Commentaries on Bob Cobbing - The Argotist Online
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<strong>Bob</strong> <strong>Cobbing</strong> at <strong>The</strong> Voice Box<br />
<strong>Cobbing</strong> opened with good humour... leaning <strong>on</strong> the lectern, growling sequences of syn<strong>on</strong>yms that<br />
would have warmed [Stefan] <strong>The</strong>mers<strong>on</strong>’s heart in his semantic poetry mode...<br />
Another time he was off round the room. I’m sure it’s a nice dais and I’m sure it cost a lot of<br />
m<strong>on</strong>ey, but it throws sound back up and into the microph<strong>on</strong>e.<br />
<strong>Cobbing</strong> approaching the dais, looks frail; at the lectern, he’s in c<strong>on</strong>trol; later he turns the frailty <strong>on</strong><br />
and off.<br />
He went off round the room, performing, getting to the end of his text, from memory, at the<br />
riverside/west end corner of the room, whereup<strong>on</strong> he crept up <strong>on</strong> the picture <strong>on</strong> the wall and<br />
began to perform it—wide gestures tracing out its markings—a rather fine impromptu sound<br />
compositi<strong>on</strong>.<br />
As musicians often return to the same piece from different angles, Ellingt<strong>on</strong> say, <strong>Cobbing</strong> here did<br />
a most extraordinary soma haoma. I used really not to like it, though I remember backing up Clive<br />
Fencott 20 years ago when he said <strong>Cobbing</strong> could have a No 1 with it. “Tha’’s righ’”, I said and had<br />
another drink. But maybe he could have. I didn’t like it because at that stage I had a very odd<br />
feeling that <strong>Cobbing</strong> might just offer to give every<strong>on</strong>e Holy Communi<strong>on</strong> in the middle, deep<br />
s<strong>on</strong>orous chanting, repetiti<strong>on</strong>, and the whole thing being Hymn to the Sacred Mushroom and at <strong>on</strong>e<br />
time subtitled ‘which promotes health and well-being’, or something like that.<br />
Since then, it has returned, by being performed without the Hammer film DIY religi<strong>on</strong> trappings<br />
(What would Top of the Pops have d<strong>on</strong>e with it?), to being <strong>on</strong>e of his many permutati<strong>on</strong>al poems.<br />
Today’s was an ast<strong>on</strong>ishing performance: breathy, breathy as if he were gasping for breath,<br />
though he wasn’t, sometimes quite loud, loud enough to be heard, loud enough to make <strong>on</strong>e turn<br />
round if it had been a social gathering, sometimes fading out like some<strong>on</strong>e falling asleep or fading<br />
away, and both within the same phrases; and there was also a quality of forgetfulness, like<br />
some<strong>on</strong>e saying their prayers by rote; yet all the time <strong>on</strong>e could hear the permutati<strong>on</strong>al patterns<br />
rolling through like an undercurrent, an under rhythm he seemed to ignore, determining the basis<br />
of his utterance, the written text he was recalling.<br />
A freeze frame of the encounter at the picture. <strong>Cobbing</strong>, lurching his right arm rightwards al<strong>on</strong>g a<br />
bold line uttering it loudly; the Voice Box warder, uniformed, staring straight ahead, no emoti<strong>on</strong>;<br />
and then, unfreeze, <strong>Cobbing</strong> shuffling past her, daiswards, Pris<strong>on</strong>er Group H, without her<br />
acknowledging anything. People looking in at the room through the closed door. Art in progress. Do<br />
not disturb.<br />
Sort of sub-vocal recitative from <strong>Cobbing</strong> till he gets to the dais and then he leans forward, and<br />
then arm reach lengthening over his whisky and then over his beer, towards his drum,<br />
lengthening, cantilevering himself, slower and slower and nearer, but it’s going to be a close run<br />
thing—will he make it? Will he give up? Will he give up and go round? Will he fall? And if he falls<br />
is it appropriate to help a pers<strong>on</strong> in performance—stand back please; is there a theoretician here,