Hi, I started writing and performing last summer. So far I have performed 20+ times at various different open mic nights. Recently I performed at a charity all day band fest at a local pub. I have been published on the CWP (Cheshire Wiral Patnership - Mental Health Trust) calendar, one poem called Eject-Mykoket-Bipolar and another called 97.7% Chimpansee the Human Condition. Stage double is due to be published for mind (for better mental health). One piece called Community was featured on the canalside community radio website - www.ccr-fm.co.uk I would say that I am more of a story teller than a poet and wouldnt really know the difference between the two. I studied Physics rather than English as a Degree.
Stage Double People are always telling you how to act, what to do, what to say when you’re up on stage. Should I be a white rapper pretending to be black, yo my hommies would y’all like that. Or maybe stand up here and rebel, tell you all about how the establishment has sent us all to hell. Could I be a rock star with that cocksure strut, Well what do you say, is that me, is that what you’ve come down here expecting to see. People are always telling you how to act, what to do, what to say when you’re up on stage. Maybe I’ll play my acoustic, Singing those same old songs about the girl that got away. It would be fun if I could stand up here and make you smile, Laugh and let us all forget our troubles for a while. Or would you like some tales of a bitter romance, how I’d do any to make you like me if I only had the chance, Another emo kid with the world on his shoulders, why me? why me? Typing away on my latest iphone no one understands me, Why, did this have to happen to me, life is so unfair, I hate you all. Well what do you say, is that me, is that what you’ve come down here expecting to see. People are always telling you how to act, what to do, what to say when you’re up on stage. Could I write a pop song, those 4 chords we know so well, rinse and repeat that could go down well. Would you like to see me lay some lyrics over a hip hop beat all decked out in bling, a few boasts about my life, the big I am, you know you just want to be me. Well here goes, Yo yo yo its Chizzie rascal here on the microphone, I volunteer down at ccr, Now i don’t get paid, yeah thats how I roll I’m unemployed, check my benefits out, Yeah Ya get those for free, Sitting down here with my degree, don’t ya’ll love how they fucked the economy. Can I get a hell yeah Now you’ll see me rollin by, check me my sweet ride out, got my own chauffer Yeah, public transport is how I get by Well what do you say, is that me, is that what you’ve come down here expecting to see. People are always telling you how to act, what to do, what to say when you’re up on stage. How about a little theatre, although never quite mastered how to act, After all the world’s a stage and all men and women are merely players What if I were to crank up those guitars and scream into the microphone, I sold my soul to the devil, let’s all worship the gods of heavy metal Maybe it’s time to sing the blues, all about my achy breaky heart. Well what do say, which do you think should get the part. -The Duplicity of all stage performers and the struggle to find your identity and beliefs, in a mixed up world. Plus a combination of advice from various different performers I have met whilst performing. It is meant to be satirical in nature i hope that was brought across in the writing.
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Lost in time (23/08/2013)
Facebook Nation (23/08/2013)
Cut of the deck (23/08/2013)
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