‘Music was my
first love and it will be my last ‘, so sang John Miles and really he could
have been singing about me or any other serious muso on this planet. Some
people might give you this as a definition :-
A muso is a person who is obsessed with music.
Their record collection will contain music and artists nobody else has heard
of.
This would not be
entirely accurate but it bears more than a great deal of the real truth in my
case and I have been obsessed by music since about the age of 10 or 11 years
old. I remember listening to my family’s Top Of The Pops compilations,
records by Alf Garnett aka Warren Mitchell singing first and second world war
songs and music hall classics, listening to the charts on Sunday evenings
replayed on a reel to reel tape recorder mostly compared by Jimmy Savile (oh
dear !!!) and also hearing my dear old Granddad singing off-key ditties and
his unique versions from the music hall in his armchair while he rolled his
own cigarettes and we all watched Hawaii 5-O on the television. I remember
buying my first single from Woolworths, it was Mungo Jerry’s ‘Baby Jump’ and
my first proper LP was T.Rex’s ‘Bolan Boogie’. I can recall the thrill of
buying Dr Feelgood’s ‘Down By The Jetty’ and realising it was recorded in
mono not stereo. I even lusted over the sexy female model covers of the early
Roxy Music albums, I can remember watching Johnny Winter somewhere on
whatever channel it was on at the time and then rushing out to buy his first
drugs free comeback effort ‘Still Alive & Well’ and then playing it non-
stop for weeks on end, I can recall dancing on my bed to Mud’s ‘Tiger Feet’
and having my first real kiss to Mott’s ‘All The Young Dudes’.
I remember being fascinated by a fold-out
Vertigo records LP from Juicy Lucy and wondering why did Status Quo have their
previous album covers embossed on the back of each new album release. Why did
I have an album by Tony Williams Lifetime and one by the Carry On Team
singing novelty songs and why was Ernie the Fastest Milkman In The West by
Benny Hill not regarded as one of the truly great modern English Folk Songs ?
So as I have said
before I have been obsessed for years and at various periods collected over
2000 LP’s, 500 cassettes, 1000 CD’s, various minidiscs, occasional eight
tracks and boxes of 45’s. Now after years of buying, selling and culling I
have about 1000 LP’s left, no cassettes anymore, about 100 CD’s and around
60,000 mp3’s – yes I went digital a few years back for storage purposes
mainly and yes because I do love ‘ the shuffle’ on all my media devices. So I
really cannot capture in four tracks my career as a musicologist (sounds like I was
somehow aiming to be the new Alan Lomax) but seriously folks below
is some music that I have always regarded very highly and will go back to
even while I’m trying to capture, listen to and file whatever else hits my
musical radar on a daily basis.
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Friday, 26 October 2012
Music Music Music
Tuesday, 16 October 2012
Caravans, Council Estates and Class
.
I spent last
weekend in a caravan at a holiday centre in the North East of England. This was
my second of such adventures this year as I had been previously enticed by an
offer of some collectable vouchers in a daily newspaper offering luxury caravan
breaks at bargain prices. I hadn’t enjoyed the first one in July very much so I
was not particularly looking forward to this one either but the difference
being this break was over a weekend not a week this time around. Due to a
change in circumstances we arrived on the Saturday morning rather than the
designated check-in on Friday evening. Saturday night proved to be quite an
experience for me and is not something I shall ever want repeated, for me it
was as if I had moved to a sink estate overnight. I am not a snob and see
myself as somewhat lower Middle Class in the so-called class pecking order that
still pervades this country where I live. I have always worked, my parents have
always worked and my grandparents all worked their whole lives and we have
never been poor, never missed paying bills or mortgages and I have been brought
up to be respectable, have good manners and be considerate of others. These
attributes were certainly absent from a minority of my fellow caravan park
dwellers on Saturday night and caused me to exhibit feelings of anger, extreme
annoyance and exasperation as time moved into the early hours of Sunday
morning. I have sworn never to darken the doors of one of these holiday destinations
again as in my normal life I spend quite a bit of time avoiding people often
labelled as a ‘chav’.
I know a lot
of the media intelligentsia think that ‘chav’ is a demeaning word for the
Working Class but to me it does not so much sum up a class more a certain type of
individual behaviour that has become more prevalent year after year since the
fall of Thatcher and then the rise and fall of Blair & Brown. I personally
think these people are clueless, stupid and don’t deserve to be included in any
class system breakdown whatsoever. They are thick, feral and a fucking blight
that festers in the concrete council estate undergrowth that has been allowed
to grow like mould in a petri dish with successive governments ignoring the
issues and focusing more on looking upwards in the class chain towards the
major capitalist corporations and financial bully boys rather than actually
trying to bring some decency and a change of philosophy for people at the other
extreme end of society instead of leaving them to rely on benefits and charitable
benevolence with no decent future prospects in sight other than a weekend trip
to a caravan park every now and again……………
Enjoy
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