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Retail Therapy...
Oct. 14th, 2008 05:08 pmI went walking around town this afternoon, doing a couple of chores.
I then dropped into the Ingleby Gallery to see what their latest show was like; neither of the two artists on show – Richard Forster and Ruth Claxton particularly impressed: with Forster, I thought “I could do that… And I have, many times! Just as successfully!”, whilst Claxton made me think, “fun idea, but so what?”
However, they had several items by other artists which I really liked: I had to stop myself buying an original, lifesize Anthony Gormley print (cheap at £6,000…), which I’ll probably regret doing (I still regret not buying a Howard Hodgkin print fifteen years ago – when I could have afforded it, too! I wish I had!).
(By the way, the floor of the gallery still had dribbles of mother of pearl embedded in it, left over from their festival show… I didn’t particularly like the exhibit, but there is something rather lovely about the inlaid stones still being there.)
Walking back, I managed to avoid being sucked into Waterstones – I have several unread books and a pile of Granta still to read, too.
However, the siren within Fopp drew me in. I couldn’t help it.
I picked up…
And all for less than £20!
I nearly picked up a couple of Dexter Gordon CDs, too - Go and Our Man In Paris - I didn’t because I know I have them both on vinyl, and I couldn’t remember whether – or which – I have on CD. This was a good move – I do actually have Go; I might go back to pick up Our Man In Paris tomorrow – I mean, for £3? Jeez!
I then dropped into the Ingleby Gallery to see what their latest show was like; neither of the two artists on show – Richard Forster and Ruth Claxton particularly impressed: with Forster, I thought “I could do that… And I have, many times! Just as successfully!”, whilst Claxton made me think, “fun idea, but so what?”
However, they had several items by other artists which I really liked: I had to stop myself buying an original, lifesize Anthony Gormley print (cheap at £6,000…), which I’ll probably regret doing (I still regret not buying a Howard Hodgkin print fifteen years ago – when I could have afforded it, too! I wish I had!).
(By the way, the floor of the gallery still had dribbles of mother of pearl embedded in it, left over from their festival show… I didn’t particularly like the exhibit, but there is something rather lovely about the inlaid stones still being there.)
Walking back, I managed to avoid being sucked into Waterstones – I have several unread books and a pile of Granta still to read, too.
However, the siren within Fopp drew me in. I couldn’t help it.
I picked up…
- Heaven Seventeen – The Luxury Gap, largely because Let Me Go is just great dance music, and I remember bopping about at discos in the 80s to it… (Temptation is pretty good, too!)
- New Order – Low Life to add the many other New Order CDs I have because This Time Of Night is just a fucking brilliant example of mixing drums and electronic rhythms, and I can’t understand why I didn’t have on my iPod before
- Spiritualized – Songs In A&E, since I thought they sounded pretty good when I saw them on Later… a while ago
- Lee Morgan – The Sidewinder – mostly because I realised I didn’t have any Lee Morgan as himself (he is on several Art Blakey CDs I have), and The Sidewinder itself is a quintessential Blue Note track
and… - Horace Silver – Song For My Father, because I don’t have any Steely Dan on my iPod, either…
And all for less than £20!
I nearly picked up a couple of Dexter Gordon CDs, too - Go and Our Man In Paris - I didn’t because I know I have them both on vinyl, and I couldn’t remember whether – or which – I have on CD. This was a good move – I do actually have Go; I might go back to pick up Our Man In Paris tomorrow – I mean, for £3? Jeez!
