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Audi started doing gigs in the West Country, then went to London and after being seen by Apples & Snakes, the largest poetry organisation, was invited to do more gigs all over London and the rest of England. He then joined 'Ragged Trousers', a group that arranged performances for working men's clubs, and continued by forming his own band. Audi stopped performing when he met the beautiful Caroline and they reside with their kids Poppy and Billy, in Petersfield.
Now that his kids are older, Audi is again performing and he's already started doing gigs in and around the area. Don't be surprised if you get to see his name up at New Theatre Royale and the Kings Theatre. To say his repertoire is huge is to understate Audi's abilities.
Now, he says, "I write and play guitar and have grown into a direction that suits me and I still do gigs and it still gets me going and I still get excited when I hear young poets thrilling and passionate and using language to further understanding and its so cool to be a part of something that is always changing and now look."
He is currently working on PROJECT 61, with the aim of developing a bit of structure to how he presents his performance work. To date there are four parts to PROJECT 61 in the pipeline: flexible performance set “audi maserati beach time”; collection of short stories “The adventures of Jack”; CD of songs “Do I look like I’ve got a game plan”; and CD collaboration with PC “Wire” Prose collection.
Recent Gigs include: The poetry Cafe in Covent garden - with Chris Sparkes and Jill Funnell: the Long Leg Poetry Collective, an occasional ensemble; on a barge at Battersea, supporting Phil Jeys and his band, Compere Speechpainter; and the
Barbican Theatre bar, Plymouth, with Apples & Snakes
Reviews:
"He proved, without a doubt,......his fans can't get enough of him."
The Post, 1st August 2012
"Whatever he does, makes no difference, because he'sd one improvisational artist who can get away with anything." The Herald, 3rd August 2012
"Most amusing was regular Audi Maserati's turn, for whom, like John Cooper Clarke, it is simple pleasures that fuel his creative muse." The Herald, 18th April 2008.
"Audi Maserati most memorable at Write Angle."
The Post, 30th April 2008.
"the evening had Audi charming everyone with his understated performance..." The Herald, 23rd May 2008.
"Audi maserati formed the children into an impromptu band to accompany his own unique style of performance poetry." Write Angle's children's night - The Post, 28th August 2008.
"Audi Maserati gave a great, as ever, rendering of music and song on his magical guitar, removing shoes and socks, of course." The Herald, 30th January 2009.
"Audi Maserati is 'outta dis world.' Petersfield Herald,
14th May, 2009
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THIS WORLD SPARKLES
This world sparkles like
Water in sunshine in a shallow stream
Pebbles darker where the waters been
Running clear
Keeps the creatures clean
For swimming around
And the summer sound
Of the bumble bees buzzing
And the birds in the trees
And the little brown crickets
Rubbing their knees
And the water dashing to the open sea
Where the blue fish play
And the big waves crash and boom and roar
And crash and boom and roar some more
And the Sun goes down
And the Moon comes round
And a stillness falls on a sleepy town
This world sparkles like
Tears in a lovers eye when a beau comes home
Chocolate and flowers and kissing for hours
Cause kissing’s got magical powers
Makes you think you can fly
In the twinkle of an eye you’re up there
In the big blue sky
Sitting on a cloud and flying around
nd the summer sound
Of the bumble bees buzzing
And the birds in the trees
And the little brown crickets
Rubbing their knees
And the water dashing to the open sea
Where the blue fish play
And the big waves crash and boom and roar
And crash and boom and roar some more
And the Sun goes down
And the Moon comes round
And a stillness falls on a sleepy town
This world is shaking with
Giggles and dancing all the night and day
Sea breeze blows all the blues away
Skylarks sing and the dune grass sways
And the surf breaks clean
And this is the best sunset I’ve ever seen
And the skys all red and orange and yellow
And everyone is kinda mellow
And something special is going down
And the summer sound
Of the bumble bees buzzing
And the birds in the trees
And the little brown crickets
Rubbing their knees
And the water dashing to the open sea
Where the blue fish play
And the big waves crash and boom and roar
And crash and boom and roar some more
And the Sun goes down
And the Moon comes round
And a stillness falls on a sleepy town
THE MOMENT OF FALLING IN LOVE
Over an ocean bluer than Steve McQueen’s eyes
A bird whiter than a snowdrift flies
On a beach a girl pretty as a picture sighs
As a great wave breaks
And fades and dies at her feet
And a yellow haired boy
Runs through the shallow water
Climbs right into her heart
And a romance big enough to stop time starts
Hearts and flowers
And sand and sunshine
Holding hands
And kissing for a long time
Love can make the day seem lighter
Love can make the Sun shine brighter
She said it’s ok if you wanna
Hold me just a little bit tighter
Twenty toes wriggling in the cooling sand
Walking on the shoreline
Hand in hand
His eyes shine and her eyes shine
He said
I’ll be yours will you be mine
She said
Sure as the waves lap on the shore
Sure as the white birds scoop and soar
Sure as the Moon shines in the sky
I will love you until I die
You are my lettuce
All the rest is mayonnaise
You got me spinning out of control
You got me in a constant daze
My feet are not touching the ground
My head is surrounded by stars
I don’t know if it’s Tuesday
Or if I’m in orbit around Mars
You are Peach Melba
Double peaches with a splash of cream
You are sunlight through eyelids
A twinkling pebble in a sparkling stream
You are a soft yellow beach
Washed by a whispering sea
You are everything
You are everything
You are everything to me
YOU GOT WINGS ON YOUR SHOULDERS
You got wings on your shoulders
Does that mean you can fly
There is something about you
You don’t seem to have to try
Your feet are always dancing
You move without a sound
Little wings vibrating
Keep you off the ground
Dancing at the ocean edge
Sunshine on your face
Sparking water with your dancing feet
The drums as drums will beat out time
And time will go with the passing day
When I close my eyes it’s like you
When I close my eyes it’s like you
When I close my eyes it’s like you
Never went away
Sunshine on a sunny day
Laughing children lost in play
I knew that you couldn’t stay forever
You had flowers in your hair
And a wild look in your eye
You had a way of standing
Made me stop and stare and sigh
Now you got wings on your shoulders
You got wings on your shoulders
Does that mean you can fly
ALMOST THERE
I almost clap my hands
And in the space between
A strawberry floats like Saturn
With rings of double cream
I suck it from its orbit
And when it’s almost gone
I almost clap my hands and
There’s another one
Ain’t it great how your desire
Can provoke a little fire
Ain’t it great when you concentrate on
Getting a little higherI almost click my fingers
And a thousand stars explode
Ain’t it great how a little light can
Ease a heavy load
Ain’t it great when you’re trying to think
Of the next line to your song
Soon as you stop thinking
The next line comes along
I blink and I’m dancing
Floating on air
I tap my feet to the beat of my heart and
I’m almost there
I’m almost there
It’s good to feel the sand beneath my feet again
It’s good to feel the breeze in my hair
It’s good to see the waves tumble white over blue
I’m almost there I’m almost there
THINKING ABOUT JANE
Johnny in the driving rain
Thinking about a beautiful girl
Daisy chains in her golden hair
He’s thinking about Jane
He’s thinking about Jane
Been thinking about her tiny face
Her voice
Her words are spinning in his head
Been thinking about her all day long
Thinking about her in his dreaming bed
He’s thinking about Jane
He’s thinking about Jane
He’s thinking about the way she stands
The way she moves
Her scent when she is near
He’s thinking about her golden hair
Her blue eyes oh so blue
It’s oh so clear
He’s thinking about Jane
He’s thinking about Jane
She is thin
Almost to the point of transparency
Willow thin
Bending in the breeze from an open window
Black rimmed blue eyes
Half closed for coolness
She releases secrets in sparse poetry
Fragile and illuminating
And weeps for broken wings
In low light on a hot night
Her words leave her lips
Like birds in flight
Johnny in the driving rain
The rain should sting his face
But he doesn’t feel the pain
He’s thinking about Jane
He’s thinking about Jane
CHARLOTTE BELOVED BY ALL
When she moved
She was as delicate
As a pale leaf
Falling onto water
Stilled by shadow
Ephemeral
The depleting ripple
Left by a white bird
Already wafting
Between clouds
She has loved me
Loved me not
In a thousand
Fields of flowers
Fingers petal stained
She has tumbled
Into gorse yellow
Into constant dreaming
Into sea mist
Almost visible still
Almost visible still
TOBY TALL AS TWO SHEDS
Toby tall as 2 sheds
Ate only honey combs and flower heads
Constructed wings from abandoned spiders webs
Flew off beyond all expectations
And of course the Sun will shine today
Sometime rain will come to wash the dust away
And soft words whispered to the wind
Will stay in the air vibrating
To shape you and to shake you out
To make you leap and fall about
To spin you from all compromise
To fill your ears and nose and eyes
With sounds and smells and visions bright
It’s not so complicated
All it takes is a little thought
So here’s a little thought
Toby tall as 2 sheds
Ate only honey combs and flower heads
Constructed wings from abandoned spiders webs
Flew off beyond all expectations
And I shall run until I fly
Shed that which holds me to the ground
One languid beat of brand new wings
Takes me to space without a sound
And as the daylight curves away
I shall be gone. I shall be drifting
Between the here and now
And if not now then when the bubbles burst
And wild dreams bloom like flowers
In the sunshine light and warm on my skin
And I shall writhe
And I shall stretch
I shall be gone I shall be drifting
Toby tall as 2 sheds
Ate only honey combs and flower heads
Constructed wings from abandoned spiders webs
Flew off beyond all expectations
THE ART OF KISSING
Johnny said to Jane Jane I love you Jane
Jane said to Johnny Johnny tell me again
Johnny kissed her eyes and hugged her tight
And whispered words of love all through the night
And when the Sun rose in a pale blue sky
Johnny spent the whole day telling her why
Jane kissed Johnny and Johnny kissed Jane
And when they’d kissed enough they kissed again
And there could have been sunshine
And there could have been rain
And there could have been sparks
From a speeding train
Could have been fireworks bursting in the sky
Could have been wildebeest stampeding by
Could have been a visitor from another time
Eyes like saucers and a visible brain
Could have been the whole world going insane
Gripped in the teeth of a hurricane
But when Jane kissed Johnny
And Johnny kissed Jane
Nothing in the Universe could contain
The passion and the pleasure
There was nothing missing
A definitive example in the art of kissing
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JOHNNY AND THE DANCING SPIDERS
Every tear is an ocean
Every sigh a hurricane
Every step stretches a million miles
Too hot too fast for the fast lane
Every move is like dancing
Every sound is a song
Got to be quick just to catch him
Cause he don’t stick around for very long
Johnny Inspiration he comes when he will
He’s illumination
And he’s coming in for the thrill
He’s coming in for the thrill
Every baby is beautiful
Every child is unique
There are no ready answers
Even for those who choose to seek
He’s juicier than strawberries
He’s stronger than King Kong
Got to be quick just to catch him
Cause he don’t stick around for very long
Johnny Inspiration he comes when he will
He’s illumination
And he’s coming in for the thrill
He’s coming in for the thrill
Every day can be a special day
A day that can’t be beat
Even with more dinner times than dinners
Life can still be very sweet
Grab him if you’re able
Put him in a song
Got to be quick just to catch him
Cause he don’t stick around for very long
He was born in a bag of razor blades
Inside a thrashing shark
So much grease on the light bulb
It was permanently dark
Made Johnny tense
Made his kinda snappy
He was poor
And he wasn’t very happy about it
Things were getting hot on the surface
Johnny wasn’t sure what was going down
Johnny took a chance
And Johnny took a walk
And Johnny went undergroundJohnny went underground
With the spiders big spiders
Big spiders with furry legs
Too big for the overflow
They’re dancing in your bathroom
Dancing in your bathroom
Dancing in your bathroom
And having a good time
There is nothing you can do about it
Even if you wanted to
Don’t let spiders dancing in your bathroom
Bring you down or make you blue
They’re just spiders
Big spiders
Big spiders with furry legs
Too big for the overflow
They’re dancing in your bathroom
Dancing in your bathroom
Dancing in your bathroom
And having a good time
Four thousand in every home
One thing I think about spiders
Spiders don’t like to be alone
no Spiders don’t like to be alone
Turn on the tap fill up the sink
Plop in a penguin
Sometimes penguins think
Sometimes penguins tend to get the notion
They’d be better off in the ocean
Johnny Inspiration he comes when he will
He’s illumination
And he’s coming in for the thrill
He’s coming in for the thrill
DEAD FISH DON'T SWIM
Roll down the riverbank roll into the river
Water calm twist and quiver Water cold wiggle and weave
Can’t remember when I moved so clean
Chasing the rhythm of the river downstream
Pack em in squeeze em in tail to tail fin to fin
Head to head eye to eye
Twenty things a flying fish can do in a fish tank
One of them ain’t fly
One of them ain’t fly
Ever stopped to ask yourself why
Never seen a flying fish fly by
Oh my
The things that dead fish don’t do
Are more than the things that dead fish do
The things that dead fish do are only one or two
Dead fish don’t go dancing
Dead fish don’t shake a fin
But the thing that dead fish don’t do most
Dead fish don’t swim oh no
Dead fish don’t swim
Never heard a dead dog bark
never heard a peep from a dead skylark
Rin Tin Tin what happened to him
Dead fish don’t swim oh no
Dead fish don’t swim
Never seen a penguin on the wing
Listened for telephones never ring
Don’t you think romance is a lovely thing
Dead fish don’t swim oh no
Dead fish don’t swim
In and out and up and down
Plenty of chocolates to go round
Open your mouth and pop one in
Dead fish don’t swim oh no
Dead fish don’t swim
You can take a bubble bath
You can change your clothes
Always be something lingering
With a dead fish up your nose
Better to try and get it out same way that it went in
Don’t you ask for the fish’s help cause
Dead fish don’t swim oh no
Dead fish don’t swim
Fish look great when they’re swimming around
Blowing pretty bubbles with a popping sound
Dead fish don’t look so great
With chips and peas on a willow pattern plate
Without a river to swim around in
Dead fish don’t swim oh no
Dead fish don’t swim
Fish tend not to feel so hot
When they’re floating around in a cooking pot
YOU'RE LOVELY YOU ARE
You’re lovely you are
You don’t need sunshine to make you shine
You’re gorgeous you are
You look nice with a smile on your face
I know you’re very clever
Cleverer than I will ever be
So if I can see then surely you can
You look great with a bit of a tan
You’re pretty you are
Prettier than a picture in a gallery
You’re fabulous in so many ways
I could look at you for days and days
And not get tired
You got me buzzing I feel inspired
To write I love you on every grain of sand
To bring you chocolates
Put flowers in your hand
You got me saying things I never thought I’d say
And sometimes I know I get carried away
But it’s ok with me if it’s ok with you
Cause when you’re around the sky is always blue
The sun always shines
And the waves break straight and true
Because of you
Because of you
THE BEACH
On a green blue
Red and yellow striped windbreaker
Brown bodied
Vast and golden irresistible beach
Of ice creamed
Lathered in scented sun creamed
Speckled here and there
By the laden and determined
Pulling pushchairs
Wide wheeled
And the very height of elaborate design
Through warm and soft
Sparkling sand
Their pink toed
Button nosed babies
Oblivious and cotton hatted
Against the set for the day
Long awaited sunshine
Sleek Sandaled
Ear ringed and sun kissed
Artlessly poutingAnimated and filling the air
With freshly discovered sophistication
Brand new
Graceful by default princesses
And long shorted gelled and bare chested
Square jawed smooth faced boys
With ubiquitous flops of yellow hair
Pad the sand glamorous
Seeking each other out with flexing charm
It is their world
And they move though it
With diminishing awkwardness
Gulls flap and curve
And fold wings and screech
And dip for dropped bits of this and that
And catch the air
And are white against the blue
And from grey green cliff
To grey green cliff
Dogs run to catch things
Thrown by wild haired girls
Lost in dreaming
And at ease with their solitude
And at the sun warmed shadowless
Very waters edge
Lovers touching
Linking fingertip to fingertip
Idle
Lost to love
Barefoot through the shallow water
They stroll
The constant sound of depleting waves
Spending into the calm
The soundtrack to
Their protestations of deep and glorious love
It is high summer
And all roads lead to the beach
Where dog pulled
Insistent and exited children pulled
Beach balled and lounger loaded
Shaded and paired by inclination
Mr and Mrs Everyday are strong
And beautiful and irrepressibly fearless
And have discovered
A thousand ways of having fun
And all without
Removing sunglasses from peeling noses
And the pot bellied
Pale bellied gloriously unconcerned
Preen
As they walk in procession
In too tight white clothes
Full of roast potatoes and spring lamb
Charred and swimming in brown gravy
And are fabulous
As they gather their young about them
And bucket and spade between windbreaks
To mark out their domain
Stake their place in the sun
And great holes are dug to wet sand
And pebbles piled to dam the river
And kites are flown
And noses stuck into books
And half wet suited half man woman half fish
Surf gods and goddesses trot to the sea
Waxed boarded and eager to ride
The white tumbling over blue waves
And photographs are taken
Of children and sandcastles
And great mountains of food consumed
To fuel the simmering day
And under the brand new sunhat
Mr Everyday drifts off to sleep
The sound of Paradise looping
In his dreams
And the lost child is found
And tears are dried from eyes
As big as the moon
And as bright as sunshine
And the kites that once littered the sky
Are packed away
And the bobbing line of distant surfers
Sat like seals
On a sea changing colour as the sun sets
Thins to a trickle
And the tee shirted ice cream boy
Slides the glass shutter shut
Runs to meet the tee shirted girl
The waitress of his wildest longing
And dreamers perch
Amongst the undulating dune grass
To contemplate the swell
The crash of breaking waves
WELL TURNED OUT PEOPLE
Well turned out people with careful haircuts
Neat people with creases in their trousers
Shiny face and shiny shoes
Always wear clean underwear
Keep their socks in twos
Slim knots on thin ties and
Sharp cuff on clean shirts and
Pretty pocket handkerchiefs poking outa pockets
Lock of someone specials hair curled up in a locket
Thin people who slink and slither
People with bodies that wobble and quiver
People who are short people who are tall
People who never comb their hair at all
Scruffy people with holes in their plimsolls
Rips in blue jeans dirt under fingernails
Get their clothes from jumble sales
Never wear top hat or tails
Smart people with qualifications
Busy people no time to take vacations
People who smile with the whole of their face
This is real life this is not a car chase
This is no movie this is the human race
This is no movie this is the human race
This is no movie this is the human race yea
CHOCOLATE MANANAS
May all your maňanas be chocolate and bananas
May all of your peaches be sweet
May all of your cream teas have plenty of Strawberries
Your cherry stone grow into trees
May you surf through your day in a wonderful haze
Like a stoned sloth taking a nap
May your biscuits go soggy when dunked in your tea
May the squidgy bits never fall in your lap
May your feet never smell at a cocktail party
May you always be chic may you always be smart
Even though there’s a hole in your sweater
If you dressed in jewels you couldn’t look better
May all your maňanas be chocolate and bananas
May all of your peaches be sweet
May all of your cream teas have plenty of Strawberries
Your cherry stone grow into trees
May there always be someone to tickle your knees
Take it easy
Today is your day so have a good time
Float through you day on an ocean of wine
May only the sweetest of dreams fill your head
May you go with a smile to your bed
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