You Never Forget Your First Art Teacher
Went to see Beardyman last night on the Complete and Udder Shambles Tour, inside a giant purple cow.
In was possibly the highlight of the summer, if you don’t know Beardyman and have any interest in beatboxing at all, then, well, you should be ashamed of yourself.
Here he is doing his Kitchen Diaries skit, remember kids, it’s all with his mouth.
I also bumped into my first art teacher, no idea how I recognised her. She was 65, I hadn’t seen her since I was 10. I can remember her teaching me how to draw two point perspective when I was about 7. Excellent lady. Her daughter was playing sax and flute in the show.
Bye.
Danny
Ahh, you forgot us aussies had Joel Turner
Beatbox champion of the world after being bumped early from the first Oz Idol show.
He became legend over here and I think was probably one of the only beatboxers to have a National top 5 hit anywhere.
Then again I could be lying my arse off.
onetonshadow - Minister of Tees replied
You’ve no idea what you are talking about. Stick to winding people up.
Danny
sorry Mr Music encyclopedia.
onetonshadow - Minister of Tees replied
There you go. That’s your skill.
Danny
I thought I was sounding a tad lostboyish myself.
except he could never spell encyclopedia.
How many more festivals to go?
onetonshadow - Minister of Tees replied
One more festival proper this summer, but gigs aplenty. Got two more just this week.
Scott Robinson
2 point perspective would have broke my brain as a seven year old.
I did have a teacher called Mr Grayson that would show us how to draw complex things from simple shapes, all step by step on the blackboard. Mulga Bill`s bicycle was by far my favorite of those lessons.
Sorry, I have no real understanding of music, and I`ve found winding people up is better left to the professionals, but I did have a few excellent teachers in my time.
onetonshadow - Minister of Tees replied
Yes, it probably did mine. She also tried to teach me guitar, I was crap at that though.
Natalie Tyler
I think I was building a papier mache elephant at age 7. I also have memories of blowing ink through straws til I nearly fell off my chair from the headspins … I don’t remember my first art teacher’s name but I remember she had an unhealthy amount of toilet rolls and pipecleaners in the art room. Unusual that you mention the guitar. Mine also taught us the recorder at lunchtimes. I wonder if that was some sort of punishment …
onetonshadow - Minister of Tees replied
Musical moonlighting art teachers. They were probably dreadfully paid in the ‘60s or whenever you were at school.
PhotogeniquE IPA
good grief – what’s he on? I want some. Un-B-leave-able
Cathie Tranent
Primary school art doesn’t count. My first high school art teacher was Miss Bonner. She taught us lino cutting, and copper embossing and we got to redesign an album cover. I did ELO’s New World Record. My cover was as bad as the music. LOL.
onetonshadow - Minister of Tees replied
That must have been pretty bad.
Cathie Tranent
Hell yeah!! Nasty. Still can’t draw. :)
Cathie Tranent
Ha! And we also dipped our hands in wax and made a plaster cast. I remember painting mine deathly white and painting the nails red and walking round with it in my blazer pocket. See a private school education is at least good for at least one thing – blazer pockets!
Cathie Tranent
and ….. a pottery elephant. I got an A for mine for a clever combination of glazes – one shiny elephant – one matt rug. Smiled and accepted the mark. Never told ‘em I effed up and it was an accident!
onetonshadow - Minister of Tees replied
I reckon the best art is always an accident. It means you didn’t ‘think’ of it. Which means there was a possibility no one had ‘thought’ of it.
Dream of things that never were.
Cathryn Swanson
^I have that tee, it’s very cool.
I have a photo of me wearing it, though, it wasn’t meant for the tee, I was setting the camera to timer and placing it on the ground while admiring a tree, and It just so happened I was wearing it. You can kinda see it, which is a shame, because it would have made a great buyers booth photo, accidentally.
nook
to the title – no, it was my Mum. Not about to forget that in a hurry.