From the avant garde to the W.I. - a part improvised and part scripted performance of words, music and knitting. A child's woollen hat is knit and placed on the head of a new born world.
Four monologues written and performed by Ian McMillan
with music composed and performed by Billy Jenkins.
Featuring Andy Diagram (ex James) on trumpet, loops and
and Angie Harrison (ex Hallé) on viola and knitting needles.
HAT blew off on a whirlwind 'Breaking Borders' Tour
supported by Yorkshire Arts, Northern Arts, North West Arts
and the Arts Council Of England. knocking the socks off
audiences in Halifax, Newcastle and York, who were invited to
knit during the performance.
HAT was last doffed at the V&A in London in MArch 2004
. Patten for knitting your own Elvis wig here!
This is a crossover project that draws together personnel from the worlds of rock, poetry, classical music and avant-garde jazz. McMillan's words are accompanied by a tapestry of sound generated by the cornet player and electronics wizard Andy Diagram (from James), viola player Angie Harrison (from the Hall Orchestra) and the jazz guitar improviser Billy Jenkins (who comes from his own planet entirely).
Jenkins is primarily responsible for the strange mutations of the score, which lurches capriciously from his own Howling-Wolf-on-steroids stylisms to Diagram's digitally treated trumpet. Harrison mediates with the mellow tones of her viola, though every so often she puts her instrument aside and picks up her knitting.
The idea is that while McMillan completes his surreal extemporisations on great pieces of knitwear - such as the mythical output of One-Handed Alice - each member of the ensemble produces their own woolly hat. Harrison, who claims to have knitted in all the great concert venues of the world, comes up with a very creditable beanie. Jenkins, whose knitting turns out to be as free-form as his guitar improvisations, produces spaghetti.
It's good fun, but it never really gets beyond its own kookiness. There are brilliant flashes of individual inspiration, but guitar, viola, sampled brass and a South Yorkshire raconteur hardly make for a stable sonic combination. But for sheer originality of this uncompromising one-off you have to take your hat off to them.