5 reasons why Kate Tempest is my new hero.

1. She is a woman, but doesn't dress sexy and she still has confidence.

2. She doesn't say what people want her to say she says what she feels is true.

3. She remains sincere when everyone around her is cynical.

4. When asked how we get more young people to engage with poetry, she says we shouldn't, there is nothing more off putting then people trying to engage you with something. Just make what you feel passionately about.

5. She thinks we are all Gods.

If you go and see 'Brand New Ancients' it might change you life.

Ryoji Ikeda datamatics [ver.2.0] - Brighton Dome, Brighton.

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Many of us, whether in our work or home lives, cannot avoid the presence of data. Even those in the creative or social industries must deal with grades or prices. However data, as a source of beauty, is not something shared by all. We may have surprised ourselves by admiring the beauty of particularly neat spreadsheet, but to consider data as the source of music is a rare and specialist pursuit.

Peaches does herself - Brighton Dome, Corn Exchange.

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Elementary school teacher seems like an unlikely first job for gender bending electronic musician and performance artist Peaches. However as is clear from her album The Teaches of Peaches, Peaches still has something of the educator about her.

To Beyonce or not to Beyonce

There were many beautiful moments shared in Beyonce's directorial debut, about her favourite subject; Beyonce. My least favourite of these being her make up free confessional, in which she told us the only way to free herself from her low mood was to go fire herself up by listening to one of her songs about making love to her husband whilst performing said act.

The fine line between the outside and the inside.

Last week I went to Paris and fully intended to come back full to the brim of classical French existential pondering. However, the direction of my thoughts went elsewhere. I went to Paris and stood on the corner of the St Germain, waiting for a flummoxed Parisien to take me to the finest French Restaurant he knew, he knew none but suggested  'I do know a really great Japanese place nearby?' I discovered the hot new cafes in Paris were English run, I ended up going to the talking point gig in town which was Icelandic and the most popular exhibition which was American.