Chris Floyd: Clean Living Under Difficult Circumstances.

The Badge Of A Wifebeater

Posted in Me Myself & I, Personal Projects, Uncategorized by Chris Floyd on February 9, 2012

This is as heavy as any piece of armour worn at Agincourt.  Created by Fee Doran of Mrs Jones in London. Among her other creations was a pair of trousers made for Justin Hawkins of The Darkness.  The unique thing about those was that they were made entirely from pairs of knickers thrown at him onstage by female fans. Tasty.

 

Five Hundred & Eighty Three Words on Memphis

Posted in Uncategorized by Chris Floyd on February 1, 2010

Flaunt Magazine spread 2004

These photographs were taken in Memphis in 2002.  I learned some lessons.  Maybe some of these lessons are true.  My dad did a good job of raising a cynic by constantly reminding me to believe half of what I see and nothing of what I hear.  He is an accountant and I am his son.  Accountants do not have ideas.  They have doubts.  I suppose he didn’t want me to get let down by the limitations of life.  Memphis neutralises that though.  It makes me a believer.  This is what I learned.

William 'Pinetop' Perkins

Ike Turner

I learned from Ike Turner that there really are 2 sides to every story.  I learned from Jim Dickinson that they hated Elvis in Memphis when he was alive and now that he’s dead they love the money that he brings in.  I saw that Phineas Newborn Jr lives on in the disposition of his brother Calvin.  How shattering it can be to wake up every day, late in life, with a sense of loss.  Rendered dour by the knowledge that atonement can only come on judgment day.  I learned that Bob Dylan was as excited as any kid to have found a lucky penny on the stage of Humes High School (Elvis’ place of education) when the principal let him stand on it while the kids were in class.  Gatemouth Moore taught me that you should always leave something on the plate, especially when you’re in his church.  Willie Mitchell likes to use the word motherfucker.  He also doesn’t like to pay a drummer more than $75.   Solomon Burke preached the lesson of concession control.  When you tour make sure that you’re the one selling the popcorn.  But Cozy Corner’s Cornish game hens taught me how close to God food can be.  I learned the value of a good hat from Pinetop Perkins.  If you are a photographer who shows up and asks to photograph Ernest Withers he will be flattered and sell you one of his prints for a 20% discount.  Withers was the photographer with Martin Luther King in the days leading up to his murder.  And I learned from James Alexander that he is a lucky man.  Alexander was the man who missed the flight that killed Otis Redding and all but one of the Bar Kays.

Sam Carr

Calvin Newborn

Those are some good lessons for a four week investment paid in installments.  However, the biggest lesson I learned came from the city of Memphis itself.  God, food, and music. The order can change depending on one’s mood and what day of the week it is but it’s always those three things.  I’m not from there, you’d be right to tell me that I know nothing and that I have no right to make these pronouncements.  I’m from London and I’ve lived in New York for over 4 years.  In that time I’ve been to 38 states.  It is the only place in America I have seen that is not prostrating itself on an orgy of aspirations.  Aspirations that are of no nutritional value.    Memphis has a nobility about it’s demeanour.  It’s yearnings are human.

Willie Mitchell

When I tell people that I have been to Memphis they say to me, “Memphis?  Isn’t Elvis from Memphis?”.  As if that’s all it is.   My answer is always the same.  Yes, Elvis is from Memphis.  But it wasn’t Elvis that made Memphis.  It was Memphis that made Elvis and everybody should get to taste what made Elvis.  Good and Bad.  Then you will know.

Too late, baby

The Consequences of Trajectory

Posted in Uncategorized by Chris Floyd on January 15, 2010

I’ve recently become obsesssed with the significance of trajectory in my career.  This has been brought about by a book I’m reading on the Apollo 13 moon mission that went wrong.  There is a point in the story where, with what little fuel they have available and 250,000 miles from home, the astonauts have to fire their engines and adjust the ship’s trajectory so as to put them in line for a good earth re-entry position.  Their current trajectory is in line to send them 40,000 miles past the earth.  To correct this the engines need to be fired for six minutes.  Six minutes is not much to effect a difference of 40,000 miles over a distance of a quarter of a million miles.  The point of this is that over such a long distance, the slightest wiggle has a massive effect at the other end and I’ve recently been thinking about the fact that I’ve realised I set myself on a course 17 years ago that was easier but possibly wrong – though barely perceptible at the time – and the upshot of the story is that 17 years later I’ve arrived at a destination that I’m beginning to think has me 40,000 miles away from where I wanted to be.  So now, I may have to burn my fuel & my engines for a good deal longer than 6 minutes to get me back on what I think is the correct course for re-entry.

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