mapmymcr: temple mcrBack
For twenty years Tash Willcocks has worked in Manchester designing record covers for Elbow (Asleep in The Back, specifically), motion graphics for Mika’s world tour, and skateboards in collaboration with Linder Sterling; she has photographed freelancely for Jack Daniels and Arcadia, is part of Generic Greeting Collective, and for sixteen years she was a lecturer in Graphic Design at Salford University; right now she works as a programme leader at Hyper Island. This is by no means all, but it was as much as we could gather before Tash boarded a plane. Well, not quite all; she also told us this:
I’m a Cornish born,
unicorn with a pen for a horn.
In MCR I made my nest,
as this city is the best…
At day I teach,
On the Hyper Island beach.
At night I naps
and ink up maps.
I draw, I dance, doodle & drink, And like to sketch what people think…
*we have no teachers at HI but cannot rhyme Programme Leader
Those night-time inking activities are the focus for these pages. Tash hasn’t just lived and worked in Manchester for twenty years, she has bloody loved it, and looking at her MapMyMCR illustrations has reminded us of all the times we fell in love with Manchester, too. It’s a typographic project that is growing nightly, because there are no limits to Manchester, and no limits to memory, and no limits to love.
Here’s Temple MCR; to quote their Twitter, “Yes, it used to be a toilet. No, you can’t piss anywhere.” I have had some crazy great nights here… no pissing involved, honest… too many memories created with the Night and Day / Roadhouse / Big Hands crew combo to remember. For some reason the one that always bursts into my mind is dancing on the tables with Claire Kelsey, late into the night/morning and the table finally giving way under the pressure of most of the bar clambering on when a jukebox favourite kicked in — there was a wobble — a cheer — and then the world dropped suddenly and in our drunk fuzzy minds it was the best rollercoaster ride ever. We plummeted in unison smiling our arms still ailing around to the music and I seem to have a vague recollection of landing half on a friends lap in a hail of giggles — Raif, the owner at that point, looked over like it was normal and smiled a relaxed smile, shrugged and carried on an in depth conversation over his pint and a bar fly… love this place and don’t go there enough these days…
Originally published in The City Talking: Manchester, issue 1