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Peter Stamford

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  • Comment on: In pictures: David Chipperfield's Hepworth Gallery

    Peter Stamford's comment 20 November, 2009 0:55 am

    Perhaps I should visit this building to understand its worth but I expect I'd be disappointed. What is it with this preoccupation amongst some architects to take a vernacular form or building grouping more associated with timber or temporary structures and then cast it in concrete - Rachel Whitread did this 15 years ago.

    Is Chippy's preoccupation with 'form' too clever for its own good ? This reminds me of a song by Gang Starr called ' Form of Intellect' - me thinks it could have been written about Chippy:

    Tell me, do you have a clue of what to do
    Can you groove to this smooth tune, you must presume
    it's important, for you to follow this creation
    And hey Son, life is more than having fun
    So run and get some help with the problems that you face
    Take a taste of the bass put your perspective in place
    Get real, deep, so you can keep involved
    Revolve and solve, so you can make the calls
    like a supervisor he who is wiser than the others
    Cause they need someone to advise them to discover
    things that they don't know so the papers I will check
    Then they'll start to grow to this form of intellect

    (DJ Premier cuts "individual with intellect" --> unknown)

    [Guru]
    When the road is too steep, do you have the stamina
    First album took us two weeks, since then we have been plannin
    an exclusive attraction, produce it to your satisfaction
    Those of you lackin, we will put you back in your slime
    so you can think and get a grip of
    yourself by yourself, and then you'll get a sip of
    a gift that's equipped with the script that shocks
    You can take a walk ?on God?
    With your mouth wide open, hoping you can find a
    way to display similar actions in a kind of mockery
    [ Gang Starr Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
    Cause you don't realize the cost to be
    creative genius please, I'm too clean to play
    Glance per chance, watch GangStarr perfect
    And dance your pants like champs, to this form of intellect

    (DJ Premier cuts "Man with intellect" --> Lord Finesse

  • Comment on: Architect plans massive man-made mountain

    Peter Stamford's comment 19 November, 2009 2:16 pm

    has he thought about disabled access ?

  • Comment on: Departing CABE head tells architects to resign from 'bad schemes'

    Peter Stamford's comment 19 November, 2009 2:12 pm

    This is all well and good, but architects have to live - would CABE compensate me if I resigned from a job with an ugly client ? I think not. Perhaps John doesnt realise its cold out there ? .....this leads me beautifully into song:

    I really can't stay
    Baby it's cold outside
    I've got to go away
    Baby it's cold outside
    This evening has been
    Been hoping that you'd drop in
    So very nice
    I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice

    My mother will start to worry
    Beautiful, what's your hurry?
    And my father will be pacing the floor
    Just listen to that fireplace roar
    Now really I'd better scurry
    Sweetheart, what's your hurry?
    Well maybe just a half a drink more
    Why don't you put some records on while I pour

    All the neighbors might think
    But baby, it's bad out there
    Say, what's in this drink?
    No cabs to be had out there
    Oh, I wish I knew how
    Your eyes are like starlight now
    To break this spell
    I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell

    I ought to say no, no, no, sir
    Mind if I move in closer
    At least I'm gonna say that I tried
    What's the sense in hurting my pride?
    I really can't stay
    Baby don't hold out
    Oh, but it's cold outside

    I simply must go
    Baby, it's cold outside
    The answer is no
    But baby, it's cold out there
    Oh, this welcome has been
    So lucky that you dropped in
    So nice and warm
    Look out that window at that storm

    My sister will be suspicious
    Gosh, your lips look delicious
    And my brother will be there at the door
    Waves upon a tropical shore
    Oh, my maiden aunt's mind is vicious
    Ooo, baby you're so delicious
    Well maybe just one little kiss more
    Never such a blizzard before

    Oh, I've got to go home
    You'll freeze to the bone out there
    Say, lend me a comb
    It's up to your knees out there
    You've really been grand
    I thrill when you touch my hand
    But don't you see?
    How can you do this thing to me?

    Oh, there's bound to be talk tomorrow
    Making my lifelong sorrow
    Well at least there will be plenty implied
    If you caught pneumonia and died
    But I really can't stay
    Get over that old out
    Baby it's cold outside

    Ooo ooo ooo
    Hey, I gotta get out of here
    Come on, baby
    Come on what?
    Just give me five minutes more
    You sure know how to wear a girl down, don't you?
    Okay, okay, okay, okay

  • Comment on: Prime Minister: 'British design and architecture are second to none'

    Peter Stamford's comment 19 November, 2009 2:06 pm

    I'm slightly more cynical about Gordon Brown's motives - is he trying to be a trendy PM ? My invite to the event was lost in the post but had I been there I probaly would have cut to the quick and said 'yo Brown, yol Savin Grace is you ?' I then would have sung Saving Grace (great Tom Petty song):

    I’m passing sleeping cities
    Fading by degrees
    Not believing all I see to be so

    I’m flyin’ over backyards
    Country homes and ranches
    Watching life between the branches below

    And it’s hard to say
    Who you are these days
    But you run on anyway
    Don’t you baby?

    You keep running for another place
    To find that saving grace

    I’m moving on alone over ground that no one owns
    Past statues that atone for my sins
    There’s a guard on every door
    And a drink on every floor
    Overflowing with a thousand amens

    And it’s hard to say
    Who you are these days
    But you run on anyway
    Don’t you baby?

    You keep running for another place
    To find that saving grace
    Don’t you baby?

    You’re rolling up the carpet
    Of your father’s two-room mansion
    No headroom for expansion no more
    And there’s a corner of the floor
    They’re telling you is yours
    You’re confident but not really sure

    And it’s hard to say
    Who you are these days
    But you run on anyway
    Don’t you baby?

    You keep running for another place
    To find that saving grace

    Don’t you baby?

    You keep running for another place
    to find that saving grace

    Don't you baby?

    Sometimes you have to make a stand and pass on the mini yorkshire puddings.

  • Comment on: £5m Manser maison: Recession, what recession?

    Peter Stamford's comment 14 November, 2009 4:22 pm

    Is this building the enemy of smart science fiction? Are buildings that let us escape reality always inconsequential fluff? That's what people argue — but the reverse is true. Escapism is an architectural impulse, and escapist art is the highest art...

    First of all, let's dispose of this false dichotomy between "escapism" and "realism." Neither of those things is ever entirely pure, and each always contains elements of the other. Any time you have a flight of fancy, or a grace note, or an elivening metaphor, in a "realist" work, you are engaging in escapism. Because whenever you invoke the imagination, or suggest another world (made out of thought, or images) beyond your protagonist's "real" world, you're allowing the reader a brief escape. And in fact, if you look at "real life," some of our "realest" experiences involve escape...

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