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Ataxia Awareness

Way back in the mists of time, in a quiet suburb of Derby, a host of young teens saw the decade morph from the 60’s to the 70’s, and were like-minded in their willingness to be swept along by, and participate in, its musical backdrop. We were a disparate group of lads, drawing on equally disparate influences, but we had that all-encompassing entity – music – in common.  There was a whole host of us, but the main players in the very early days were myself, Adrian “Fos” Foster, Mike Emery, Tim Gadsby, Paul Bunting, Tony Billinge, Colin Hidderley and Steve Carter. Some of us hadn’t even really sorted out who would play what. I started out on drums, moving much later to bass.  I vividly remember rehearsing in Steve’s garage, running through one of his own songs, ‘September’, and Tim was on bass.  Most of us went our own way of course, and drifted towards the music that most appealed. As our tastes an dinterests diverged,  Fos and I pursued the ‘Rock’ route, and indeed still do, and  Steve and Tim leaned towards folk. It still fills me with immense pride that quite a collection of us from a small part of Derbyshire have taken our boyhood dreams to levels we probably couldn’t conceive of back in those rose-coloured youthful days. I am certain that my unwavering dedication to my musical career has its roots firmly planted in those early times with my childhood friends.  Without those experiences, I would not be where I am today. My career is well documented in these pages,  Steve and Tim went on to record as ‘Firkin the Fox’,  “Dr. Big Love’, and worked with the likes of Dave Pegg (Jethro Tull, Fairport) and a host of respected Irish musicians. Their music is a far cry from mine, but it is imbued with a deep sense of Englishness, whimsy, and romance, and optimism.  Tim blossomed into a fine bass and fiddle player. Ataxia has robbed him of the dexterity to continue, though he continues to make music with computers.  Steve felt it was high time awareness was raised about this condition. It is often misunderstood.  Watch my friend Steve’s (stage name Steve Bonham) video below, learn about Ataxia. Tell your friends, and help if you can.

Kev Moore


May 10, 2013 Posted by | education, Entertainment, friends, health, Kev Moore's Music, Music, personal, writing | , , | Leave a comment

Here comes the Son

Sunday arrived and with it, my son Corey, over to visit us for a few days. As always, it’s great to see him and hang out, talking music and stuff. This time around, I even roped him in to play on the title track of my Blue Odyssey CD, and even as I’m writing this he’s hard at work putting a drum track down. He starts his Music degree in September, and of course took to my studio like a duck to water!

"You hum it son, I'll play it...."

His own band, Jilambis, release their own debut album in a couple of weeks, and we’ll be putting links up for where you can buy it at a special price.

-But it’s also been nice to wander the Playa with him , chilling out, and for Miki, Corey and I to all go out for a Mexican last night. I’ll miss him when he goes, but it’s great to spend quality time together!

Me, Miki and Corey at La Cantina, Mojacar Playa

Kev Moore

August 11, 2010 Posted by | Ca' Puccini, Kev Moore's Music, life, Music, Parents and Children, personal, Sound recording, writing | , | 12 Comments

Miki’s got a brand new bag

Eventually I found the bag of my dreams!

When I go sketching outside -which is something I do very often-, I always take the minimum amount of stuff: a sketching book and a pen. But there is a problem:  I like my big sketching book. Well, not that big, 40 x 40 cm, plus the spring along the top, but just big enough so as not to fit in any bag. Well, I bought one once in a German art shop, but it was all black, so serious. It makes me sad just to look at it, no way I can use it to go and sketch, where I do need to feel in a positive state of mind!

I couldn’t believe my eyes as I saw this one in a Cafe-Shop in Bubion, a little village from the Sierra Nevada some days ago. Not only does my sketch book fit in it exactly, but the bag is soooo cool, so artistic. More or less like in this painting I did of it. Lovely, crazy bag, isn’t it?

Well, I will use the occasion to introduce you to our new Easelspace gallery. In the last 3 weeks, I presented here

Travelscapers (landscapes from all around the word)

Easelfaces (portraits and figures from around the world)

Now we have just launched our

Still LiFe gallery

All sorts of still life from international painters will be presented here. if you want to join one of these galleries, we must charge 10 dollars the year for one  (15 for 2, 20 for 3). We have a lot of costs and work with all these sites, hence the fees. But we are doing a great deal to gradually increase the value of and the visits to, these galleries, and aiming to be one day, as soon as possible, among the most visited online galleries for people searching for landscapes, portraits or still lifes.

But if you can’t afford the membership to our special galleries you can still join us at Easelspaces, the “mother” gallery. Mother is generous and doesn’t cost anything 🙂 .

We are a nice community of international artists (amateurs, semi-professionals and professionals) gathered on that great site created by artists for artists, and offering many possibilities for presenting your art and developing a nice relationship with other artists from the world.

July 31, 2010 Posted by | Art, Cafe L'Arte, Miki's Paintings, news, painting, personal | 3 Comments

The Pink House

Today after swimming -we drive everyday to an indoor pool to swim 1000 metres and keep fit…- Kevin said to me:

“I have a surprise for you!”

and instead of driving home he took the opposite direction. Now, I love surprises, but I always try to find out beforehand what the surprise is. And Kevin normally can’t resist to all the charm,-and blackmail if necessary, I use to find out and  eventually tells me. But this time, although I tried hard all the way, he kept his mouth shut, mysteriously smiling.

“Serious stuff…” I thought, a little bit worried.

After a 20 km drive, we arrived in a place called “La Concepcion”. Kevin suddenly braked, entered a big wild patio and said:

“I bought it for you, to match your Converse Pink Bag!”

You certainly can imagine my surprise…

Above all when I visited the house…

The toilet… a double one of course, installed outside, because the weather is so good around here… logical, isn’t it?

And the living room, outside too

and the bath too…(well, the boat is so old , it will naturally let the water in!)

and, perhaps the most exciting part, the swing set which, you might recognise, is in fact a plane!

So, what do you think, isn’t it a wonderful surprise?

And doesn’t it fit great to my pink Converse Bag?


PS: it is a joke of course, Kevin did not buy the house for me… but the house does exist and we have been there today!

May 30, 2010 Posted by | Art, humor, life, personal, travel | , , , , | 4 Comments

By special request: Miki’s baby pink converse bag!

Shelley expressed an interest in seeing my Converse bag’s ‘baby sister’ – so here it is, being worn by Miki as we stopped for a coffee on the coast, driving to Malaga before we went to the States to collect her new passport. I bought it for Miki as a present in Odemira, Portugal. The blue bag you see on the stone table was also a present, from Miki’s brother. It’s a beer cooler – all the way from Tahiti. (He didn’t put any beer in it though!)  😦

Coffee Alfresco

Kev Moore

Miki here, now. I just took a close-up from my Converse bag…

and we don’t use the beer cooler for beer, but… to keep our coffee warm!

May 29, 2010 Posted by | coffee, friends, fun, humor, life, personal, photo, travel, writing | , , , | 14 Comments

Over the Hills and Far Away – 8 – St. Jean de Luz

Relaxing in the square, St. Jean de Luz - these trees are very typical of French towns and villages

Leaving Biarritz, but armed with some great memories, we called in at a supermarket to replenish supplies, and met a couple from Carlisle, England who were meandering around Europe. We gave them our web details and hope to hear from them when they return from their travels, though I think they’re on the road for some months. It’s also interesting to note, that, only last week we were reminded that we had been visiting basque country – Police had arrested several ETA terrorists where we’d done our shopping!

We had been recommended Cambo-les- Bains by Miki’s parents, and whilst not wanting to cast aspersions on their choice of holiday locale, as we travelled along the main thoroughfare, it had all the appeal of a stale custard cream. It’s sole reason for being evidently the huge Spa resort on its outskirts, which looked mightily exclusive, expensive, and almost certainly packed to the gills with insufferable upper class twits ‘taking the waters’.  Cambo -le – bye-bye then…..

We headed back out to the coast again after our fruitless inland trek and made for our next destination, St.Jean de Luz, a French port right just a hop skip and a jump from the Spanish border.

Miki’s investigative skills had revealed that a free Motorhome park  with electricity existed ‘opposite the train station and in front of the harbour’. Never was a location more accurately described, for when we had parked up, jumping out of the rear would have placed us on Platform one, Exiting from the front, just a walk across the main road, a jump off the bridge, and one would hopefully land in a boat.

Kev gets acquainted with mean a net.

The electricity point was taken by an early arrival, but we took this in our stride. Once again we were amazed by the possibility to park within the centre of this lovely harbour town at no cost.  The weather was still being kind to us, and we decided to settle in for a few days. Our first foray out saw us discovering a lovely town square and extensive harbour, it was a motif bonanza for a delighted Miki!

St. Jean de Luz - a busy, picturesque port.

Kev Moore

May 27, 2010 Posted by | Art, life, personal, photography, travel, writing | , , , , | 5 Comments

Over the Hills and Far Away – 6 – Biarritz, Milady Beach

The Author adopts a "windswept & interesting" pose........

Milady beach was just across the road from where we were parked with the Motorhome, and I found it a curiously named place. Possibly in homage to Edward VII, (popular with the ladies, just ask Alice Keppel) or perhaps the Milady from Dumas’ Three Musketeers, a thoroughly bad sort of girl, branded with a fleur de lys.  Edward had collapsed whilst staying in Biarritz in March 1910, subsequently convalescing there (to much criticism at home) . His convalescence was to no avail however, and he died in May, succeeded by George V.  His reign lasted a mere nine years, in sharp contrast to his mother, Victoria,  whose reign of 63 years and 7 months is the longest of any British monarch, and the longest of any female monarch in world history.

The Universe in a grain of sand.........

Queen Victoria and in particular Edward VII,  gave the town a new lease of life, as in his train followed many of the British aristocracy and the upper classes. Indeed, Biarritz was ‘the’ place to holiday up to the beginning of the second world war.

Biarritz rocks....

The fifties saw an influx of a different kind of glitterati, with Rita Hayworth, Frank Sinatra, Gary Cooper, Bing Crosby. Sacha Guitry, Charlie Chaplin, Winston Churchill, Ernest Hemingway and Igor Stravinsky sharing dinners, parties and gambling tables. But Biarritz spectacularly re-invented herself as the 60’s were about to dawn when Californian film maker Peter Viertel was in Biarritz to make a movie of Hemingway’s novel “The Sun Also Rises”. Admiring the perfect swell lines forming off the town beach, Viertel immediately sent home for his board and in the process almost single-handedly turned the town into one of Europe’s surf capitals.

Rare photo of a 'Miki' in the wild. Shortly after taking this, the photographer was attacked, stuffed, and mounted.

We explored Milady beach on foot and by bike on the paths that ran above it. It was lovely, particularly when we went out late to catch the sunset over the water.  Before we reluctantly leave Biarritz and its beaches, I’ll be posting a few more photos in the next entry.

PS: Why not read about my birthday thoughts HERE?

Kev Moore

May 21, 2010 Posted by | Art, fun, life, personal, photography, travel, writing | , , , | Leave a comment

Over the Hills and Far Away -2-

After spending a few wonderful days in Tarbes we turned westwards and headed at a leisurely pace towards Peyrehorade, which was to be our overnight stop on the way to Biarritz. Before we got there though, we stopped for lunch along the way at another little village whose name escapes me. We put ‘Dino’ out to graze – a new mug Miki had bought on our bike ride out to Ibos.

Today, I shall mostly be eating Daisys..........

Peyrehorade, or Gatorade as I preferred to call it, was a nice little town on the banks of a river, with a great tree lined area for motorhomes. Upon scouting the area, I noticed a covered electrical outlet attached to the trunk of one of the trees, about 12 feet off the ground. It’s always fun to play the game of “let’s get some free electricity”, so after a period of to-ing and fro-ing with the Boomobile, we were positioned directly under the tree. I still struggled to reach the socket, and then remembered we had a small ladder that we used to get up to the bedroom. Success!!  Balanced precariously upon it, with Miki holding on for dear life at the bottom, I triumphantly thrust the plug into the socket after deftly lifting the cover.

Tree-mendous parking

Handy power supply….installed by giraffe

Scrambling to the ground and running into the Boomobile to look at the panel, I hoped to see a nice green light informing me that we were juiced up. Nothing. Abject failure. It’s the hope that kills you….

Down by the Riverside

Electrical shortcomings notwithstanding, we spent a nice afternoon and evening there, Miki sketching outside, and me, be-headphoned, at one with the rock and deep inside a Dean Koontz novel. Bliss

Nothing like a good book


The Artist at work -it's tough down at the Office....

Kev Moore

May 8, 2010 Posted by | Art, drawing, fun, life, painting, personal, photography, travel, writing | , , , , | 9 Comments

The YouTube Phenomenon, or, the richness of obscurity…..

Perhaps the least successful recording band I’ve been a part of ( when compared to the likes of Christie and BC Sweet) was Tubeless Hearts. Jointly formed by myself, the two Trevs, (Midgley and Sargent) and Simon Kay, and latterly featuring Adrian Foster, Tubeless Hearts was our baby, created amid the post-punk New Romanticism of 1981. It ran uninterrupted for an amazing 15 years, with just one personnel change. We were a great little band, toured with a few luminaries of the day, gigged 5 nights a week, did a few radio shows and the odd telly appearance. Our first single was a double A side, recorded at the studios where Def Leppard, just a few months before had recorded their breakthrough EP, indeed, we shared the same producer, Roy Neve.  It had a limited pressing on the Yorkshire-based Posh label.  Over the years, it has attained a sort of cult status among collectors as far afield as Australia and Japan, particularly “Posh records’ completists, who attempt to collect the entire label’s catalogue. I’ve seen it advertised for 50 euros!

Our next recording of note, many years later, featured our good friend, the Saxon guitarist Graham Oliver. It was a full length CD of original music, composed by me and Fos Foster, when the group has slimmed down to a three piece, though Trev Midgley  made an accidental guest appearance! Being skint musicians, we often reused tape, and found on the fade out of one of our new tracks, the remains of a Trev demo! It fitted so well with the outro of the song, that we asked Trev if it was okay to leave it in. it seemed right, as he’d been the driving force of the band for so many years.

This album, entitled ‘Three‘, released in 1994, has also gone on to achieve cult status, the subject of a review in the 100th issue of Powerplay rock magazine, it has become an AOR collector’s item, fetching, like its little brother, large sums on the internet.

But yesterday, I discovered the latest phenomenon. Complete strangers have begun to upload tracks onto Youtube, accompanied by only a shot of the cover.  Below , I include three examples. Firstly, the single Paperback Romance, written by Trev Midgley and Al Quinn, secondly, Telephone, written by me, (both from our debut single) and Thirdly Paradise Beach, written by me and Fos Foster. You can hear Trev’s track come in towards the end! We also took the liberty of sampling some seagull noises from a track by Welsh rockers Budgie called “Parents” on the very end fade out. (I’ve met them, they’re nice guys, so I’m sure they will forgive us!)

Despite any other success I have enjoyed with subsequent projects, I feel a special warmth that the music we made with Tubeless Hearts still endures. Achievement in this case is not measured in sales, but in the knowledge that you made something good, and lasting.

Why not also check out my latest post on moore:music HERE?

Kev Moore

March 14, 2010 Posted by | Ca' Puccini, Kev Moore's Music, Music, personal, video, writing | , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Cathedrals of the New Age?

Walk the length and see the yellows turn to red....

Abandon liquids, all ye who enter here.....

On my travels this weekend to perform with Christie at the Golden Years show in Antwerp, I had to endure four flights, due to connecting both ways in Spain’s capital. This presented me with the opportunity to wander through Madrid airport’s spectacular new addition, Terminal 4.  Looking up at this incredible structure brought to mind comparisons with our classic Cathedrals of days gone by, and I began to think these were in fact, the cathedrals of the new age, where we pay homage to St,Christopher, the patron saint of travellers. Fanciful perhaps, but we are certainly in the lap of the gods as we hurtle skywards in those metal tubes!

Vaulted ceilings rise

To echo Gothic splendours

Whither the departure gates?

And whither do they send us?

Walk these endless hallways

With portals on all sides

Cathedrals of a new age

Where we fly the friendly skies

by Kev Moore © 2009

December 1, 2009 Posted by | culture, fun, Kev Moore's Poetry, life, news, personal, photo, photography, travel | 4 Comments