The Great Busking World-Record Challenge!

What is it?

I'm going to be attempting to set a Guinness World Record for the longest busk, aiming to busk continuously for at least 29 hours with my accordion. It'll be long. It'll be tiring... but it's all to raise money for the brilliant Comic Relief charity, so it'll be worth it.

When is it?

The event is currently scheduled to start at 2pm on the 28th of February and end at approximately 9pm on the 1st of March! The location is pending, but at the moment it is likely to be on the South bank by the river in a little square surrounded by trees.

Who is it?

Hello. I'm James. I've been busking on and off for the last few years and I'm in many lovely bands.

The challenge itself will involve me and my trusted pal, the Accordion, playing non-stop for a very, very long time. However, occasionally I will be swapping to percussion as many other equally-crazy bands join in for the musical mayhem that will follow from on-going sleep deprivation. One of which, my beloved 'Ze Trio!' have played at many brilliant places such as the Olympics, Trafalgar Square, on the Eurostar and at the O2! And shall me joining me at various impromptu moments across the two days.

The challenge has been organised in connection with a show by the lovely comedian Mark Watson, who is attempting to do a 25 hour show at the Pleasance Islington. During the show various brave souls will be attempting equally brilliant challenges and at various points during my attempt I will be linked up to the show so people can follow my progress. (Click the link below for his blog post)

Mark's Blog of the event: Blog

And follow this link for trio mischief: Ze Trio - Knights Of Cydonia (by Muse)


Help?


If you'd like to help out, that would be incredible! During the challenge I will need to be kept alive; in the form of food, water and general keeping-me-safe things. I also need help with staying in contact with the outside world via twitter, Facebook, phones, Skype and whatever other forms of media we can throw into the mix.

So if this sounds like something you would like to be a part of, please email me at:

exitproductionsuk@gmail.com

or via twitter at:

twitter.com/lobsterlinguini


More updates will follow in the next 2 weeks!

Wish me luck.

James

ANOTHER POST!? Yes. Another post.

Hello.

These are my housemates.

Enjoy.

A Poem.

Magic orange, lemon duck,
Dog filled cloudy mystic luck,
Hot air woman, massive leaf,
Roasty, toasty, yum red beef.

Donkey, turnip turtle dust,
Melon, canine fiddle lust,
Music makes the world go round,
Plagiaristic rabbit sound.

Hippo carving horse head sam,
Eating music shut up, ham.
Squirrel catapulting cat.
Wish I hadn't thought of that.

Hello.

I seem to have hit the proverbial brick wall. In life that is. I haven't actually hit a wall. That would probably hurt my hand.

A Haiku..

Autumn, need a drink.
Me, on the rocks with a twist.
I fell off a cliff.

A Night at the Theatre: Duckie's Lullaby at the Barbican.

What do 29 beds, translucent flying animals and a magician goose with a top hat have in common? ..probably one of the most bizarre and intriguing nights of the theatre you'll ever experience. Lullaby at the Barbican has opened it's bedroom doors for a month, inviting an unexpected audience to drift into a gentle slumber in their very own single, double or triple bed. As you arrive at the theatre, just as most shows are normally finishing, this is just getting started. Once at the check in desk you are greeted by a receptionist with a look that seems fresh out of an 'I love lucy' episode. After check in and some tasty hot chocolate (it really is very tasty) you are lead to the changing room to get into your PJs and slippers or in my case; T-shirt and board shorts. The oddly clad, slightly vulnerable audience are then invited into the pit to start a show that explores the dadaist with a symphony of silliness. However, once the absurdity has washed over you, it's clear to see that the show has been very cleverly thought out. From the story of a lonely man's growing imagination to the rotating, hypnotic Octopi.. the show creates an illusion that is very calming and instantly sparks off a chorus of yawns from the transfixed onlookers. By the time the show moved to it's fading lullaby, the majority of the audience were already deep in a silent slumber.

As we gather around a retro breakfast of eggs and soldiers, fresh from possibly one of the most incredible wake up calls I've ever experienced; the audience are buzzing from a night that is truly unique.. and with it being much cheaper than the best budget hotel and a comfortably affordable theatre ticket, this is an overnight experience that is not to be missed.

Lullaby by Duckie, playing in the Pit at the Barbican until the 24th of July 2011..

A Poem About Staying Awake for No Reason

Countless hours drop like morning dew

Through thought & time a day finds you,

Night meets its dawn, at dawn a yawn,

And sleep the whole day through.