May 3rd 2012 at The Bridge Hotel, Newcastle
Hosted by Trashed Organ
Only at a Trashed Organ event could you find video, poetry, music, live painting, flash fiction andaudience participation all mixed up like some weird art-based game of Twister.
John Challis and Melanie Rashbroke (Trashed Organ Directors aka The Organ Grinders) are making a bit of a name for themselves in arts and literary circles in the North East. Last night’s I don’t think we’ve met; part of the Festival of Belonging Fringe programme, showcased some of the creative collaboration they encourage.
The night centred on the festival theme of belonging and presented new collaborations between artists from different backgrounds. The night was punctuated by sets from Fiona’s jazz express giving the impression that you’d stumbled into some underground club where no-one really knew what might happen next. The result was a real melting pot of set pieces. However, you could see that the whole thing was planned meticulously and kudos to Trashed Organ for pulling this ambitious night off!
Poets and musicians united to bring us beautiful words interwoven with musical notes. The poetry of Degna Stone was set hauntingly over a backdrop of music provided by percussionist Ged Robinson supported by Adam James Cooper. Writer Viccy Adams’ piece was accompanied by video images of Newcastle, sympathetically underpinned by Scott Hartley’s fiddle playing.
Alex Lockwood read pieces of Flash Fiction (sprinkled with audience shout outs) while artist Tim Jago Morris produced a painting live, mural-like, against the windows of the Bridge Hotel (the resulting painting will be displayed at the Scrumpy Willow and the Singing Kettle.
Dedication to the cause Hannah Costanzo delivered Helena Venaki and Jake Campbell’s piece with the added complication of having to learn some Greek in order to do it!
The night saw the premiere of the Suitcase Monologues – a set of shorts in development with Trashed Organ: Samantha Bell and James Barton were the artists involved and they both delivered their pieces with confidence and emotion.
As if that wasn’t enough, there was also a Trashed Laureate bottle of port up for grabs for some on the spot poetry and the opportunity to submit a Lonely Heart ad for a trashed date (that’s a purely creative collaboration request you understand, not some romantic date that includes lashings of wine).
Trashed Organ run events regularly at The Bridge Hotel: go, watch, get involved. It’s great fun. Look out for more Trashed Organ events http://www.facebook.com/trashedorgan