatment of the world around us.

Back in August, I was given a copy of the Green Bible for my birthday, which includes an enlightening foreword by Nobel Laureate, Archbishop Desmond Tutu. In it he discredits all those who would claim to be Christian but fail to realise the consequences our wasteful society is having on the environment which surrounds us. ‘We must act now and wake up to our moral obligations,’ he writes.

We, who should have been responsible stewards preserving our vulnerable, fragile planet home, have been wantonly wasteful through our reckless consumerism, devouring irreplaceable natural resources

‘Irreplaceable natural resources.’ Just as Relient K point out, we are destroying everything we love and as much as we would like to turn back the clock, the damage has been done. All we can do now is to find ways to halt the destruction so that there is still hope for the generations to come.

And so we come to the crux of the argument. Offsetting.

I’m sure we’ve all seen the Simpsons episode where Bart finds the Bolivian tree Lizards, which then get loose and begin to eat all the birds in Springfield. In their short-sighted fashion, the town council then decide to release Chinese Needle Snakes to deal with the lizards and then snake-eating gorillas to deal with the snakes, and so they go on.  Yes, this may be a ridiculous and far-fetched anecdote, but it serves to demonstrate the danger of only thinking in the short-term.

Carbon offsetting is in no way a solution to the environmental problems we are facing. And any ’solution’ which enables us to continue to devour our natural resources and continue to emit immense amounts of carbon into the atmosphere, is too dangerous to even consider.

Tolkien wrote that it is not for us to decide what happens to us in our lifetimes, instead we must ” decide what to do with the time that is given to us”. It is no secret that Tolkien disliked the industrialisation of the English countryside and I would like to believe that he would fully support the move to ensuring real carbon cuts and a greener, more sustainable future. In this mindset, I use these words to urge our leaders and elected representatives to be fully aware that moments like this are unique. The next two weeks offer a real chance to commit to a lasting change and a safer environental future.  Of course cuts without offsetting will not be easy, but the old adage rings true and so, ‘if it is worth doing, then it is worth doing properly.’

And so, I am using my voice to petition Prime Minister, Gordon Brown to hold true to his pledge for an ambitious deal in Copenhagen and not to bow to the naysayers and agree to Carbon offsetting or trading.

Please take action to get an agreement which ensures real carbon cuts in rich countries of 40% by 2020 without offsetting.

From the Petition to Gordon Brown by 38 Degrees

Prime Minister, the public are angry about the failure to seriously address the issue of climate change and carbon emissions, and now is the time to raise our collective head from the sand and face our demons head on. Tomorrow’s world is Today’s problem.

Change is afoot.

I’ve never stood eye-to-eye politically with the village I have called, for the last 24 years, my home. Whilst not outwardly party political, my family has always had a left-leaning outlook on life that is at odds with the traditionally Conservative views of the Majority. To add further flies to the ointment, I’ve come to realise there is an inherent distrust for Change amongst the movers and shakers of village life. And so, it shouldn’t really surprise me then that the reception to the proposals to build a windfarm on the old airfield has been less than favourable.

As far as I can see, their reasons for saying ‘NO’ are the stock complaints to the wind industry. Appearance, house values and noise top the list along with the general sense that it would lead to an ‘industrialisation’ of the countryside – a bad argument to choose when the proposed site sits opposite the Industrial estate!

Now for a little back-story.

Kimbolton is, with maybe the exception of Cape Town, one of the windiest places I have ever known. I understood the term ‘prevailing wind’ when I was still in Primary School, and soon after learnt that whichever direction you cycle in, you will always be going against the wind.

The village itself is in a shallow valley, but once you’ve climbed the ‘hill’ (and having lived in Cornwall, I use the term loosely), there are very few bumps in the landscape ‘til you hit the Wash. In other words, there’s no natural windbreak. So it’s hardly surprising that the area has been picked out by the planners – it’s perfect!

But what about the site?

Used in WW2 by the American Airforce, the ‘Stop the Bicton Windfarm’ group would like you to believe that it is a historic piece of ground, a cornerstone in the county’s history. Personally, I feel that this report by the BBC is slightly closer to the truth.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I love the airfield. Currently training for a Triathlon, both my running and cycle routes take me up there on a regular basis. And walk up there on a cold, clear autumn evening when the mist rises from the ground, you’ll understand where ghost stories come from – it’s bleak and yet beautiful at the same time.

But the fact of the matter is it’s completely unloved.

I’m not quite sure now where this blog post is going. I fear this may lead to others and I have an unshakeable urge to make mischief building up inside me. My current situation won’t allow me to start a counter-campaign quite yet, but as a once active member of this community, I feel it is my duty to say it how it is.

It all started with a leaflet from the Stop the Bicton Windfarm campaign (which, incidentally is being run by someone I have never heard of (and lets recap I’ve lived here for 24 years!)). This led to a sneak peak at the website, which is, by the way, completely misleading. That photo at the top of the page isn’t the proposed site at all – it’s at the other end of the village. In fact, there isn’t a picture of the proposed site on the whole of the website. It’s truly ridiculous. If you say that the land’ll be ruined by the appearance of these monstrosities, show us the land that’ll be ruined!

I could go on, but I won’t……….. yet.

Gah! It’s the only word to describe the anger, the sheer closed-mindedness, the innate distrust for any sort of positive change and the Nimbyism! As a member of the generation who is going to have to deal with the climate fiasco, I’m standing tall with my convictions.

We, as a nation, nay, as a planet, are soon going to be facing an energy crisis. Wind, whilst it has its faults, is a clean, renewable, and constant source of power. Kimbolton, in this case, is blessed with a strong and reliable wind, which has a definite prevailing direction. Apart from two outlying farms, the proposed site is far away from all the villages stated in the website, and will help secure a greener future for the generation to come.

Something has to be done, because if the planet continues to warm and the sea-level predictions are true then, as I said before, the land surrounding Kimbolton is flat from here to the sea!

I am planning on writing a letter to our village magazine in support of the proposals, which I hope will lead to a reasoned debate of the issue.

Last time I was in the States I came face to face with the failings of their health care system. We had been out celebrating our 21st birthday and my sister tripped over the front step in the dark. A friend of ours rushed forward to make sure that the storm door didn’t slam shut on her, but while doing so ended up cutting open his eyelid on the very same door.

Now, had the same accident occurred here, we would have packed him up and driven straight to A&E. Yes we would probably have waited a good long while, but at the end of the night his eye would have been properly seen to and on the way to recovery.

Unfortunately we were not at home and my friend (who’s American) had recently been made redundant, losing not only his job but his health insurance. Consequently he has a permanent scar underneath his eyebrow.

I have always, and will always be an advocate for a free National Health Service. Access to health care is a basic human right. Which is why this article in the Guardian today has made my blood boil.

For the self-proclaimed ‘leader of the free world,’ the US has a wholy inadequate 2-tier health care system – for those who can afford the premiums, you can expect the best quality care, but for those who can’t – well need I say any more.

At the very heart of any democracy is the idea that we are all born equal – we all have the same chance in life as any other person. Ok, whilst I am an idealist I am in no way naive. I know this is an unattainable ideal, but structures should be in place to at least assist these goals and at the very least a social welfare system which is representative of the country’s standard of living.

But this in no way means a decline in standards, and having a spending plan doesn’t mean you put a price on human life. If anything not having some sort of NHS devalues lives because it basically states that if you can’t afford the treatment you are in some way unworthy of continuing to live.  As far as I can tell the main argumment is that by having these spending caps in place, and  an octogenarian won’t recieve the same standard of health care as a younger person.

This is utterly ridiculous. Having seen the treatment all four of my grandparents received at the end of their lives, I never ever considered that the nurses and doctors were working any less hard to treat them, than any other patient.  They were, after all, as deserving as the next person to walk through the door.

Health care is always a contentious issue, and I will happily admit that the NHS is far from perfect. But despite its faults and its critics it remains a constant and for that I am eternally grateful.

Finally, to any who remain critical I give you this.

The World Health Organisation ranks Britain’s healthcare as 18th in the world, while the US is in 37th place

Says it all really.

First off, I’m sorry once again – this blog seems to have died a million deaths these last 2 months.. and rather than taking time to reconnect, I seem to be adding more and more to my plate – I am now officially a blogger for Review Artists and part of the Bright Young Folk admin team.So from having absolutely no experience at the beginning of the year, I now seem to have more on my plate than I can deal with.

Add to this that I have to create my audio-visual MA masterpiece and  find a job… life is a little busy. But who’s complaining!

I have a couple of blogs in the pipeline as we speak, but for the moment I would like to direct you to other outlets for my wisdom.

Why musicians are on twitter

We’re all going on a musical journey!

Festivals going ‘green’ - see how my MA project is progressing (I have photos and videos now!)

And I’ll be back on the ball soon, I promise!

This week it’s been impossible to open the paper without seeing at least one article denouncing the likelihood of me graduating with a job in October. With at least 50 graduates applying for every position, the odds are, unfortunately, stacked against me. It’s doom and gloom reading.

But it wasn’t ’til today that the reality of Recession finally hit home.

When I was in Madrid I didn’t get on with my housemates. As a result I used to spend as much time out as possible. My favourite hideaway was a small cafe on the Glorieta de San Bernardo – just opposite the metro station. First discovered on a particularly windy day back in October 2005, we were enticed inside by the prospect of proper toast and jam – not this pan de molde rubbish. 4 months later, when I moved into the city from Majadahonda, I discovered I lived right round the corner and the rest was history.

I’ve been back to Madrid twice since I left in 2006 – both times I was warmly welcomed back by the owners Luis and Jose – and as a result whenever I think of my time in Spain I invariably think first of the cafe, sitting in the corner reading some book or another that I’d picked up from the second hand bookshop round the corner.

Today though, I found out that the cafe closed. It was no longer making any money. There’s no room for sentimentality in a Recession.

With the amount of media coverage dedicated to the effects of the credit crunch here in the UK, it’s easy to put on the blinkers and think that it’s only happening to us. But Spain has been deeply feeling the crunch since the beginning of the year and analysts expect it to be the worst they have faced for 50 years. We are not alone, so why are we seeking out individual solutions.

I’m not an economist, I have no financial background -  save for 6 weeks as a PA in a bank, but it would seem we are all fighting the same battle and yet are fighting against each other. Consequently, it is the little people who suffer.

I’ve always been left feeling slightly embarrassed by overt displays of pariotism – even singing the National Anthem makes me feel uncomfortable. So it’s probably not that surprising to hear I’ve never celebrated St George’s Day.

But a couple of weeks ago [sorry] I found myself shoulder-to-shoulder with the flag waving brigade in the shadow of Nelson’s Column.

It was all in aid of celebrating the huge variety of musical styles that British Folk has spawned. From Northumbria to Dartmoor via India and Zimbabwe, it would seem that Folk is not only still alive and kicking, it is evolving and experimenting, and attracting a whole new audience as a result.

But the celebration has provoked rumbles of discontent in the die-hard folk brigade, and not in the way you might think.

For centuries music has been used to cement ideologies and identities – just look at the Russian composers writing at the time of the Revolution or the hymns sung by anti-apartheid movement in South Africa. ‘Folk’ is no different. Traditionally the music of the people, its songs and tunes have been the people’s reaction to the situation and issues of the age. But more recently its revival in America during the time of the civil rights movement has meant that modern ‘folk’ has had a distinct socialist vibe.

So was it right for Boris Johnson to use the genre, and some of the country’s leading artists, to celebrate a day, which has, for all intents and purposes, been hijacked by the extreme Right? Well in all fairness, there was little politics at the concert itself – it seemed that most people had come to enjoy, what turned out to be a sunny day in London with some awesome music thrown in.

And as for the artists, they did all – in one way or another – keep the ‘protest’ tradition alive – with Bishi raising a round of applause when she came on stage wearing a fabulous dress encorporating both the Indian and Union flags. And her song Indian Skin definitely questionned what it is to be considered British. And with tracks like ‘Rise Up’ it would seem that the Demon Barbers embody the traditional folk spirit in a modern fusion style.

Folk is evolving - it needs to if it’s going to stay fresh. But I would hope it remains a genre ‘of the people’ and a space where we can make sense of the issues which surround us.

I went to the gig in my new role as a ‘contributor’ to the Daily Music Guide. As a result I was able to interview the very wonderful Netsayi.

Listen to my interview below -  or read my review on the site!

For those of you wondering why I haven’t updated for a while – sorry

Thanks for being such regular readers! I sometimes get the impression of being a midnight radio presenter – broadcasting to a sleeping world.

It’s been a bit hectic of late – first with exams, then crazy journeys, then more exams and a stint as a runner at the Seth Lakeman Minack gig… more about that later.

But while you wait head over and see how things are progressing with my MA project.

This way if you please……

Or enjoy the articles I’ve been writing for the Daily Music Guide

For me computer games begin and end with Lemmings. I just don’t have the patience to work out the key sequences for anything flashier. But now the age of the Wii and XBox is upon us it would seem that computer games are branching out…

So, last night I went to ‘band practice’.

Without regular rehearsals or any real reason to practice  I have  recently neglected my various musical ventures. I honestly can’t remember the last time I sang anywhere apart from in my car. And despite resolving back in January to crack out my violin at one of the many Open Mic Nights in Falmouth, the last time I played my violin properly was when I took my grade 8 two years ago.  And as a result I found my ass being kicked by a computer game!

Make derogatory comments if you wish, shout about the lack of musicality but you cannot deny the popularity of Guitar Hero and the like.

But as I watched my compatriots keep in time to the beat and rock out on complex chord sequences it made me wonder… can you really learn to play an instrument via a computer game? It is claimed, for example, that if you can consistently play at expert level on the drums, you can recreate that performance on the real thing!

If guitar hero teaches you anything it’s hand eye coordination and an awareness of rhythm and beat. It also introduces the notion of tonality through the different coloured ‘frets’ to the guitar and the graphic score used for the vocals. No, there is no score as such but the colour-coding is not that dissimilar to colourstrings (a way of teaching the violin which gives each of the strings a different colour).

Technical prowess is, however, only one part of learning an instrument. And unfortunately the other elements can’t be taught via an electronic medium.  But it was an interesting experience. When I first went along I expected to be good at it, I mean surely if you can play an instrument you’re in with a fighting chance. But where music is organic and embraces the individual’s interpretation of the notes in front of them, a computer is no way near as forgiving. Consequently I failed. Epically!

So can a computer game ever ‘rock’… well there’s only one way to be sure, and that’s to line up some of the world’s most famous and talented musicians and see how they fare. (Maybe I’ll try this one day). Failing that give it a go yourself.. Trust me, it’s an eye-opener!

Now I have been known to do some strange things at times… voluntarily spending 3 days on a non-smoking train with a chain smoker comes to mind (although if I’d had my way he’d've been out at Broken Hill!). But driving 3 hours to Plymouth and back for a concert…. you’d have to be mad. Right?

Well, it was standing room only in the White Rabbit on Tuesday as Seth Lakeman serenaded us all in an ‘intimate’ gig – warming up, no doubt, for the slightly more salubrious surroundings of the Royal Albert Hall! But nonetheless, it was a chance to see once again a master performer at work…. and also glimpse a rare smile from Ben!

All the old favourites were there, mixed in amongst some new material. And whilst I was a little disappointed that Scrumpy’s set and Blood Red Sky didn’t get an airing, we definitely got value for money.

Kicking off with The Hurlers, it seemed that high energy was the order of the night. And compared with his last gig in Falmouth, it seemed like the ‘audience,’ despite their age, were willing to move along in time with the beat.

As always, it was his fiddle playing that really impressed me. His bow moves with almost hypnotic speed… and whilst I’ll try not to sound too bitter, please take it as read that I am insanely jealous!

[Ed. I am currently at odds with my violin. Being classically trained doesn't mean I want to play Mozart for the rest of my life!]

Kitty Jay, in particular, blew me away.

From the first double-stop to its frenzied finale, I was entranced. And it stands as testament not only to his technical prowess, but also to his fantastic performance.

Whilst violin teachers may look in horror at his crouched stance, it serves to draw in even the most neutral observer. You physically have to lean in. From then the rhythm takes over and so by the time he does stand, there is no escaping the intensity of the solo violin.

He uses his bow almost like a painter uses a brush. But instead of a canvas, he imposes his will on his audience. and we willingly give in to the music.

As much as I love my music collection, it’s always been the ugly sister to the live performance. The very nature of recording tracks in a studio and perfecting them over time takes away some of the spirit of the track. It is only when played live do you experience the raw power of the sound.

And so that’s why I went to Plymouth last night – some artists are simply worth the 120 mile round trip!

Yes, it was a long night, yes I got stitched up on the parking and yes, it was humiliating when the bouncer asked me for ID, but it was totally worth it!

Decision day!

We won’t be burning our rubbish in Cornwall!

It’s been a long, drawn-out process… there have been cries of corruption and reports being spiked, but the County Council has refused planning permission to build a waste incinerator in the county.

I have to say, having followed the proposals since I arrived in the county in September, I am overjoyed.

It makes absolutely no sense to burn our rubbish.

More later…..