Andreas Grant

Biography

Andreas Grant, celebrated bon vivant & mixologist of tipular fixings. Kicked off in February 2009, since then performed at: Dark Carnival, Old Vic Tunnels 2010, summer festivals Standon Calling & Kimberly. Summer 2012 will perform at: Insider festival, 15th - 17th of June and Nozstock Festival 27-29th July. Has performed at these nights (amongst many others); Unlit, Hammer & Tongue, Writer's Block, Book Club Boutique, Rum Punch, Hackney Empire, Everybody's Got to Be Somewhere, Brighton, Whitechapel Art Gallery, the Social, Poet Laureate at Bob Harris COMMUNICATORIUM, Neal's Yard Meeting Rooms, Covent Garden at events hosting talks by: Oliver James, Alain De Botton & Professor Keith Popple, (http://www.bobharrispsychotherapy.com/phdi/p1.nsf/supppages/2371?opendocument&part=6) Noztock festival 20112 & Global Feast in Stratford during the Olympics 2012. Radio: 209 Radio Cambridge, Xstreameast & Resonance FM London, published: Beat the Dust lit mag, 20 Hoxton Street Gallery Art Mag and released single: "GUN", collaboration with music producer Cloudfist Conceptz (listen): http://cloudfistconceptz.bandcamp.com/track/gun?type=email&sig=4bcd989ca04fc0428abee82d4738dbfd&auto=mp3-320&payment_id=3120558315 Currently recording EP with Lino Heller. Has run his own performance nights in the West and East end of London: Glitterbeast, Not Night, THISISNOTABAR, No Strings Attached, BEAT "Dylan Thomas meets X-factor" the BIG ISSUE "The Dark Carnival itself encourages the audience to move around the Old Vic Tunnels experiencing the art that they come across. At one table, the performance poet Andreas Grant asks us to sit down and gives us a personal reading from a menu of various themes. Being soppy souls, we opt for romance and are then treated to a couple of minutes of live poetry as Andreas recites with brio and without notes a poem he wrote on the topic" The Lodonist "We also stumbled upon the verses of Andreas Grant who took us to one side and offered us a menu offering food for the soul in the form of "Speed Poetry" themes. We opted for an 18+ for a spicy starter, then a thriller to sink our minds into for the main course rounded off with sweet romance for dessert. Grant referred to his files for the first two, expertly delivering his reading with confidence, then conjured up the final piece from the recesses of his mind for a heart-warming romantic finale" Zap! Bang! Magazine review The Dark Carnival "Splendid and clever, with lots of dynamic and surprising phrases" Nikk Quentin Wolf, The Art Show, Xstream East Radio "Andreas Grant...High class/crass/camp king of the unexpected" Poets On Fire "Poems of vision and voyage" Art Terry, Is Black Music, Resonance FM "Poetry is a brave expose' of one’s vulnerability and Andreas Grant set a contagious tone....Indeed, it was an unforgettable occasion." An Audience with Oliver James

Samples

I have abandoned blood I have abandoned shoes I can still walk No need to complicate matters further I have abandoned Clothes They never kept the cold away I have abandoned hope Stung a bit, yeah But still Less baggage Fear That's a tricky one It’s in the bones, you see So I have abandoned bones Food The fun never lasts So I have abandoned fun Drugs Sex Sleep You Now that’s a different story I’m not still bleeding I have abandoned blood FIRST I have changed my mind I shall die young another time I shall lie awake all day and live at night I shall speak backwards to retards I shall fight the wrong fight I shall blow holes in the abyss I shall kill a stranger who I just have kissed I shall step down from failure and play atonal notes to bliss I shall scream soundlessly to a crowd of no one I shall repent the original sin I shall terpentine paintings at the national gallery till the canvas's plain again I shall hand in my salary to the criminaly insane I shall donate my fortunes to losers and my losses to fame I shall look forward to the past I shall smile to the sound of anger because I'm free at last I Came to Fight As them rays cut sharply my face to smithereens And the stench of morning air rips my lungs apart at the seams It´s easy to forget the world before we knew it How we used to bite of much harder than we could ever chew it How we used to wake up with out falling into just another dream How we used to be more real than we used to seem It's the last month of London I think they call it September Where lost battles die and old pain is to old to remember Where soldiers from home sharpen their spear And the truth´s deported to one big lie That just refuse to dissapear where moments fall from the sky like showers Where we die in the arms of hours Where my eyes are wet yet my face's still dry What a fool was I to chase hope in the heart of others to fall When all I wanna do is get high The memory of you stings more than regret I was never here but then again, you never really left (did you?) You can only do the same mistake once Stuck on repeat like a broken record in heat I´d do it again if there was just ONE chance I came here to fight Not for a day but again every night And it doesnt matter if I win or loose Frankly, I couldnt care less Remember like you remember nothing And when you see me next my fists cut on day dreams my heart lost in text You´ll recall where you first saw that fire in our eyes and how The Truth always cuts deeper than lies

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