Here follows the details of our first CBTR Social Club of 2018.
A celebration of Liverpool’s mighty river and that which straddles it, Caught by the River Mersey will take place at The Social, Little Portland Street, on Wednesday 17 January. The programme features:
A rare screening of You’ll Never Walk Alone, the cult Liverpool-centric documentary made for French television in 1992, with appearances from Ian McCulloch, Michael and John Head of Shack, Edgar Jones and many other ‘faces’ from the city’s music scene;
A screening of Passing Tides – Roisin Burns’s short film which follows Bill Ryder-Jones (ex of The Coral) around his native Birkenhead;
An In Conversation hosted by Ted Kessler, featuring Roisin and Bill, as well as JD Beauvallet and Paul Fitzgerald, who both appear in You’ll Never Walk Alone.
MC duties, as usual, fall to John Andrews, whilst Diva and Daisy of Caught by the River/Heavenly Recordings are prepped to man the decks.
Tickets cost £7 in advance (+ booking fee) and are available here.
Tapping into some idea of what an annual might be, or at least look like, this new book is a hardback with printed paper over boards, and uncoated stock. The contributions are from some of the writers, artists, and researchers that Uniform have worked with, or are currently working with, on books and in Uniformagazine.
Contributors: John Bevis, Peter Blegvad, Kevin Boniface, Janet Boulton, Angus Carlyle, J. R. Carpenter, Rebecca Chesney, Les Coleman, Simon Cutts, Caitlin DeSilvey, Michael Hampton, Matthew Kelly, Cathy Lane, Brian Lewis, Phil Owen, Colin Sackett,
Dawn Scarfe, Tim Staples, Gertrude Stein, Erica Van Horn, Ian Waites, Nathan Walker, Tom Wilkinson and Ken Worpole. Ken’s essay is a tribute to the work of John Berger who died in 2017.
124pp, 238 x 168mm, hardback
Price £15.00 Free postage in the UK until the end of the year.
Further details and to order direct
Caught by the River thanks to Ken Worpole
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