Recording artist Anthony Reynolds (above) talks about the Beauty Power Movement
After a heated discussion over cold coffee, Anthony Reynolds and Neil Scott, the two founder members of The Beauty Power Movement came up with the following manifesto.
The first Beauty Power act was carried out by Anthony Reynolds and Neil Scott behind Euston Station, London, UK on Monday 17th January 2005. A 7" Vinyl record of Elvis Presley's 'In the Ghetto/Any Day now" was placed on some lost ground at the corner of Cardington St.
Below Anthony Reynolds talks up the genesis of The Beauty Power.
In early 2000 I had to get a train every day from Dalston to Twickenham.¬† I was making an Album at September Sound studios there.¬† Pretty quickly the novelty of playing at being a commuter wore off.¬† I found myself trying to concentrate on what was going on outside of the window.¬† I don't like looking at the public, generally.
The train stopped quite often for no apparent reason at odd locations.¬† I realised these were places not meant for human habitation.¬† They were nothing but...t best they were places to pass through.¬† I remember specifically, we'd stop a mile or whatever outside Twickenham and the ground was kind of dead.¬† Neither this nor that, here or there. Sometimes there'd be junk.¬† A discarded speaker from a Home Hi-fi, the obligatory single shoe and/or Shopping trolley.¬† Lonely places. I was getting to spend a lot of time looking at these places.
I realised with a sinking heart that if I had any kind of mission or duty ¬†as a Songwriter/Artist or whatever, then it was inexplicably and inexorably connected to this type of place-both as a metaphor and an actual physical space.
Forcing myself to concentrate on an abandoned tennis court one day I came up with the lines;
Searching once again/For the beauty in the wire/the good in the bad shit/I know the Sun's on Fire/I just don't believe it
From then on I started to feel an attachment-not¬†exclusively-¬†to boarded up pubs, Cul de sacs and the like.¬† I'd walk around east London 'marking' these places with my presence.
One morning, after a heavy Binge, I found myself sat in an old abandoned Black Taxi cab down some dodgy alley off of Kingsland road, daring the wreck to remain lost and abandoned.
I'm pretty sure these geographical sites are mirroring places¬† and states inside me; unattended, nameless, lost corners of my heart and mind. Unable to pinpoint these parts of my psyche exactly,¬†I figured I'd start from the outside in.
A helpful way toward exorcising a demon is to begin by naming it.
Also,¬†through affirmative, basic, physical action-the placing of beautiful and meaningful objects within a lost, meaningless place-¬†I want to convince myself and perhaps others of my own deep suspicions; That Death and loneliness are illusions.
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