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who will save the world?

Just come off the phone after having a lovely chat with Tony TS McPhee and his wonderful partner Joanne.I’m currently working on a piece about The Groundhogs mindmelting classic Split and have been getting in touch with the eclectic cast of characters either devoted to or involved in the bands career.I’m not going to bore you on why I think the Hogs are a much underrated band and still relevant today,I’ll let more eloquent fans like Karl Hyde ,Captain Sensible,Julian Cope and Mark E Smith do that for me when the feature comes out.

Suffice it to say that I took Jimmy Page to see them at the 100 club a few months ago and even he was impressed by Mcphhe’s virtuosity which still shines even those he is recuperating from his third stroke.They met backstage afterwards and Jimmy told Tony how much he loved his performance on Blues Brittania.

Towards the end of my concversation with Joanne I told her how pleased I was to see that EMI have reissued four of The Groundhogs albums on three cd’s.She said she only found out about it a few days ago,which is not unsual because nobody tells them when the material is being re-released.

I find it disgusting that record companies don’t have the sensitivity or class  to get in touch with artists when they are recycling their product.Even if the musicians don’t own the product labels should have the decency to send them a copy.It also makes good buisness sense to get them involved in the publicity.All they have to do is get the secretary to check Google and bingo you’ve sold a few more copies.

A touch too much…too soon.

Just finished transcribing an interview with Syl Sylvain where he describes himself as a ‘broke legend’.

“Basically the New York Dolls were a hit because they sold more influence than anybody else,”he told me, “if you could deposit influence into the bank,man I would be a rich son of a bitch!”

On the tape I hear myself consoling him saying that it’s better to be a poor legend than a rich hack.Being a poor hack I know these words have absolutely no value when the next mortgage payment is due.

The New York Dolls were the masters of their own destruction.They did it heroically,wth panache and pancake.Muscally,although their is no doubt that they had a couple of killer tunes,they never matched their image and were destined to fail.

Todd Rundgren,who produced their first and most recent albums,told me the critics loved them because they could imagine themselves playing in a band like The Dolls.The press felt empowered by the bands dependance on image and hype-punk was the follow through to this nocturnal NYC emmision.

As Sylvain pointed out The Dolls and punk fared better in influential kudos than filthy lucre.I live in Southampton and last week our local pub/venue hosted The Slits who played to an audience of -adfmittedly-enthusiaistic-punters.The Dolls will be playing there to a hopefully larger audience.I shall,ofcours,be there.

The last time I saw them was at Bibas in 1973.At the time I was a fledging office boy at Sounds magazing,I had two tickets and couldn’t find anyone to go with me.I was a scruffy oik(still am) with the dress sense of Mark E Smith on a Big Issue vendors budget and felt totally out of place at the gig which felt more like a fashion show.I ofcourse drank copious amounts of booze to deal with the sense of unease and suddenly blended in.I remember how fantastic the band looked-especially Thunders-and how awful the sound was.At the time I was looking for a band that sounded as raw as Blue Cheer,MC5 and Grand Funk Railroad and looked and performed like a hybrid of Alice Cooper and Iggy Pop circa Funhouse.I still haven’t found one yet.

….to be continued

Listomania

Last night I sent off my Top 20 albums of the Noughties list to RBP.This morning I woke up in a pool of sweat wanting to rewrite the whole thing.I turned on my computer,had a quick look and decided ‘this is what I’ve been listening over the decade’.It didn’t feature Amy Winehouse,Oasis,Blur or even the Fiery Furnaces.It didn’t even feature any metal or heavy rock.When I ‘m asked to write a list I immediately feel compelled to feature something that’s current or universally hip.I have to push those thoughts aside and be as honest as possible(which is why I hate doing the bloody things).How do other people deal with lists?

Rock is not a dirty word

Went to the Classic Rock awards last night and it confirmed to me that at last the music that I loved since childhood is getting the respect it deserves.

It was great seeing rock titans like Billy Gibbons,Jeff Beck,Jimmy Page,Tony Iommi,Ronnie Wood mingling with the likes of Chrissie Hynde and Iggy Pop.

Which reminded me of the  first time I saw Iggy and the Stooges at  Kings Cross show in 1972 before Mclaren and his art school proles adopted him as their pet puppy.At the time I was a fledgling office boy at Sounds magazine.It was a memorable night.The Flaming Groovies supported and were sensational but the atmosphere was electric for the arrival of Iggy who didn’t disappoint with his platinum hair do and ripped torso.

In fact before he went on Iggy could be seen wondering around the venue and my biggest regret was that I didn’t got up to him and announce my fandom (come to think of it I didn’t have the nerve to go up to him at the awards,maybe it’s better that way).

This was my first experience of confrontational rock.In the fact most of the audience were mute throughout the show.I consumed a bottle of vodka with a friend of mine and still didn’t have the balls to heckle.There was one moment when Iggy berated a punter for not getting up only to eventually realise the guy was in a wheelchair.Overall it was an entertaining night although I didn’t get the full effect of the new material until the album-Raw Power-was released.

From all the feedback I got from the awards Iggy was the star of the night and charmed everyone he came into contact with.Chrissie Hynde was on good behaviour too.

With rising sales it looks like the genre will get the respect in this country that it already has in the rest of the world after all Classic Rock only means music that endures.

Later is Now…..Pt 1

Still recovering from my trip to Los Angeles to spend a week with the congenial and extremely cool Mr Joe ‘Feckin’Perry of Aerosmith.

I used hate going to LA in the 70′s and early eighties mainly because it is a total pain in the arse to get around if you don’t have a motor.Also I was severely traumatised after my first trip which I shall relate at a later date.

Now,it’s a total pleasure to visit especially if I’m in the company of my longtime spar,workmate,partner in crime photographer Ross Halfin.Apart from his entertaining and exhausting company,he always seems to have a plane which includes an assistant with a vehicle,plenty of shopping at interesting places,and top retaurants-which are all a treat for alowly paid scribe like myself who is straddling two careers to keep the bailiffs at bay.

As usual we stayed at the ‘legendary’ Sunset Marquis- a Crossroads Motel for the media cognescenti which has adapted admirabely to cater to a broad spectrum of clients from Steve Earle to Lil’ Wayne,Billy Bob Thornton to Gabriel Byrne….there’s a wide and diverse spectrum of talent that be seen huddled around the bars and pools deep in converastion.It also features some great photos of visiting guests taken by Halfin which guarantees us first class service.I could easily set up and live in one of the villas and conduct my buisness from there.It  sure as hell beats doing it from a rented council flat in Southampton and having a second job to supplement my income (this is freelance journo whinin’ blooze-edited version).

We came over to check out Joe Perry’s new solo project and also get a lowdown on the current state of affair with Aerosmith who seem to be on the verge of a terminal meltdown.Vocalist Steven Tyler seems to have gone underground after falling offstage at a recent show (you can see it on YouTube) and filmed buying a bottle of liquor (also available on YouTube) on the way to a friends funeral.Now this wouldn’t be big news if it wasn’t for the fact that Aerosmith’s have been hailed as the poster boys of recovery since their remarkable comeback in the early eighties.The reality is that their history has been littered with rumours of relapse,breakdowns,stays at rehabs and short of coming armed with a drug testing kit it’s been hard guaging the state of Tyler or Perry when I’ve interviewed them in recent years.

Perry seems to be in charge at the moment.A polite,direct,honourable and very fucking cool dude-between the restrained,edited,diplomatic answers one can feel the tension and anger he has with Tyler currently irresponsible behaviour.His solo album and gig at the Viper Rooms seems to be a way of dealing between downtime between the shows Aerosmith are commited to play before they decide what to do next.My theory is they will split after their show at the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix at the end of the month,pursue seperate solo careers with touring All Star projects with Special Guests.Perry may even try to take a Tyler free ‘Smith on tour which will only work if they get a sensationl singer who is a complete antithesis of the predecessor(an American equivalent of Brian Johnson).If that doesn’t work the expect some huge Aerosmith reunion gigs to top up the coffers before they hit retirement age.

I will ofcourse,keep you posted….

Pleasant Encounters and Sad News

I’ve been house sitting in Cheam this week,which means I’ve been able to visit and connect with people in London(I am presently a resident of Southampton).

Met up with  Steve Hackett on Thursday and was pleasantly surprised.I was expecting a droll,chin stroking prog rocker and instead got an open minded,forthcoming ,courteous.Nowadays I can never predict who is going to be a good interview.I remember going to see Meatloaf and expecting a great story.The guys is a character;he’s played the Grande Ballroom with the MC5 and Iggy & The Stooges,he’s hung out with Ed Norton and Brad Pitt.It was horrendous!He was totally spaced out,it was like doing an assessment with a patient at a psychiatric hospital.

Most of the legendary difficult people I’ve met have been great interviews;Scott Weiland,Jeff Beck,Ritchie Blackmore.I’m sure other writers have had similar experiences.

I was sad to hear about the passing of Les Paul.Although how sad can you be about someone who pegs it at 94 and has had such an amazing life.My initiation to The Wizard was in the mid eighties when I came across one of his 78′s in a junk shop.I didn’t appreciate what a genius he was until I saw a recent documentary.

Later in the evening I spoke to Jimmy Page about Les Paul who explained to me how mind blowing it was to hear overdubbed guitar in 1952 and how much impact he had on people who had previously never considered the guitar to be a lead instrument.

Imagine if Les Paul gave up with idea of pursuing the possibilities of the electric guitar and how different music might sound today.

Willy Deville RIP

Really sad to hear about the death of Willy Deville.

I only recently got a DVD of his on Amazon and was delighted to see that he was still on form musically and a spiky character offstage.I got into some great music through listening to Mink Deville and am proud to say that I caught them do two unforgettable shows at long gone Venue in Victoria.I actually hid in the toilets to catch the second set.That,I must add,wasn’t much of a chore because I was accompanied by a sack of industrial strength speed.My equally late,great comrade Giovanni Dadomo regaled with some great tales of the Devil Deville.And I also met a lady in New Orleans who took care of him there and explained why his tenure in the Big Easy was so short leading him to get drummed out of town (an amazing feat when you consider at the time I was there one of the Mayors was found dead from a drug induced heart atack in a brothel).

Willy loved Europe and we loved him back.Whenever a favoured talent dies I conjure up a list of less capable so called stars who I think should have gone in his place.It;s long and wide reaching.

I’m happy to say without caring how corny I sound that we still have the music and  I shall be having day of it tomorrow to commerate the Minks sad demise.

God rest his soul…..

Let’s all go to Church

Must mention Alabama 3 who I saw at The Brook,one of my favourite haunts,last Thursday.A true Underground band,they seem to be self sufficient and have a die hard following.They are also treated with suspicion by the press,which ensures them a long and healthy career.

Very welcoming ,I managed to catch up with them backstage(or should I say the converted flat above the venue) where Larry Love aka Robb Spragg greeted me warmly and through clouds of intoxicants regaled me with tales of playing at Angelica Houston’s birthday party in Ireland. “She was on me boy”, he rasped in his thick,mucus coated Welsh baritone, “there I was on a seven day speed bender,filthy,green teeth,wearing the same grey suit,and she was feeding me crab claws.”

The rest of the band are equally entertaining and refreshingly uncensored;a dazzling calacavade of nefarious personalities.The band have recently left there label and will be releasing their new album through their own company.They have their own studio,club night and will be producing new bands shortly.

The songs for the new album were picked by the fans,who will be in with a chance to remix tracks.

In an age where many are bleating that the music buisness is in its death throes comes a band of old soulja’s with a new mission.

The gig was sensational and they wll be touring again in Autumn.

Needless to say that the King Playa,Jake Riviera,is a part of the management team.

Me and Michael Jackson

Just watched that vomit inducing documentary about Michael Jackson and that spoon bending huckster Uri Geller.It’s sickening to see how the  many  money grabbing media types are queueing up to dredge up some connection with the kiddy fiddling freakshow.If you lined up the whole cast of this crapumentary I would have quite happily have shot them all.

Like many of my friends I can  only get only get any emotional connection with MJ’s demise when watching the Jackson 5 and think that’s probably more to do with  greiving my own childhood than mourning his loss.

For the last decade of his life Jacko has been nothing more than a drug addicted,bankrupt control freak with a penchant for underage children.You can see he reached rock bottom by the choice of his friends.

The denial surrounding this moonwalking car crash of a human being is scary but not suprising.I imagine if there was the same amount of media scrutinty 60 years ago people would have been stampeding over each other to give tribute to Adolph Hitler and Uri would have been at the front of the queue with David’the crap magician’Blaine and Martin Bashir close behind.

Surprisingly enough the only voice of sanity in this current media scrum has been Mick Hucknall,a friend of Jordy Chandler’s father,who said something along the lines of there’s no doubting Michael Jackson’s talent but the reality was that he wasn’t a particularly nice person.

C’mon guys and girls,a innocent female student was killed during demonstrations in Iran.Now there’s someone that deserves a tribute and worldwide respect.

I’ll get back to you on that……..

Is it just me or are 99% of PR’s nowadays a waste of space and total hindrance  when it comes to getting work done?

Back in the day the press officer used to be this convivial chum ,usually based at a record company who would send you piles of albums to get through the lean times,put your name on the door ,organise interviews and make them exceptionally pleasant affairs for everyone involved.

That was their job,wasn’t it?

Nowadays they seem to be tight fisted champion cock blockers who are there to impede any contact with the artists.Half of them haven’t got answers to enquiries because they haven’t got a fucking clue what is going on.Oh,they can ‘say things are different now,there’s less money,and they  have to protect their artists from the paps.Absolute bollocks! A good PR is a good PR  and can do their job properly in any conditions.Most of them have their pet journalists,magazines,editors and use their position as a power game.

I get 99% of my work without using a PR and therefore get stuff that magazines want because they can’t it anywhere else.And the secret?Well,not wishing to give the whole game away,it’s about finding ways of getting to the artist without inteference.I’m doing an interview tonight through the manager at the venue the band are playing at.Talk to people that are involved hands on with the artists,do a bit of research…….

If a PR says their artist will only talk to you for 15 minutes,nod obligingly and then go in and tear the arse out of the interview  until you get thrown out  and then as you are leaving give the interviwee your card….

Ofcourse there are some fantastic PR’s about.Not many ,but enough to give you a tiny morsel of faith.I would like  to give them a roll of honour but then I would have to spend another hour giving you a list of the craps one.

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