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miércoles, 27 de mayo de 2009

Orange Juice: sus comienzos y el punk


Madre mía lo de Alan Horne y los nazis...

Texto extraído de: http://www.jonsavage.com/punk/edwyn-collins/

“It was Paul, in 75 or 76 who had made friends with these gay guys and told me that flared trousers were going to be out of fashion soon, its going to be straight trousers. Being arty, I’d been into Bowie, and hence Lou Reed, and Iggy and the Stooges, and hence interested in punk rock. It was about the time Nick Kent’s New York piece came out. I felt alienated cos I was fifteen when we moved from Dundee to Glasgow, I had this accent. At that time Edinburgh was the cultural centre and Glasgow was more earthy. I was ridiculed cos I had this east coast accent.

“I bought a pair of plastic sandals and plastic glasses, and a sixties jacket, and went to the precinct in Argyll Street, and everyone looked at me and laughed, and I quite liked that. In 76 I started wearing straight trousers in earnest.

“By this time I had bought the Jonathan Richman album, and thought I was quite smart, I’d bought this black shirt and stencilled Berserkely on it. I went to where he worked, and he wore flares and a Noel Edmonds type centre parting at that time, so I was a bit disappointed. He didn’t print the cartoon. The next issue, Stephen and James put in an advert, saying, A New York group forming in the Bears Den area… in issue three or four, Tony let us do this article on Glasgow record shops and their attitude to punk. The best shop was a place called Graffiti, where a guy called Scott MacArthur worked, and where Simple Minds and the Jolt hung out. The Johnny and the Self Abusers concerts were happening at the time, and I never saw them, but I was aware of them. I was doing a graphics and illustration course at the college and there was a guy there called Peter MacArthur who later took a lot of photos of Orange Juice. He was a Johnny and the Self Abusers fan. We supported them, Stephen, James and myself when we formed the New Sonics, later on. Their set at the time was Janie Jones, not the Clash song. Pablo Picasso, not the Jonathan Richman song. The chorus went, all the girls think you’re an asshole, Pablo Picasso. No thought, no effort, they just wanted to be a punk group. The biggest influences were Genesis and the Doctors of Madness. Their big rivals were Rev Olting and the Backstabbers. They were from Blackhill, a terrible depressed area. Their magnum opus was a thing called Blackhill, which sometimes lasted ten minutes, like Sister Ray. Feedback, and Rev Olting would do an Iggy Pop, stripped to the waist, smash glass into his chest and roll about screaming Blackhill! over all this cacophony. They were more interesting than Johnny and the Self Abusers, and all their material was their own. It later surfaced on the record that Stephen put out. They became James King and the Lone Wolves, and Rev Olting became a soul boy again. Turned his back on punk. When we first met him he had a swastika in magic marker all over his face at the Damned supporting Marc Bolan.

Stephen meanwhile had got this job in one of the branches of Listen, being their token young punk amongst all the hippies…

We saw the White Riot tour, Stephen liked the Clash, I liked the Buzzcocks and the Slits and the Subway Sect. They were so horrendous, I couldn’t believe they were getting away with it. I helped the Buzzcocks and the Slits with their gear. The Clash were kind of semi-professional, and the Jam were very professional for that time. We thought we were on that level so we started taking it a wee bit more seriously then as the New Sonics. Later on in 77 this old time Glasgow show biz character, Mr Flaherty, who called himself Disco Harry, who was into the Travolta look, he ran the punk club, the Silver Threads, in Paisley. Glasgow had peculiar licensing laws, so they couldn’t have the concerts in Glasgow. So we’d all commute out to Paisley to see Generation X and the Buzzcocks, and the Crabs and the Prefects. The audience used to average about forty in there.

Was there much violence?

Just cosmetic violence. I never saw any, except people looking to beat punk rockers up.

Was there a lot of that?

All the time, yeah. If you wore straight jeans you would be chased, laughed at, or ridiculed.

In 78 we played there ourselves, supporting a group called The Shock, who faded into obscurity. Later we were on the bill with Steel Pulse, Simple Minds the first time they were called the Simple Minds. They’d started writing more serious songs but still with other people’s titles, like Chelsea Girl.

What were you playing by then?

I think we wrote Felicity then. We did, We’re Gonna Have a Real Good Time Together, which went down quite well. But we were really bad. The first concert we did, Stephen was the singer.

There was a punk rock festival organised by this guy called Gerry Atric, had a band called Gerry Atric and the Pencils, with the Backstabbers, The Shock, ourselves and The Subhumans headlining. It turned into a kind of Altamont, cos they’d got these Hell’s Angels as security, who didn’t like the punks. They didn’t like the lead singer of the Shock when he smashed up the grand piano either, so we never got to go onstage, but we’d got paid forty pounds, and we scarpered in a taxi while all the mayhem ensued. About 1980 Arthur Haggerty organised this thing in Maryhill, a run down area full of neds who were into Showaddywaddy. All the neds jumped onstage shouting Showaddywaddy! and grabbed the microphone off me. They liked Stephen’s rather primitive drumming. They told me, you’re going to get stabbed after this concert, pal. They chased us all into the dressing room, except one poor punk who was caught outside and kicked to a pulp. They had to bring police and an ambulance, and that was how we got out. There was so much animosity from these Showaddywaddy fans.

Were you aware of what else was going on with punk?

I never went down to London myself. Stephen went down a lot. Stephen knew Alan Horne through the record shop, Listen. He’d met him through Alan’s fanzine., We’d done a fanzine ourselves in 77 called No Variety. James wrote political pieces. When the Scotland football team were going to play in Chile in the stadium where they’d had the executions in 74 during the military coup, James wrote about why they shouldn’t do this, which ended with the line, will you wipe the blood from their football boots, Willy Ormonde? There were also retrospectives on the Troggs. I wrote a retrospective on the third Velvet Underground album. Stephen always wanted to be very hip, and Teenage Depression came out the same week as White Riot, so he had two contrasting singles reviews of them. He wrote, go fuck yourself, masters, fuck off with your pathetic old rock band. This is the only teen record that matters: White Riot!

Alan’s fanzine was called Swankers. He’d done it solely to annoy his flatmate, Brian Superstar. They’d come a seaside town south of Glasgow, a popular resort near Ayr. Alan called himself Eva Braun, and his friend the Slob, and he wrote about himself and Brian Superstar and this girlfriend character Janice Fuck. There were other characters that they knew and didn’t like, cos he was involved with the British Movement, called Bandy Waterhole.

There was another fanzine, Craig Campbell’s, called Trash 77, which he started when Tony D moved Ripped & Torn down to London. Trash 77 was quite popular, sold lots of copies, but we only printed twenty of each issue of No Variety, and left it at that. Inside the cover [of T77] it had a picture of Auschwitz, with Jewish people lying dead, with the caption, “Good Carnage, But Not Great Carnage”. There was a bigot’s quiz. full of racist shit, and the picture of Brian Jones with the SS uniform, with Brian Superstar’s head over this…

Then he started taking it a bit more seriously, and I met him at the Bowie concert in 78. He wanted us to do a punk/reggae version of Springtime for Hitler, and he’d come on in lederhosen and sing it.

Where did all this Nazi obsession come from?

He’s always been obsessed with nazis. When punk came along, and he saw Siouxsie, and with the Bowie thing at Victoria station, Alan was a huge Bowie fan… he wasn’t anti-semitic, he just liked the graphics and the uniforms. I thought it was silly. Stephen was very intolerant of anyone wearing swastikas, but he tolerated it in Alan cos Alan was also very camp. Alan insists that all the ideas he had then are the ones Morrisey has now, and because he’s adopted, he thinks Morrisey must have been his lost twin. Rita Tushingham, that whole frame of reference.

Was there much National Front activity in Glasgow?

No, but Rock Against Racism was very trendy.

Wasn’t there a magazine called Chickenshit?

Yeah, that was Bandy Waterhole’s magazine. Now he was genuinely racist. He came from a small town, never really seen any black people, not seen any other cultures apart from this very anal retentive, Scottish thing. The Protestant work ethic, uptight people.

By 79 none of us wanted to be associated with punk, because of bands like Sham 69 and UK Subs coming up. All the neds.

Were there any punk clothes shops in Glasgow?

No, not till much later. There was Paddy’s Market, where you could buy just about anything. Lots of shirts for 10p… Beatles fan club records. Nobody had a clue what they were selling. Not many youth went down there, so we bought all our stuff there.

When did the Postcard thing start?

The country influence was mainly James Kirk.

When did you change from the New Sonics to Orange Juice?

79. We had a whole load of new ideas, and we thought that the name Orange Juice would stand out like the proverbial sore thumb, amidst all the punk names. I didn’t think of any of the connotations the name would have with freshness, or anything like that. Stephen liked it because he thought there was a psychedelic thing going to happen, and he thought, wash away the acid trip with orange juice. I wasn’t thinking of that. Alan liked it. We were briefly a three piece, and I asked this little hippy guy to join as a bass player, David McClimie, and Alan thought he was perfect. He thought he was like a little girl.

Posted on October 29, 2008 at 3:43 pm

miércoles, 8 de abril de 2009

Postcard - Discografía Completa y documental sobre The Sound Of Young Scotland




Me he encontrado un myspace sobre Postcard Records (no oficial-www.myspace.com/postcardrecords) con la discografía completa de Postcard. Las fotos están sacadas del blogspot the sound of Young Scotland

Por cierto, en youtube hay algunos minutos de un documental que se emitió sobre The Sound of Young Scotland:

COMPLETE DISCOGRAPHY


DISCOGRAPHY 1980 - 1981

7" - Orange Juice - Falling and laughing/Moscow/Moscow olympics (80-0) 1980
(royal blue labels, early copies came with free I wish I was a postcard flexi and white and blue drumming cat logo postcard)

LP - Josef K - Sorry for laughing (80-1) 1980 unreleased
(approximately 20 white label copies in existence less than 10 of which have proof sleeves which are different to The only fun in town sleeve)

7" - Orange Juice - Blueboy/Lovesick (80-2) 1980
(first pressing came with sky blue labels and a wrap around poster sleeve hand coloured by the band, the second pressing featured brown labels and brown cowboy sleeve, there was also a misspressing with yellow and red labels and a white cowboy sleeve)

7" - Josef K - Radio drill time/Crazy to exist (80-3) 1980
(first pressing came with sky blue labels and a wrap around poster sleeve hand coloured by the band, the second pressing featured brown labels and brown cowboy sleeve, there was also a misspressing with yellow and red labels and a white cowboy sleeve)

7" - The Go Betweens - I need two heads/Stop before you say it (80-4) 1980
(brown labels and brown cowboy sleeve, there was also a misspressing with yellow and red labels and a white cowboy sleeve)

7" - Josef K - It's kinda funny/Final request (80-5) 1980
(brown labels and brown cowboy sleeve, initial copies with 7" size colour paper insert)

7" - Orange Juice - Simply thrilled honey/Breakfast time (80-6) 1980
(brown labels and brown cowboy sleeve, initial copies with 7" size colour paper insert)

7" - Orange Juice - Poor old soul/Poor old sould (part 2) (81-2) 1981
(black kilts sleeve, initial copies with lyric postcard)

7" - Aztec Camera - Just like gold/We could send letters(81-3) 1981
(black kilts sleeve, initial copies with lyric postcard)

7" - Josef K - Sorry for laughing/Revelation (TW1 023/81-4) 1981 (Released on the Belgian Crepuscle label under licence from Postcard)

7" - Josef K - Chance meeting/Pictures (81-5) 1981
(lback kilts sleeve, initial copies with lyric postcard)

7" - Orange Juice - Wan light/You old eccentric (81-6) 1981 unreleased

LP - Josef K - The only fun in town (81-7) 1981

7" - Aztec Camera - Mattress of wire/Lost outside the tunnel (81-8) 1981

The following catalogue numbers were allocated for future releases -

7" - The Go Betweens - Your turn my turn (81-9)

LP - Orange Juice - Ostrich churchyard (81-10)

7" - The Secret Goldfish - Hey mister (81-11)

7" - The Bluebells - Everybody's somebody's fool (81-12)

LP - Aztec camera - Green jacket grey (81-13) (still criminally unrleased. Studio demos and live versions exist of the following tracks - Green jacket grey, His spirit shows, Remember the docks, Nothing in the sky and early versions of Pillar to post, Orchid girl, Release and maybe the inclusion of Just like gold/We could send letters (original Postcard version) and Mattress of wire/Lost ouside the tunnel (original Postcard version) could have made the perfect debut album?)

7" - Jazzateers - Wasted (81-14)

LP - Jazzateers - Lee (82 - ?) (A 13 track debut album was recorded in 1981/1982. This particular line up of the band featured the Rutkowski sisters and Paul Quinn and was produced by Alan Horne but was never released - Can it be/Hey mister/Different feeling/I shot the president/Red letter day/Blue moon over Hawaii/Don't let your son grow up to be a cowboy/Different drum/Lee/Apres ski/Two part harmony/Slight return/Natural progression. The sound is somewhat different to the full throttle Orange Juice/Josef K sound on the Jazzateers self titled debut album released on Rough Trade with a much more country/jazz flavour throughout and the vocals are shared between the girls and Paul Quinn)

DISCOGRAPHY 1992 - 1997

LP/CD - Paul Quinn and the independent group - The phantoms and the archetypes (DUBH 921) 1992 (also on cassette)

LP/CD - Orange Juice - Ostrich churchyard (DUBH 922) 1992
(LP came with limited edition 10" irritation disc, a blank piece of vinyl with no playable grooves, also on cassette)

LP/CD - The nectarine no. 9 - A sea with three stars (DUBH 931) 1993

LP/CD - Orange juice - The heather's on fire (DUBH 932) 1993

7"/CDS - Paul Quinn and the independent group - Stupid thing/Passing thought/Superstar (DUBH 933) 1993

7"/CDS - Orange Juice - Blueboy/Lovesick/Poor old soul (French language version)/Poor old soul (Instrumental version) (DUBH934) 1993

LP/CD - Vic Godard - The end of the Surrey people (DUBH 936) 1993

7"/CD - Vic Godard - Won't turn back/The water was bad/ Conscience be your guide/Same mistakes (DUBH 937)1993

CDS - The Nectarine no. 9 - Un-loaded for you EP (DUBH939) 1993

CDS - D'un echantillon de marchandises EP - Punk rock hotel - Paul quinn and the Independent Group/Holes of Corpus Christie - The Nectarine no. 9/Louise louise - Orange Juice/End of the Surrey people - Vic Godard (DUBH 9315)
(Released on the Australian label Summershine under licence from Postcard given the catalogue number DUBH 9315) 1993

CD - The Nectarine no. 9 - Guitar thieves (CDNT 004)
(released on the Nighttracks label under licence from Postcard given the catalogue number DUBH 941) 1994

7" - The Nectarine no. 9 - This arsehole's been burned too Many times before (DUBH 942) 1994

LP/CD - Paul Quinn and the independent group - Will I ever be inside of you (DUBH 945) 1994 (The CD was also released in the USA on the Thirsty Ear Recordings label under licence from Postcard - thi cd 57024. It featured a completely different sleeve to the UK pressing. The CD was also re-released on Marina Records in 1994 featuring the original UK sleeve - MA7/MACD 93639)

LP/CD - The nectarine no. 9 - Niagara falls (SALD 214)
(Released on the Canadian label Shake under licence from Postcard given the catalogue number DUBH 9410) 1994

LP/CD - The nectarine no. 9 - Saint Jack (DUBH 951) 1995

CDS - Pregnant with possibilities EP - Tiger tiger/Will I ever be inside of you - Paul Quinn and the Independent Group Just another fucked up little druggy Jock Scot & the Nectarine no. 9 - Grunge girl groan - Jock Scot (DUBH 952) 1995

CD - Orange juice - The heather's on fire - reissue and repackaged CD in jewel case not gatefold card sleeve like the original 1993 release featuring different sleeve artwork, sleeve notes and CD design (DUBH 955) 1995

CD - Jock Scot - My personal culloden (Samo 1877)
(Released on the Samo label under licence from Postcard given the catalogue number DUBH 972)

All remaining DUBH catalogue numbers as far as I know relate to press releases, trade adverts, posters, etc released in extremely limited quantities and usually not actually given catalogue numbers on the items themselves. White label 7"'s and promos also exist from 1980 onwards but only in very limited quantities, I only have just the one myself!!! If anyone has any further info please get in touch......

OTHER POSTCARD RELATED RELEASES

After the initial phase of Postcard came to an end in 1981, Orange Juice had signed a major label deal with Polydor, the band's (first officially released*) debut album You can't hide your love forever and it's two singles Love love and Felicity although pressed on Polydor vinyl and given Polydor catalogue numbers were also given a joint Polydor/Postcard logo on the labels and the sleeves. Infact the drumming cat is as big and bold as ever occupying the whole of the A-side label on the Love love 7" and 12", legend has it that as part of the deal to sign to Polydor that Alan Horne purposely negotiated the Polydor/Postcard logo for the first album and two singles (smart move I say!!!) (*Orange Juice's real debut album was of course Ostrich churchyard, it sounded much rawer and represented the real Orange Juice of 1981, You can't hide your love forever fell foul to a more polished produced sound and the drumming cat logo on the label and sleeve was one of the only things that remained about the sound of young Scotland until the second coming of the label in 1992 when after laying in the vaults for over eleven years Ostrich churchyard was finally released to sensational public acclaim. Sadly the release was strictly limited, in the true tradition of Postcard but is now easily available to purchase on the excellent Glasgow school compilation released on the Domino label two years ago, in addition to the album it features all of the Postcard 7" A and B sides and some radio session tracks)

7"/12" - Orange juice - Love love/Intuition told me (+Moscow on 12") (Polydor/Postcard - POSP357/POSPX357 - 1981) (The 7" featured an orange sleeve and the 12" came in a completey different blue sleeve)

7"/12" - Orange Juice - Felicity/In a nutshell (+You old eccentric on 12") (Polydor/Postcard - POSP386/POSPX386 - 1982)

LP/CASS - Orange Juice - You can't hide your love forever (Polydor/Postcard - POLS 1057 - 1982)

7" - Orange Juice - Rip it up/A sad lament (Polydor - POSP547 - 1983) (Initial copies came with a free 4 track cassette - The Felicity sessions, the formative years, 4 tracks recorded live at Edingburgh Tevoit on 21.04.79. - Simply thrilled honey, Botswana, Time to develop, Blueboy)

7" - Orange Juice - Bridge/Out for the count (Polydor - OJ5 - 1984) (Initial copies came with a free 1 track flexi disc of a live version of Poor old soul)

viernes, 31 de octubre de 2008

Music legends Orange Juice together again 26 years after split


http://www.sundaymail.co.uk/tv-showbiz-news/music-news/2008/10/26/music-legends-orange-juice-together-again-26-years-after-split-78057-20840168/

Oct 26 2008 By Billy Sloan
THE legendary Orange Juice are getting back together for the first time in 26 years to receive a top music award.
The band will get together next month to be honoured by Nordoff-Robbins Scotland.
It will be an emotional reunion after singer Edwyn Collins almost died from a brain haemorrhage in 2005.
The charity raises money to fund music therapists and Edwyn benefited from Nordoff-Robbins' painstaking work during his long road to recovery.
Edwyn, 49, said: "I'm very flattered.
It's all part of the renaissance of Orange Juice. I have fond memories of the band and am looking forward to seeing them all again."
The original Orange Juice line-up - Edwyn, bassist David McClymont, guitarist James Kirk and drummer Steven Daly - formed in 1979.
Over three years they released four singles, Falling And Laughing, Blue Boy, Simply Thrilled Honey and Poor Old Soul, on indie label Postcard Records.
Their debut album You Can't Hide Your Love Forever peaked at No.21.
The band have influenced hundreds of acts such as The Smiths, Franz Ferdinand and Belle And Sebastian.
David, 48, said: "Orange Juice were a dysfunctional bunch of people whose career was a roller-coaster ride.
"We went from being an act nobody was interested in to one of the biggest indie bands in the UK.
"We really needed a level-headed manager but, if anything, Postcard founder Alan Horne was even crazier than we were. It took years for me to realise I'd been part of something so important musically.
"Now with the endorsement of Franz Ferdinand it's almost come full circle.
It's the end of a journey in a way."
Steven said: "Orange Juice set rolling a multi-million pound industry and completely reshaped Glasgow's self image.
That wasn't easy.
"We were self aware enough to realise our records were making history."
David met Edwyn at Glasgow College of Printing in 1977. Steven and James had been school mates at Bearsden Academy.
David said: "When I first saw Edwyn I thought he was an interesting looking guy. He asked me to join his band even though I couldn't play an instrument.
"He taught me bass guitar two weeks before our first gig at Glasgow School of Art on April 20, 1979."
Steven, 48, had spotted Edwyn on a Glasgow bus a year earlier.
Steven said: "He was reading Melody Maker - the wrong thing to do at the time - but he was wearing a Buddy Holly badge. I thought he looked pretty cool.
"He played me his record collection. It was full of Velvet Underground, Nico and David Bowie."
It will be the first time the band have been together since 1982. They were devastated when Edwyn fell ill three years ago.
He battled back to health and released solo album Home Again last year.
David said: "It's amazing what he's achieved since his illness. That's why it's important for us to get together."
James and Steven had left by the time the band had their biggest hit Rip It Up in 1983.
The reunion will bring back fond memories.
Steven said: "In 1981, we played the Bungalow Bar in Paisley, supported by Aztec Camera.
"We were getting great national press but had no idea if anybody in Glasgow even cared.
"We rolled up and saw hundreds of art school kids queuing outside. That's when I knew something was happening."
Joe Aitken of award sponsor Glasgow City Marketing Bureau said: "Orange Juice are fantastic ambassadors for the city, both as musicians and style icons.
"We're delighted to recognise one of Scotland's greatest bands."
THE original line-up of Orange Juice have not been on stage together since splitting in 1982. Here we catch up on what they have been doing since then.
JAMES KIRK
WROTE two of Orange Juice's most famous songs - Felicity and Wan Light.
When the guitarist and drummer Steven left Orange Juice in 1982, they formed a new group called Memphis and released one single, You Supply The Roses.
He wrote songs with Paul Haig and The Independent Group before leasing a solo album, You Can Make If You Boogie, in 2003.
James later quit the music business and is now a chiropodist with a actice in Glasgow.
STEVEN DALY
IN 1989, Steven moved to New York where he lives with wife Kirsten. They are expecting their first child in January.
He is a contributing editor for US glossy Vanity Fair and travels the world on assignments.
Steven has interviewed Madonna, David Beckham, Jim Carey and Johnny Depp. He said: "I interviewed Becks while he played for Real Madrid.
"Posh - who was wearing just a pink bikini - lay on a towel just 12 feet from me sunbathing during our chat at their Spanish home."
DAVID McCLYMONT
IN 1984, David - of Girvan - emigrated to Australia where he lives with wife Janet near Melbourne.
He is a writer for the respected Lonely Planet travel guides and played bass with Kylie Minogue on an Aussie TV pop show.
David, 49, said: "I moved to Australia to escape the music business. I didn't realise Orange Juice were famous 11,000 miles from home.
"Sydney was full of Postcard Records' obsessives so I suddenly got invited to a lot of dinner parties and it opened many doors for me."
EDWYN COLLINS
NOW lives in London with wife and manager Grace and their teenages on William.
He wrote Rip It Up which reached No.8 in the charts in 1983. It was to be Orange Juice's biggest hit when they continued with a new line-up.
When the group disbanded two years later, he pursued a solo career which included hit 1994 single A Girl Like You, later covered by Rod Stewart.
He is also a record producer having worked on albums by The Proclaimers and The Cribs.
Earlier this year, Edwyn played his first UK concerts since his illness.

jueves, 2 de octubre de 2008

Robert Forster sobre Grant McLennan (The Monthly, July 2006, No. 14)


Leyendo este estupendo blog (http://pantry.wordpress.com/2008/10/01/demon-days/) me he encontrado este gran texto. Es una joya sobre The Go Betweens. Es muy largo, pero vale la pena.



True Hipster


Remembering Grant McLennan

by Robert Forster


On 6 May, on a Saturday afternoon while preparing a housewarming party, Grant McLennan, a friend and working partner of mine for 30 years, died of a heart attack. He was 48 years old. This is a remembrance.
Grant and I started the Brisbane band The Go-Betweens in January 1978. We’d met two years earlier in the drama department at the University of Queensland, where we were both doing Bachelor of Arts degrees centred mainly on English literature. Most of the drama subjects were taught at a small off-campus theatre called the Avalon. It was a jostling atmosphere in which Grant and I felt immediately at home, and our friendship began and blossomed here, amid the costume trunks, the works of Beckett, Genet and Ionesco (perfect for a pop band), and a genial professor, an Englishman by the name of Harry Garlick. It was action, and fun, and good learning, and it’s where The Go-Betweens started.
Grant was a whiz-kid when I first met him. His passion was film. He was either going to be a director or the greatest film critic this country had ever seen. At 18, he was writing reviews for a publication called Cinema Papers, while working at the Schonell, the campus cinema where he assisted with the programming. At 19, he’d done his BA. It was as if he’d raced so hard, and with such brilliance, that he’d got slightly ahead of himself. His application for the film and television school in Sydney was turned down on the grounds that he was too young. Which is where I came in, to fill a gap that was to be merely a year or two, before further adventures took us elsewhere.
While Grant had been pouring himself into film, I’d been falling into music. My academic record at university was patchy beside his. I never finished the degree. The electric guitar and stirrings overseas sighted in the music press were starting to consume me. Grant knew I had a band with a university friend and a drummer, and this intrigued him. The band, which went under two names, The Mosquitoes (taken from Gilligan’s Island) and The Godots (from Beckett), only did three shows over two years, of which Grant saw the last two. At the final show, we played the first good song I thought I’d written. It was called ‘Karen’.
The similarities between us were strong. We were both private-school boys who’d done well academically but come out of the system with no idea of a career. We were both looking for something that bohemian-free Brisbane couldn’t offer, except in the traditional safety of an Arts degree. And we were both uneasy and difficult, having emerged from families who looked on somewhat bewildered at the eldest sons they had produced. When Grant and I met, we didn’t know it but we’d found each other. Rough mirror-images. And when the friendship that had begun in classes grew to the point where I visited his house and saw his bedroom stacked with film books, novels and posters, I realised his “thing”, film, wasn’t just an enthusiasm; it was an obsession. And I knew that was exactly how I felt about music.
We began a slow exchange. He told me about French new wave cinema and film noir. I told him about the greatness of the Velvet Underground. He told me about auteur theory and the genius of Preston Sturges. I told him about Dylan in the mid-’60s. He mentioned Godard and Truffaut. We became Godard and Truffaut. Brisbane didn’t know it at the time, but there were two 19-year-olds driving around in a car who thought they were French film directors.
So we started the band when he accepted my offer to teach him bass guitar. But it was more than that. It was the decision to pool our ambitions and resources and go for something greater than ourselves, and in this we were aided by one piece of luck: Grant was musical. He could have remained a film student who played the bass, but instead he quickly became a musician. He had a fantastic singing voice and a perfect melodic knack, unknown when I asked him to start the group. What I did know was that, given his obvious creative tendencies, he would write songs. That it took only six weeks surprised me. But after such a short time, he showed me a bass riff, I wrote a chorus, and it became the first Forster–McLennan composition. It was called ‘Big Sleeping City’, and we played it for a year.
Being in a band and releasing our first single – ‘Lee Remick / Karen’, in September 1978 – gave us a certain instant notoriety, which we both enjoyed. For Grant it gave him things at 20 that a film career mightn’t have handed him until he was 30: recognition, creative adventure, the instant smell that we were going places. The journey had begun. The first vial of our friendship was put aside and we became The Go-Betweens. And from then on we set off on the crusade, with the band as first priority in our lives. We travelled, recorded, added and lost members, and built up the best body of work we could until we crashed 11 years later. Occasionally, through these years, Grant and I would catch each other’s eye – as we flew into New York, or played a big Danish rock festival, or went on a French TV show – and think, this is what we did it for, these pop moment milestones that both of us had dreamed of back in Brisbane, at the beginning.
Through all of this we stayed good friends. There was something special about our friendship that we could take deep into our work, making crucial creative decisions along the way and never flaring up or tearing at each other. We operated on two rules: each was to have the same number of songs on every album, and we both had to agree on something before we did it. Our confidence in what we could do was amazing. It was as if being in The Go-Betweens gave us an invisible shield, allowing us to believe that nothing could knock us out. Grant was central to this. Every album was “our best so far”, and any time I dipped in confidence he was there to pick me up. He was a great working partner. Not only the songs – ‘Cattle and Cane’, ‘Bachelor Kisses’, ‘Bye Bye Pride’, ‘Streets of Your Town’, ‘Finding You’, ‘Boundary Rider’ – but also as an up-close inspirational artist in my life.
This is what he was like. I’d drive over to his place to play guitar and he’d be lying on a bed reading a book. Grant never felt guilt about this. The world turned and worked; he read. That was the first message. He’d offer to make coffee, and I knew – and here’s one of the great luxuries of my life – I knew I could ask him anything, on any artistic frontier, and he’d have an answer. He had an encyclopaedic mind of the arts, with his own personal twist. So, as he worked on the coffee, I could toss in anything I liked – something that had popped up in my life that I needed his angle on. I’d say, “Tell me about Goya,” or, “What do you know about Elizabeth Bishop’s poetry?” or, “Is the Youth Group CD any good?” And, his head over the kitchen table, he’d arch an eyebrow just to ascertain that I was serious, which I always was. Then he’d start. Erudite, logical, authoritative and never condescending – not one ounce of superiority came with the dispensing of his opinion. God. I’m going to miss that. And of all the holes his departing has left, this for me is the biggest: the person you can go to who is so much on your wavelength, stocked with shared experience, whom you don’t ask for life advice – Grant would be one of the last people there! – but who, as a fellow artist, you can go toe to toe with and always come away totally inspired by. Well, that’s a great thing.
And it wasn’t only me. Since his death, his role as inspirer and informer has come out strongly in remembrance. An old friend, Steve Haddon, says, “Meeting Grant in 1976 was like getting an education.” Another friend, Andrew Wilson, writes, “Thank you for playing ‘Johnny Jewel’, Blonde on Blonde, and Jane Birkin to me in a wooden Spring Hill room.” Of the 1500 responses that quickly sprung up on the internet, many spoke of a meeting with Grant, in a bar, a café, somewhere in the world, when he told them something of someone – made an inspired artistic connection, a tip that these people carried with them. His place here is as a true hipster, in the 1940s and ’50s sense of the word. Someone perched on the streets, in the saloons, on the lower side of life, possessing razor-sharp and deep knowledge of the cultural front – but never lording it in the traditional manner. Half jokingly, I once suggested he return to academia. He laughed the idea off, preferring to be the secret holder of wisdom “on a barstool throne”.
The break-up of the band in 1989 was savage and abrupt. Grant and I had had enough. We’d written six lauded albums and the band was broke. In the end, we were doing Sydney pub gigs to pay ourselves wages. It was a nasty treadmill. Grant and I had planned to go on as a duo and do an acoustic album, but this got blown sky-high when his girlfriend left him on the day he told her that the band was over. The next weeks were chaos. Grant was destroyed. I stayed, consoling him and trying to make sense of the mess that we had brought on by trying to gain our freedom. But then I had to follow my own heart and return to Germany, where I’d found the beginnings of a new life over the last six months. The duo idea hit the rocks when Grant informed the record company he wanted a solo career. The fact that he told them before me hurt. But he had a girlfriend to try and win back, and this coloured many of his decisions over the next years.
For the remainder of the decade we had fulfilling solo careers. It was great to work alone and grow. There were letters and calls between us, uneasy given the differences between our new worlds – him in the cauldron, me in the Bavarian countryside. We both felt happy to have the band behind us, immensely proud of the work we’d done, but drained from all that it had taken out of us. When my first solo album, Danger In The Past, came out I didn't even want to leave the house. There was only one show in Australia: in Sydney, where Grant joined me. Professionally, that’s what we did together for the remainder of the decade; every eighteen months or so, an offer would come in from some part of the world, attractive enough for Grant and I to do a one-off acoustic show together, catch up, and then go back to our own lives.
There was one other thing, though: the film script. This was a crazy dream dating back to the late ’70s. When Grant and I started working together, The Go-Betweens was to be the calling card, the most visible and instantly attractive thing we did. Behind it, we had a number of other ideas we were going to unleash upon the world once the band was famous, which our 20-year-old minds figured would be in about three years. It was the Orson Welles theory: get famous at one thing, and then bring on everything else you can do. So there was a film and a book in the wings. The film was a jewel-heist caper set on the Gold Coast and then Sydney, a vehicle aimed at our favourite American actor of the time, James Garner. The book was going to be a microscopic dissection and ode to our favourite pop-star of all time, Bob Dylan, and it was going to be called ‘The Death of Modern America: Bob Dylan 1964–66’ (which still rings like a great line to me).
Neither got beyond rough fragments, though the wish to write a film together stayed. So, in 1995, with both of us back in Brisbane, we spent three months in the bowels of the Dendy cinema in George Street writing a film called ‘Sydney Creeps’. It was wonderful being in a room together working on something other than music, though the script is not as good as it should be. The wrestling over each line and plot twist robbed it of flow and a strong voice. Still, it was done, and there it was: a thick notebook written in longhand, many lines crossed out and written over, lying in a trunk of Grant’s last possessions.
We reconvened the band in 2000. Over the next six years we recorded three albums, toured, and took the whole thing, to our great pleasure, up another level. We were on the cusp of something. It’s strange to say that about a band that had existed for 17 years, but with Adele and Glenn, our bass player and drummer, by our side, all doors still felt open. We were still up for the championship, and we had a growing audience willing us on to bigger and better things. And we had new songs: Grant had a fantastic batch for an album we were going to do next year. I said to him that all my writing up until the recording would just be catching up to what he had. Album number ten was going to be something special.
Yet he wasn’t happy. He was proud of the band’s recent success, and his private life, after a long bumpy ride, was settled. He was in love, and the most content and up I’d seen him in a long time. But deep down there remained a trouble, a missing piece that he was always trying to find but never did. Family, a loving girlfriend, a circle of friends: all could count for so much, and it was a hell of a lot, but it could never cover over a particular hurt. When Grant was four, his father died. Perhaps it stemmed from this. The missing father, the anchor that would have kept him in friendlier waters and, maybe, on narrower paths through his life. He cut a lonely figure. He was sad. Sometimes I would visit him and it would take me an hour to pull him out. Twice in his life I was with him when he was totally shattered. And there were many years I missed when we weren’t in the same city.
I can remember being hit by the lyrics he put to his first songs. I was shocked by their melancholy and the struggle for joy. I’d known the happy-go-lucky university student. As soon as he wrote, there it was. Any appreciation or remembrance of Grant has to take this into account. He didn’t parade it, but it’s all over his work, and it was in his eye.
His refuge was art and a romantic nature that made him very lovable, even if he did take it to ridiculous degrees. Here was a man who, in 2006, didn’t drive; who owned no wallet or watch, no credit card, no computer. He would only have to hand in his mobile phone and bankcard to be able to step back into the gas-lit Paris of 1875, his natural home. I admired this side of him a great deal, and it came to be part of the dynamic of our pairing. He called me “the strategist”. He was the dreamer. We both realised, and came to relish, the perversity of the fact that this was an exact reversal of the perception people had of us as artists and personalities in the band – that I was the flamboyant man out of time and Grant the sensible rock. In reality, the opposite was true.
The last time I saw him was about two weeks before he died. The circumstances of the visit were the same as they’d been for almost 30 years: to play guitar together and do the catch-up with an old friend. He had a two-storey granny flat at the back of the house he lived in, and we played on a small deck there. A railroad track runs behind the house, and occasionally trains passed through the songs. We took breaks from the playing, and talked; we had such fun together. Talking. Always talking and gossiping – silly stuff we’d go round and round on.
After four hours I left. He was standing on the front veranda as I walked down to the front gate. In the mailbox was a wrapped copy of the New York Review of Books. I took it out and looked at the cover. I called to him, saying I didn’t know he got this. He told me he had a subscription, and if I wanted to I could borrow back-issues. I thanked him, said I would and then said goodbye. As I walked to the car and got in, I wondered how many singer-songwriters or rock stars in the world got the New York Review of Books delivered on subscription. Not many, I thought. Maybe just one.

Robert Foster vs el Kiko (Rock de Lux Septiembre 2008)




domingo, 28 de septiembre de 2008

Edwyn Collins on Vic Godard (The Guardian - August 22 2008)


Edwyn Collins on Vic Godard

"When you mention Vic Godard, everybody still goes 'who'? Only the real cognoscenti know who he is. I first met him when I was stood outside the Lyceum in Edinburgh. He was playing with Subway Sect, along with the Slits and the Jam, but Subway Sect were my favourites. I asked if I could carry his gear in. I didn't meet him again until 1991 or 1992. Geoff Travis put us together, and I produced Vic's album End of the Surrey People. Paul Cook was his drummer by then, and he was a bit cagy, a bit protective. He thought I was taking the piss."

sábado, 26 de abril de 2008

"Dive For Your Memory" by Kevin Pearce (from tangents.co.uk)


Pic from The Go Betweens - "The Able Label Singles"

I used to listen to the Go-Betweens a lot. I listen to the Go-Betweens a lot now. I used to pay some Go-Betweens songs all the time, now I play other Go-Betweens songs all the time.
I´ve deeply personal memories of many groups, but I never listen to those groups and I dont want to remember many things. I do have vivid memories of the Go-Betweens, and I´dd like to share a few, if you will excuse me.
1. The 1982 World Cup: was that the one where the sheikh in the crowd stood up and his national team trooped off in protest at something or nothing? I should have been putting final touches to my revision, but all I can remember is watching football and listening to the Go-Betweens Send Me A Lullaby and The Blue Orchids Greatest Hit.
2. That was a small thing, I know, but it stayed with me, as did many a Go-Betweens line. "His father´s watch, he left it in the shower." And, of course. "Thats her handwriting, thats the way she writes."
3. 1983, at the Venue, Victoria, squeezed in between Felt and the Smiths and certainly stealing the show. The debut of Robert Vickers, adding an angelic mod presence to a set of songs that would become Spring Hill Fair. Do I still have a tape of that night? Probably not, and I dont need it. Its not easy to forget just how substantial their sound was then, and how barbed the guitars were on that occasion.
4. You´ve got to agree that its hard to separate the Go-Betweens from the romantic glamour of Postcard legend. There was a time when I knew Alan Horne´s text in the Postcard brochure off by heart, particularly the story of how he hooked the Go-Betweens, later verified by Grant and Robert on a tape zine. How Horne was in London to drop off copies of the Orange Juice debut at the Rough Trade shop, and saw a copy of the Go-Betweens Lee Remick on the wall, next to Ambition by Subway Sect (or was it above it?), remembered hearing Peel play it (so do I), asked for a copy and was informed that they were in town, arranged to meet up at the legendary Northern Soul Subway Sect shows supporting Siouxsie, missed one another and eventually linked up in Glasgow in time for the Funky Glasgow Now! shows. One thing can hold us, one thing can break us.
5. Some stories about their time in London. Poverty and drugs in Kings Cross, a bad time for lots of people, as told in the Jasmine Minks Somers Town and Ghost of a Young Man, when there were lots of exiled kings in mirrors. Robert and Lindy, upstairs and downstairs, huge arguments and madly making up.
6. Another triumphant London Show at the Clarendon, and someone gave a copy of my fanzine to one of the group. I was too starstruck to say anything, but I always wonder if they read it.
7. A final triumphant London show at New Merlins Cave, Kings Cross, a fond farewell arranged by Adam from the Jasmine Minks with all the proceeds paying for their air fares. The power being turned off past closing time but an acoustic Cattle and Cane carried on, carried along on a wave of emotion.
8. Robert´s hair care tips, as featured in Dave Haslam´s Debris. It´s important to care, Robert wrote. Enough to change your life, or at least your shampoo and comb. Like on of Richard Brautigan´s books where a character always puts pepper on his tomatoes, and I have done so since reading that.
9. At an AIDS benefit at the Town and Country Club, with some dear friends from Birmingham, just after seeing The Claim for the first time, and I cant remember anything about the Go-Betweens set except the violin and Robert´s dancing. I wasn´t loyal to the Go-Betweens around that time, but Im sure I had some reason for it: some deep, dark suspicion of polished surfaces and other things on my mind. I do remember Hurrah! playing If Love Could Kill with vivid poignancy and I remember what I wore.
10. Their tension and their tenderness. Yesterday, as all week, listening to 16 Lovers Lane on my walkman, on a busy (but not too!) commuter train wondering what my fellow travellers are listening to, reading, passing Blackheath where still the graffiti says "I feel like Alan Minter", though I never have nudged my neighbour and said "Go on then, what Fall song does that come from?" However, I sit at my desk and sing: "I tried to tell you, I can only say it when we´re apart. About this storm inside of me and how I miss your quiet, quiet heart."

Kevin Pearce. July 1997 (tangents.co.uk)

lunes, 7 de abril de 2008

The Go Betweens Songbook (April 2008)


The Go-Betweens Songbook is being issued in April, to coincide with the release of The Evangelist. The book comprises music and lyrics for 26 Go-Betweens songs, an extensive essay on the history of the band by Klaus Walter, many previously unpublished photographs and an introduction by Robert Forster. The book will be available by mail order from amazon.de or directly from the publisher, Schott Music. The book is published on 4th April 2008.


(From go-betweens.org.uk)


lunes, 31 de marzo de 2008

Edwyn Collins (Smash Hits, 1983)



From soundofyoungscotland.blogspot.com/

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