DJANGOLOGY!

Another day in Nori Salon, an opportunity to get some feedback about 'comment of the week'. The images and text inspired plenty of lively banter and generated a few ideas for the future.

Firstly, Jenni suggested that the Disco Injuries poster could be adjusted to include the hours between 3 and 7am! (this was followed by her revealing a nasty case of dancefloor elbow.)  

Calum mentioned that the comment of the week images might translate well into a series of t-shirts. He then went on to talk about his interests. He was in a band for a while. The Heralds. They've got a few tunes on myspace: www.myspace.com/theheraldsmusic

Also, he said his dad was a professional musician, inspired by Gypsy Jazz and the sound of Django Reinhardt. He spoke about visiting obscure music festivals on the continent, watching his dad jamming with famous musicians. I asked if that music you hear on the holiday programme and Ibiza chillout compilations, you know, the guitar sounds of The Gypsy Kings, was anything to do with Gypsy Jazz. (well, they've got the word Gypsy in their name!) Calum was very patient with me, saying that it probably had it's roots in the Genre, but it wasn't strictly the sound developed by the disfigured Frenchman ( Django was badly burnt when his caravan caught fire. They reckon it was his wife's synthetic flowers that kindled the blaze.) Calum is a totally natural storyteller, going on to tell me about the many other creative people that populate his life.  Graphic designers, painters, musicians, to name a few, and many still based in Dundee. He spoke of his friendship with the artist Graeme Roger and the many projects he'd seen Graeme involved in. Graeme recently moved up to Elgin, so he said he hadn't spoken to him in a while.

Graeme Roger pictured here whilst living in his hut as a hermit for the 2003 'Roadshow' Project. 

Next up, I was involved in discussion with Liam regarding the ' Celebrity Smile', and just what it takes to maintain the old pearly whites. The perfect smile, short of extensive dental intervention, requires regular bleaching, I was informed. I expressed my reservations at slapping peroxide around my gums, but Liam said he had no sensitivity. A Lottery win, he said, would see him on the first plane out of here, straight to a Californian dentist for some top of the range caps. Jenni reckoned he had the early stages of body dysmorphia. I kept my yellowing, coffee stained gnashers hidden as I laughed.