slam dunk

We’ve run some wonderful poetry slams over the years – it’s something we get a huge buzz out of doing – and yesterday’s slam in Shrewsbury was up there with the best of them. It was the third slam we’ve co-ordinated for the Shrewsbury Literature Festival, and possibly the first one we’ve ever put on where any one of the fifteen poets who took part had a genuine chance of winning. The standard was incredibly high, we were treated to work which was thoughtful, honest, impassioned, and hilarious by turns, and the scores were very, very close. On another day, poets who didn’t make it past the first round would have sailed into the semi-finals, while the three poets who got knocked out at the semi-final stage could just as easily have been contesting for the winner’s prize. This was an afternoon of poetry at its best, and everyone played their part.

At pandemonialist slams, all three of our finalists go home with a scratchcard, an incredible work of literature, and some of Poundland’s finest confectionery. Yesterday was no exception. It’s entirely possible that all three poets have woken up this morning £100,000 richer, in chocolate-stained bedsheets, still weeping over the emotional impact of devouring the biographies of Lewis Hamilton, Posh & Becks, or Vera Lynn. We know how to treat our poets. Oh yes, we do.

Our congratulations to Nick Lovell (who came 3rd), Manjit Sahota (2nd) and our overall winner Colin Wells, who bagged himself a gig at next year’s festival as part of his prize. Each of you was a joy to listen to. Thanks.

P.S. Our next slam is the hometown poetry extravaganza. Wolverhampton, 25th January 2020. This one is huge, and we’ll be putting out the call for slammers in a couple of weeks.

Bostin, wor it.

Thanks to all of you who came along to the Finding Our Funny Roots show at the Arena Theatre last Saturday and helped make sure it sold out. We’d been working hard on this project all autumn, and sharing the results of that work to a full house was everything we’d hoped for. The laughter at the time and the positive feedback we’ve had over the weekend has made all our graft worthwhile.

Those of you who were there will know the show explored the work and the impact of Black Country comedians, as well as looking at Black Country humour, and the role of our dialect in it, which is why Emma Purshouse and Brendan Hawthorne are playing the roles of a modern-day Aynuk and Ali here…

and why everyone in the room will always remember seeing Dave Pitt dressed up as local comedy legend Dolly Allen. A sight that’s too good not to share, so fill yer boots.

The curtain may have fallen on Dave’s career as a Dolly tribute act, but the Finding Our Funny Roots project still has work to do. Over the next few months we’ll be helping create five short films based on the show, as well as taking a version of it into care homes. For now, though, we’d just like to thank all the people who’ve been part of the FOFR team. Brendan Hawthorne, Brian Dakin, and Billy Spakemon for their comic contributions to the show; Alex Vann for his BSL interpreting, and for writing and performing the closing song; and Gary O’Dowd for his advisory role and for the photos we shared in this blog.

We’d also like to thank all the volunteers who trawled through Wolverhampton Archives, travelled the Black Country recording anecdotes and memories, and collected oral history interviews; everyone who agreed to give their two penn’orth – on where the Black Country is, what our humour’s about, and what makes us special – when we pointed a camera at them; Dave Pitt for making sense of the footage we brought back afterwards, for turning it into funny, madcap, and coherent video clips, and making sure all the tech worked. Sterling work, all of you. And finally, our thanks to Creative Black Country for securing funding for this project from the National Lottery Heritage Fund, and trusting us with it. We’ve thoroughly enjoyed it, and we hope we’ve done our region proud.

Funny roots found

As you know, through the summer and autumn we’ve been busy working on the Finding Our Funny Roots project. It’s been a huge and complex piece of work, funded by the National Lottery Heritage Fund and managed by Creative Black Country, and we’ve thoroughly enjoyed it. Our job has been to create a show which looks at the boom in Black Country comedy from 1950 onwards, asks just where we are (spoiler alert: no-one’s really sure) and explains just why – wherever we are – we’re so special. We’ve listened to oral history interviews recorded by our team of volunteers, looked at the material they’ve found in Wolverhampton Archives, spoken to experts in comedy, and chatted with people we’ve bumped into at libraries, markets, and festivals. Then we’ve sat down and distilled this mountain of material down into a single one-hour show.

So we were honoured to be asked to do a special preview of our show for invited guests as the curtain raiser to the Funny Roots comedy festival. We were a little bit nervous, too. Would this show sink? Or swim? Would it be a success, or not?

Last night was the acid test. And we’re happy to say the show passed with flying colours. The audience listened attentively, and laughed in all the right places. Which meant they laughed a lot. And that meant all our work has been worth it. We’ve created a show which will make you think, hopefully tell you a few things you didn’t know, definitely put a smile on your face, make Black Country folk proud of where we’re from, and make other folk see our region in a more positive light. And it does all that in just sixty minutes. Pretty good going, eh?

Tickets for the show on the 26th are still available. They’re £5 a pop, and you can get them here. Go on, treat yourself. You know it makes sense.

Congratulations

We’ve been in a run of busy weeks of late – projects to finish, poetry nights to run – which we hope explains why we hadn’t got round to writing a blog congratulating our fellow pandemonialist, Emma Purshouse, on her appointment as Wolverhampton’s first ever poet laureate.

Let’s sort that out right now! Emma’s appointment is great news, for her and for Wolverhampton. Anyone who knows her will know how passionate she is about our region and the people who live here, and we’re proud as punch for her. We can’t wait to see what she does with this new role. 🙂

We’re looking forward to more poems like this one. Wolverhampton a winning city. Sounds about right to us. Nice one, Emma!

Funny Roots

For the past few months, Poets, Prattlers, and Pandemonialists have been working hard on the ‘Finding Our Funny Roots’ project (funded by the National Lottery Heritage Fund) for Creative Black Country. As part of it, we’re creating a one-hour show for the ‘Funny Things’ comedy festival which takes place in Wolverhampton at the end of October, and over the summer we’ve been incredibly busy pulling together the various strands which will go to make up the show.  

Our aim is to give the audience a sense of Black Country comedy from 1950 to the year 2000.  To this end, Creative Black Country’s willing band of wonderful volunteers have been doing oral history interviews with folk across the region to uncover the comedy gold stored away in their collective memories, we’ve also been out and about in the Black Country chatting to folk, and we’re working closely with Josiane Boutonnet and Paul McDonald – lecturers at Wolverhampton University – whose academic understanding of the nature of comedy has been absolutely fascinating.

In August we held a preview show with the lovely people from Wolverhampton Friendship Centre 050 group.  We had a performance by a Black Country comedian, imparted some interesting nuggets of facts about our region’s comedy, told jokes, shared memories, held a quiz, and – most importantly – had a lot of laughs. All the elements from that event will be in the Finding Our Funny Roots show at the Arena Theatre on Saturday 26th October (tickets for that are available here).

Our biggest problem …AARRGGHHHH!!!… has been choosing what to put in and what to leave out of the show.  AARRGGHHHH!!!! For example, did you know there were Black Country nights that happened in Australia and Canada?  No, nor us.  Did you know that chapel services in the Black Country were sometimes comedy heavy?  Nope, neither did we, but Black Country historian Ned Williams put us straight about that.  Most crucially, do you know where the Black Country actually is?  No? Well, it doesn’t look like anyone else does either.

Oh, and did we mention that we only have one hour to fit all this in – and give a sense of the awesomeness of our region – while making sure our audience is entertained? No pressure! 

Next week, we begin rehearsing the show.  Dave (our tech genius) has been working his magic, and Steve and Emma have drafted and re-drafted the script ready for the first read through and blocking in just over a week’s time, when we will be joined by our special guest artists who’ll help knock the show into shape. 

By the time the curtain raises on the 26th, we hope we’ll be ready to amaze you with facts, tickle your funny bones, and fill you with pride for the wonder which is the Black Country. To whet your appetite, we’ll be posting some of our out-takes on social media. Follow @pandemonialists and @CreativeBCuk and keep your eyes peeled!

See you on the 26th. Arena Theatre. 5pm.

Parklife

Last night we ran the first ever Ironbridge Festival poetry slam. That’s great in itself, but this slam was held in the most beautiful venue ever. A yurt. A veritable palace among yurts. Just look at this!

And what a night of poetry we had! Last night was one of the strongest line-ups we’ve ever had at one of our slams. In each and every round there were poets who sneaked through by one point or missed out by two, while the quality of each and every piece kept the audience on the edge of their seats. Splendid stuff.

Our finalists all left – as our finalists always do – with works by some of our era’s literary giants. Works we know they’ll treasure forever. Or until their first visit to the loal charity shop, whichever comes sooner. Congratulations to our winner, Nick Degg – who secured himself a paid gig at next year’s festival and got to go home with Kevin Keegan – to runners-up Jason Smith and Mike Took, and to all of the poets who took part.

Above all, our thanks to the audience members who came up at the end of the night to say how much they’d enjoyed the evening. Especially the folk who told us they’d never been to a poetry event before, and would never have thought they’d enjoy one, but had absolutely loved it. Who wanted to know when the next slam would be so they could bring their friends. That’s what all this is about really, isn’t it? Bringing new audiences to poetry.

For us, after a wonderful evening of poetry in a beautiful venue, that really is the icing on the cake. That’s why we love what we do. And why we keep on doing it. Even in a yurt.

Stourbridge shuttle

Earlier this year, the good folk at West Midlands Railway asked PPP to produce a poem to celebrate the 10th birthday of the Stourbridge Shuttle, the gem of a service which links Stourbridge town centre with the national rail network. So we rolled up our sleeves and set about it.

Here, for you all to enjoy, is the poem. Specially commissioned for the cutest train in the world.

The Stourbridge Shuttle is ten years old
so it’s time for a celebration
and to travel all the length of its network,
from Stourbridge Junction to Stourbridge Town station.

It’s part train, part tram, part genius
quirky, hard-working, unique
a metaphor for our region
making 1000 journeys a week.

The brainchild of Black Country boffins
up the road in Cradley Heath,
with an incredibly clever piece of kit
squirrelled away underneath.

The spinning flywheel gizmo thing
as it travels down the route
hoovers energy up* to help it climb back
efficient, dynamic. And cute.

As you travel to college, or pop down the shops
or make your way back from the pub
if you’re a train buff from Tampa or Tamworth
or off into town for some grub

you aren’t going to want your passport
though you can bring it if you choose
you won’t feel the need for a sleeper coach
but you’ve time for a three-minute snooze.

You see, Stourbridge has got something special.
The Shuttle. It’s out on the track
working the shortest branch line in Europe
from Town up to Junction and back.

A million passengers can’t be wrong.
That’s a fact. It’ll see no rebuttal
we’re every last one of us treated first class
when we sit ourselves down on the Shuttle.

There were seven wonders of the world.
The Black Country’s now made it eight.
Happy birthday, Stourbridge Shuttle!
You’re a belter. Yam bostin’. You’re great.

*It could just as easily be magic done by some bloke waving a wand. Or a squirrel. We’re poets, not engineers.

You can find a video of @bigstevepoet performing the poem here.

Top-notch, first-rate.

We’ve had some great times at Yes We Cant over the past two years, and last night’s poetry shindig was right up there with the best. It was one of those special evenings where everything fell perfectly into place. Narwhal notepads for competition winners (and how many poetry nights offer that?), a VAR decision on an open-mic poem, a stuffed rabbit collecting loose change for charity, and a Captain Morgan pint glass redistributing wealth. Phew.

As if that wasn’t enough, we also had the launch of the first ever Hundred Club poetry pamphlet – congratulations Jane James!! – and a headline set from Ben Davis which was just off the scale. Utterly superb. Clever. Witty. Hilarious. Poetry delivered at a hundred miles an hour, and then some. Turns out this was Ben’s first ever headline poetry gig. All we can say is that poetry promoters should be queueing up to offer him more. And to book Jane, too. You won’t regret it, they’re both ace.

Great things are happening in a Black Country back-street boozer, and we’re chuffed to bits about it. Get yourselves over to Walsall in October for more Yes We Cant magic. It might just change your life.

One in a hundred

Summer is time for two of our favourite traditions. One is the Edinburgh Festival Fringe – we went, we gigged, we saw as many shows as we could handle, and we had a great time, thanks for asking. The other is the summer afternoon spent sitting in the beer garden, chewing the fat, and coming up with all sorts of new pandemonialist ideas.

What, we wondered, could we do to help raise the profile of poetry in the Black Country? How could we give a leg up to some of the talented poets whose work we enjoy? And how could we make it fun?

Well before last orders, we’d hatched a plan. The Hundred Club. What is it? Glad you asked. The Hundred Club is our venture into the wonderful world of poetry publishing. Every few months we’ll present the work of a poet or spoken word artist from the Black Country by producing a chapbook of the best of their work. There will be just 100 copies of each chapbook, individually numbered, and when they’re gone… they’re gone. Buy one of these, and you’ll have a collector’s item, a limited edition booklet to read, cherish, and possibly sell for millions when the poet in question becomes wildly, outrageously famous (which is what we’re all hoping for).

The first in this series is now at the printers. If all goes to plan, we’ll be launching it at Yes, We Cant in September when we return to the Pretty Bricks after our summer break. The Hundred Club is yet another good reason to make sure you pop down to one of the Midlands’ best poetry nights, soak up the atmosphere, enjoy what people have to say, and maybe share some words of your own.

Above all, Sunday September 1st is a date to cheer on Jane James as she becomes the first member of our Hundred Club, so put it in your diaries. And bring a fiver for a very special book.

Yes We Cant is Two Years Old

It seems only yesterday that we sat in a pub over a beer or three (or four) and had the bright idea of setting up a regular poetry night in Walsall, and to be honest we’re not entirely sure where the time’s gone. But this month, Yes We Cant is two years old.

That’s two years of bringing top-notch poetry and spoken word to our part of the Black Country, and it’s all been done without any kind of funding. What’s more, we took the conscious decision that Yes We Cant (like so many of the nights we put on) would be a pay-as-you-feel event, so that anyone could turn up, take a seat, and give poetry a try.

It’s not only worked, it’s worked splendidly. We’ve brought poets like Johnny Fluffypunk, Brenda Read-Brown, and Elvis McGonagall to the function room of a real ale pub (who’ve supported what we’re doing from day one, thanks) and packed that room out. We’ve had excellent support slots from poets as diverse as Nellie Cole, Casey Bailey, and Paul Francis, all with books to sell. We’ve given a platform to a huge number of local poets who’ve stepped up behind the mic for the first time at Yes We Cant, got bitten by the performance bug, and come back again and again and again.

And now, we are two. This Sunday we’ll be celebrating as only the pandemonialists can. So come along to the Pretty Bricks for another night of great entertainment, for inclusive, exciting, top-notch word wizardry. Our headliner will be the effervescent Joe Cook, while Graham Attenborough travels in from Shrewsbury to take the ‘Alf Ender slot. If you’ve never been before, drop in, we’d love to see you. All of you are welcome. Again and again and again.