Onwards and upwards…..

Last week, I went to see local Cardiff legends KilnAboy last Thursday. The craic was 90 and the gates of alcohol heaven opened. It was like a re-run of a great night down that den of iniquity known as the Old Howardians Rugby club, which is now demolished. (Not same way as its clientele used to be on a regular basis, however.) Having spent a large part of the year so far off the stage and getting Picket Line Party together, the gig definitely felt like blowing the cobwebs away. The question is, what now?

The UK government continues its relentless attacks on all of us. There is even talk of abolishing public holidays! Whatever next?? Nothing would surprise me. Coupled with this, the state’s response to all the protests last year has been harsh, leaving many people wondering if fighting back in that way is worth it. And yet we’re in a double bind, because if we don’t, none of the main parties will do anything different. Arghhh!!! You may find yourself singing this rather a lot:

Personally, I don’t think we have an awful lot of choice in the matter – fight back we must. But it does appear that the lull in all the activity last year is taking longer than expected to get over. I’m sure this will change, though ….. ;-)

In the meantime, I am looking forward to going out and gigging at some festivals in May, as well as recording my mate Ukulele Dave. The dates are on my gigs page. The plan then is to go on a US tour in the summer. If you can help out, please drop me a line. As for April, I’m keeping quiet, but watch this space. You may be surprised what comes at the end of it!

Finally, have I been working for the Guardian? Have I f@ck! But I put my first piece of electronic music together which name-checked a Guardian phone app. The reason I put it out there that I had been commissioned to do it by them was so that you’d click the link on the Soundcloud track and read this blog. Don’t believe everything you read, you dummies! (P.S. Picket Line Party didn’t get Album of the Week in the Sunday Telegraph! That was an April Fools, and I am now Minister of Disinformation). Hope you enjoy!

Album Launch!!!!

Regular readers will be aware of this album – and now it’s all go! The book and CD is just about done for the printers! There will be a t-shirt! And a badge! You can really help me out by pre-ordering here: http://cosmoinnit.bandcamp.com/. Many thanks!

There is going to be a launch party at the City Arms, Cardiff on Wednesday 28th March 2012 starting at 8pm. It’s free in! The Facebook event for it is here (CLICK!) There are festie dates going up all the time. I’m planning on a few key gigs in June and then a US tour in the summer. The autumn and winter will see a full-on UK and Europe tour. See you on the road!

And here is the press release:

After years of criss-crossing the country on tour, folk-punk-hiphop geezer Cosmo has a wake up call after he wakes up at a festival covered in sick. It’s summer 2010, the Tories have got into bed with the LibDems and begun a vicious attack on ordinary people’s living standards. The question is: how to fight back? Armed with a guitar and a load of attitude, Cosmo takes off on the road again, playing at protests, picket lines, parties and street corners, seeing how ordinary people start to wake up and resist.

On the way, he manages to get a gig at a LibDem post-conference shindig, start flamewars with BBC Radio DJ Adam Walton and make an accidental appearance in a Daily Mail photo-shoot. He encounters undercover cops, plays at a royal wedding boat party and manages to get his antifascist anthem F@ck the BNP into the Amazon charts – ahead of some Simon and Garfunkel tunes, (much to his mum’s delight!).

In addition, he writes and records songs and keeps a diary of his travels, putting them up online to freely download and share. Starting with localised demos, his account twists and turns into the global uprising that becomes known as Occupy.The resultant furore is a musical rollercoster of an album, taking in folk, punk, music hall, hip-hop, bluegrass, Monty Python and even the new genre of country protest! Lyrically the songs range from historical struggles such as the Music Hall War of 1907, to the hilarious send-up of the far-right English Defence League – and much more.

And you thought protest music was dead? Think again! It’s alive and kicking, genre-defying, hungover and pissed off! Picket Line Party is free-to-download, but is also available as a digipak CD, plus this book complete with lyrics, chords, blog entries, photos etc. Oh, and a t-shirt, too. Who says filesharing harms music sales? (Adam Walton does, and Cosmo has bet him that if he sells out of his initial run by the end of June, Mr. Walton will have to eat his words!)

www.cosmoguitar.net / www.picketlineparty.com

“George Formby-style rants against the far-right and other musical hectoring!” Guardian

“Workfare is appalling but not as bad as that bloke singing over there.” Some bloke at an anti-workfare demo outside Tescos listening to Cosmo

These Chains Won’t Ever Hold Me

Oh, these chains
They won’t ever hold me
Cos I sing, yes I do
Till the break of the day

Oh, these walls
Oh, they won’t confine me
Cos I sing, yes I do
Till the break of the day

And your lies
Oh, they won’t deceive me
Cos I sing, yes I do For
Till the break of the day

Your cruel words
They won’t ever hurt me
Cos I sing, yes I do
Till the break of the day

Oh your guns
They won’t ever stop me
Cos I sing, yes I do
Till the break of the day

All your fists
They won’t destroy me
Cos I sing, yes I do
Till the break of the day

Afterword

We don’t want to seize power for ourselves, we want to break it into small pieces that everyone can hold.” Zapatistas

I usually trot that above definition out when anyone asks me what anarchism is about for me. The questioner is usually surprised that it’s really quite a simple idea and it doesn’t include anything about bombs, smashed windows or erm….I dunno, dead babies?

I’m sitting here writing this back at home, nursing a hangover after a year-long bender on booze, politics, gigs and heavy living. More often than not I’ve made some fantastic connections with some really amazing people around the place who are right on it. At the moment, though, I just feel like a spot more hibernation, please!

(I’m trying to wonder what the soundtrack to the revolution is, or if indeed what is going on is actually a revolution at all. I think the politically engaged sound coming up for underground is hip-hop, but I’ve tried to put out some music hall in this album, as I think that we need to look at the past as well as the future. Hmmm…)

Ed Milliband, leader of our so-called Labour Party, has just announced that he is sticking to the Coalition government’s austerity programme. If we want to fight this and create alternatives, then Parliament really isn’t the place to do it…surprise, surprise.

The population at large awaits bills fretfully and tries to balance its personal budgets, and those of us who realise how important it is to be politically active at the moment try to cast the net wider. The global uprising occurring at the time of writing, particularly the one centred around Occupy, has many diverse and contradictory strands. But the overall aim of coming out into central urban locations or neighbourhoods and meeting consensus is an example of what we anarchists like to call the “leadership of ideas”. As Tamer Mowafy, Egyptian anarchist, says “It is evident that people taking part in the ‘Occupy’ movements almost spontaneously embrace anarchist principles. The movement is leaderless, all decisions are made within a general assembly, and instead of majority rule consensus is always sought.” Whatever happens to Occupy, this fact still remains.

I watched Just Do It over the summer. It’s a film about UK-based modern day climate activists, and reminded me of the mid-to-late 90s direct action scene, where I stepped in to all of this. It was interesting to see that after a while, the activists involved in the high octane protests of the film start to make connections between what they are doing and the need to confront capitalism. Their ideas about this are nebulous by the end of the film, but it is a progression I remember making myself. I realised the rabbit hole goes much deeper, and the deep rooted issues of power, class, money, gender, race and so forth lie beneath it all. This was what made me realise I was an anarchist, rather than just an activist. (I hope it also explains why I haven’t directly dealt with climate change on what is proving to be my most political album to date!)

As capitalism struggles to reconfigure itself without dealing with its fundamental underlying contradictions, we need to ask ourselves, do we want more of the same, or are we prepared to think outside the box and do something different? Will we vote for political parties and watch the same old same old, or entertain sci-fi fantasies like the Zeitgeist conspiraloons that we can just plug into a computer and everything will be fine? Maybe you don’t want any radical re-working of society. But are you just going to sit back and watch all the important decisions taken out of your hands and put into faceless governments and corporations who don’t have your interests at heart, without even considering the possibility of radical action to prevent it?

You don’t need to sign any forms, tick any boxes, send any money or indeed buy any more of my albums, (though I’m sure that will help…me, anyway!).

The answers are down to you!

Morecambe Bay (The Cockle Pickin’ Song)

Oh, you think you’re pretty hard
Cos you’ve just finished college
An old school tie to speed you on your way
Well that’s not gonna help you
Cos this is where you’re going
Cockle picking in Morecambe Bay

Well our story starts in China
Where you can’t feed your family
The people traffickers lend you a hand
Six months in a lorry
Then you end up in Dover
Where natives tell you “F@CK off out this land!!”

My my, hey, hey
Cockle picking in Morecambe Bay

Oh, in the North of England
It’s three to a small bedroom
The landlord takes what’s left of all your cash
Then it’s down the agency
With dodgy ID
Where you’ve really got to try and make a splash

No minimum wage here
You really must be joking
Welcome to the black economy
And on your factory shift
They’ll grudge you a piss
Then you hear of this opportunity

My my, hey, hey
Cockle picking in Morecambe Bay

Well on 5th February 2004
A load of cockle pickers lost their lives
21 people all the way from China
May be gone but guess what still survives?
The migrant labour story
Is really not that funny
Unless you cream it in from off the top
And policies that pit
Worker against worker
Tell me, when we gonna make it stop?

My my, hey, hey
Cockle picking in Morecambe Bay

What’s in the Way?

No matter what wonderful political set up you want, we haven’t got around the fact that we need a bunch of hard bastards to make sure enemies don’t come by and stove our heads in. (Anarchists please note: the militias in the Spanish Civil War gave as good as they got).

I wrote this seeing a sort of collateral damage in working class communities I played gigs in, where communities had to pull together to deal with their mates who had come back from serving in the forces and weren’t quite how they remembered them when they left.

At Occupy Oakland in the US, the media made a massive deal of the fact that an Iraqi veteran got seriously injured by cops during  demo. Whether it would have been as big a deal if ut hadn’t been a vet, I don’t know. But there seems to be more of a culture in America activist groups working with veterans. In the UK people seem a bit more sqeamish about stuff like this. I feel this may change, though.

I think I kind of bottled this song in some ways.

(To listen to the track, click the play button below. To download it, click on the arrow pointing down on the right bit of the thingy below. To share it on Facebook etc, get the embed code by clicking on the icon on the right bit of the thingy below. For more info see www.cosmoguitar.net).

 

What’s in the Way?

 

Johnny boy came marching home today

Six months since he’d been marched away

Nine months gone since they’d tied the knot

Here comes a feeling which she’d almost forgot

Last night’s gig buzzing in her ears

All those demons drowned in all those beers

And his anger is a primal force

But his tears come hard and fast, of course

And she says:

 

Come back to me

Can you hear me calling

Over the sea?

You’re miles away, you’re hear in my arms

What’s in the way?

Come on home I’ll be here waiting 

With open arms, loving not hating

Your miles away, you’re here in my heart

What’s in the way?

 

And he offs it to the pub at nigh

Cracking on with everyone in sight

Oh we all smile, no-one gets too near

When the fues blows better stand right dclear

And we all know what’s made him that way

And no matter what we do or say

desert sun and all those lives destroyed

Just won’t let us in to fill that void

 

Come back to me..