Issue 76 / April 2017
April 2017 issue of Bido Lito! magazine. Featuring: ALI HORN, WILD BEASTS, MARY MILLER, TINARIWEN, MIC LOWRY, I SEE RIVERS and much more.
April 2017 issue of Bido Lito! magazine. Featuring: ALI HORN, WILD BEASTS, MARY MILLER, TINARIWEN, MIC LOWRY, I SEE RIVERS and much more.
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THE<br />
BLUECOAT<br />
The oldest building in Liverpool<br />
city centre is celebrating its<br />
300th year in <strong>2017</strong>, having<br />
built on its scholarly origins to<br />
become an academy of rabid<br />
creativity in one of the most<br />
happening places on the planet:<br />
A. W. Wilde speaks up in praise<br />
of The Bluecoat.<br />
“The Bluecoat has been<br />
many different things to<br />
many different people at<br />
many different times”<br />
Pre-jarg Moncler, post-incendiary bombs, midswinging<br />
1960-something; two men stand with their<br />
backs against the city looking out across the river to<br />
somewhere else. No beginning and no end, the sky<br />
defo nebulous, tethered to the end of their noses and just above<br />
the Mersey. The wind – yeh, the wind we all know, with fish<br />
and chips on its breath – it shoves in gusts and leaves without<br />
goodbyes. That wind is on-the-rob. It steals the words of the<br />
taller man before they reach his friend’s ears.<br />
Rico shouts, “I can’t hear you Adrian.”<br />
“It’s happening,” says Adrian, his beard blowing this way and<br />
that, his hand pointing back at the city. “It’s all happening here<br />
Rico. It’s all happening now. And it’s not fucking happening<br />
anywhere else.”<br />
Adrian’s words, taken by the wind, carry over the Three<br />
Graces, echoing through the streets, awaiting argument. None<br />
comes. Not a peep.<br />
“But what are we going to do tonight?” bellows Rico.<br />
“TONIGHT?”<br />
They walk past sailmakers, across cobbles varnished with<br />
rain and workloads and past fire-scarred buildings, as the crow<br />
flies on the same path as stolen proclamations. Adrian looks at<br />
Rico – not by any stretch of the imagination a handsome man, a<br />
mismatched face of wormhole pores, inconsiderably assembled,<br />
a face that’d look right in the back of a spoon – and Adrian says,<br />
“there’s a Happening tonight at the Bluecoat.”<br />
“You wha’?”<br />
“Lots of people, lots of art: our revolution.”<br />
“A Buddhist monk in an act of self-immolation? That Peel fella<br />
from the radio station? A poet in potent flow? Polyrhythmic drum<br />
patterns and hundreds of girls in short skirts?”<br />
“Yes. All of that – and more.”<br />
“Are you sure?”<br />
“No,” says Adrian. “I forgot to book the monk. If I’d have known<br />
I’m living in one of the most exciting periods in history, I’d have<br />
taken more notice.”<br />
THE BLUECOAT is 300 years old this year. In a digital age, one<br />
where history turns over hourly, it is an almost unwieldy amount<br />
of time to consider. Nowadays people only count to 100 when<br />
Likes are involved. Or hostages. Few galleries can lay claim<br />
to such longevity and few polymaths can preside over such a<br />
magnificent sundry as Adrian Henri. A poet, painter, musician<br />
and much more (a great encourager, an instigator of creativity<br />
in others and himself), this benevolent spirit intertwined his<br />
history with that of the Bluecoat, providing Liverpool with an<br />
embarrassment of riches and a place in which to display them.<br />
It was – and remains – the jewelry box in the centre of town, a<br />
building that has outlived and withstood the ravages of bombs<br />
and the wars waged by property developers. It was there when<br />
any man, woman or child was a walking war memorial and it’ll be<br />
there after duplex developers have been dicked-off.<br />
From The Singh Twins to Mark Leckey, there are plenty of<br />
artists on show in Public View – the exhibition that runs the<br />
length of its 300-day programme of anniversary events – who<br />
share simpatico with the Bluecoat’s ideals, but few are as<br />
‘Pudlian as Henri: son of a Mauritian refugee, a bard-like Nina<br />
Simone, his poetry remains raw and imbued with visceral bite,<br />
gifted with the flâneur’s eye that’s able to see great beauty where<br />
others saw little. If your parents didn’t pay for your school fees,<br />
you’ve probably studied the Mersey Sound, the anthology in<br />
which he featured alongside lyrical accomplices Roger McGough<br />
and Brian Pattern, which remains hugely popular and is never<br />
ever out of print. Henri’s art was executed with a defiant wink,<br />
his confidence buoyed by being at the centre of an artistic scene<br />
that was the centre of the world’s creative output. The art critic<br />
Jonathan Jones readily acknowledges Henri’s place in the avantgarde<br />
and Liverpool’s singular way of expressing modernity.<br />
The paintings themselves – Omo packets, unmade beds and<br />
uncooked meat – all speak of human interaction: the everyday<br />
exchange. “It’s happening,” said Adrian, “it’s all happening now.<br />
And it’s not happening anywhere else.”<br />
Survival: it’s natural to consider its nature when 300 years’<br />
worth of birthday cards are standing upon the mantelpiece. The<br />
Bluecoat has been many different things to many different people<br />
at many different times. In fact, it has had to be in order to keep<br />
opening creative doors, their own new automatic ones included.<br />
The full breadth of events planned for the 300 days are a great<br />
illustration of this eclecticism, one with inclusiveness at its heart.<br />
On any given day, any one of us could take part in sociological<br />
debates on how we live within the city and how the city lives<br />
within us, under the stewardship of Sociologist-in-Residence Dr<br />
Paul Jones. We can become a part of the building’s fascinating<br />
history by taking part in My Bluecoat and contributing our own<br />
stories of relationship to it, a Heritage Lottery Fund-supported<br />
project. Or we can indulge in the rest of Public View, which<br />
brings together a sample of the work of 100 artists who have<br />
previously exhibited at the Bluecoat (Yoko Ono and Jeremy Deller<br />
among them). There’s art for the inquisitive minds of children,<br />
which plays and romps upon the building’s origins as a charity<br />
school. There is dancing. There will be paint and installation.<br />
From inside its walls, many hobbyists have left with a<br />
kernel of an idea and thoughts of a new creative endeavour;<br />
some have printed upon silk screens. In the garden, others<br />
have heard immigrant songs and strummed along in their head,<br />
appreciation of the other enriching all the time. All of the region’s<br />
highly regarded artists have had their first significant shows<br />
at the Bluecoat, and still they return in rude health having had<br />
successes over the waters. This role as Great Encourager is as<br />
valuable to the national consciousness as it is to individual spirit.<br />
In austere times where regional galleries face precarious cliffs,<br />
you wonder how many people share this view or appreciate<br />
how important this is. Giving people a platform for greater<br />
things – artists and audience alike – is not a rarefied luxury but<br />
a fundamental societal right. Adrian Henri understood the art of<br />
communication was an act of ubiquitous populist importance.<br />
And his definition of ‘populist importance’ remains superior to<br />
any other being trotted out today. Here’s to him and the next<br />
300 years. !<br />
Words: A. W. Wilde / awwilde.co.uk<br />
Illustration: Lucy Roberts / lucyannerobertsillustration.com<br />
thebluecoat.org.uk<br />
Public View runs until 23rd <strong>April</strong>, with a variety of other<br />
exhibitions and events running throughout the year that<br />
celebrate The Bluecoat’s 300th anniversary.<br />
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