Posted in 1960s, Events dear boy. Events, Friday On My Mind, Music at 12:00 pm on 5 December 2014
I was sorry to hear yesterday morning of the death of Ian McLagan, keyboard player with the Small Faces and The Faces.
Itchycoo Park was a departure for the group, its phasing making it a part of the mid-60s psychedelia trend, but it does foreground his keyboard playing.
The Small Faces: Itchycoo Park
Ian Patrick ‘Mac’ McLagan; 12/5/1945 – 3/12/2014. So it goes.
Posted in Events dear boy. Events, Football, World Cup at 8:23 pm on 27 November 2014
To Scottish football followers of a certain age (that’ll be me for starters) the name of Arthur Montford is shrouded in misty memory. Well, given that one of his trademarks was the checked jacket and in black and white TV days that caused all sorts of weird effects on the domestic TV screen that should be strobed in misty memory.
The news that he has died is sad. One of the last links to the golden age of sport (for which read football, mainly) on television – golden because there was so little of it it was all precious.
Arthur was a stalwart of STV’s Scotsport programme for many years when it was in its pomp.
No-one who heard one of his commentaries could ever forget it. Liberally sprinkled with the phrase “what a stramash” he also rarely missed the opportunity to say “up go the heads” when two or more players contested a ball in the air.
He never hid his allegiance when commentating on Scotland games, “Mind your legs, Billy” when a scything tackle came in on Billy Bremner. This perhaps reached its peak in the crucial qualifier for the 1974 World Cup at Hampden versus Czechoslovakia with his cry of “Disaster for Scotland” when the Czechs scored first. His euphoria when the game was turned round is there for all to hear.
Nevertheless he seemed a gentleman and his background knowledge of the game always shone through.
Today’s presenters have big footsteps to follow.
Arthur Montford, 1929-2014. So it goes.
Posted in 1960s, Events dear boy. Events, Friday On My Mind, Music at 10:06 pm on 25 October 2014
And today it was Jack Bruce. I heard him on the radio about six months ago promoting a new album and while he sounded a bit fragile he didn’t seem to be ill. Sad.
I remember Cream from the rather unCream-like Wrapping Paper on through I Feel Free to Badge which was no 15 in my “Friday on my Mind” category.
Bruce’s bass playing is more to the fore on this song.
Sunshine of Your Love
John Symon Asher (Jack) Bruce, 14/5/1943 – 25/10/2014. So it goes.
Posted in 1970s, Events dear boy. Events, Reelin' In The Years at 12:00 pm on 24 October 2014
A few days ago it was Raphael Ravenscroft, now Alvin Stardust. In the words of another 70s song, “They’re dropping down like flies, man.”
I don’t remember Alvin Stardust’s first pop incarnation. (Apparently on his comeback, Tony Blackburn – who has a running joke with Graham Norton that he still hasn’t been arrested – bumped into him backstage on Top of the Pops one week and said to him, “Didn’t you used to be Shane Fenton?) I’d heard the name but couldn’t put a tune or face to it.
I do, though, remember the 1970s records and leather clad appearances on TV – complete with outrageous size ring worn outside his glove – and thought he was rather sending up the rock hard man schtick.
I haven’t opted for either of his two big hits, Jealous Mind nor My Coo Ca Choo, though.
Alvin Stardust: Red Dress
Bernard William Jewry – aka Shane Fenton; aka Alvin Stardust. 27/9/1942 – 23/10/2014. So it goes.
Posted in 1970s, Events dear boy. Events, Music at 8:28 pm on 22 October 2014
Sad to hear that the man who really played the signature saxophone solo of the 1970s, Raphael Ravenscroft, has died.
Apparently he wasn’t satisfied with his famous contribution to Gerry Rafferty’s Baker Street. “I’m irritated because it’s out of tune,” he said. “Yeah, it’s flat. By enough of a degree that it irritates me at best.”
Judge for yourselves.
Gerry Rafferty: Baker Street
Raphael Ravenscroft, 4/6/1954 – 19/10/2014. So it goes.
Posted in Events dear boy. Events at 12:00 pm on 15 October 2014
At time of writing I do not know what sentence Oscar Pistorius has received for killing his girlfriend, Reeva Steenkamp. (My personal view is that only custody for a reasonably lengthy time would be sufficient punishment.)
My main bugbear though is the nature of his defence.
As I understand it he pleaded not guilty on the grounds that he thought he was shooting at a burglar.
So his defence against murder is that he was deliberately shooting someone?
How does that work?
Is it a tenet of South African law that you can freely shoot burglars? That notion strikes me as bizarre.
Posted in 1960s, Events dear boy. Events, Jethro Tull, Music at 11:26 pm on 11 October 2014
I just read today of the death of Glenn Cornick, first bassist for Jethro Tull. This was at the time when the band had a very bluesy sound.
At first I thought of marking his passing with Driving Song, the B-side of the Living in the Past single, but its last line isn’t very appropriate in this context.
Instead I’ve chosen Tull’s first – albeit minor – hit.
Love Story was the first time I’d heard Tull – it wasn’t till a few years later and the Living in the Past compilation LP that I realised there had been two singles before this; their first was credited erroneously as by Jethro Toe!
Jethro Tull: Love Story
Glenn Douglas Barnard Cornick: 23/4/1947 – 28/8/2014. So it goes.
Posted in Dumbarton FC, Events dear boy. Events at 2:47 pm on 23 September 2014
I have just seen on the club website the news of Tim Whalen’s death.
Though I do not recall seeing him play I’m sure I must have done as a little boy. I well remember his playing comtemporaries Hughie Gallacher, Tommy Govan and Andy Jardine though their stays at the club lasted beyond Tim’s.
Whatever, my father used to mention Tim in reverent terms and he is widely regarded as one of the club’s greats.
Tim Whalen. So it goes.
Posted in Events dear boy. Events, History at 11:00 am on 3 September 2014
Barely a month after the hundredth anniversary of Great Britain’s entry into what became known as The Great War, today is the seventy-fifth anniversary of the similar joining (more a sidling in than any sort of assertive entrance) of what would grow into the turmoil that overshadowed not only the lives of its participants but also the childhoods of the generation born just after it, my generation; to wit the Second World War – an altogether more vicious, horrific and all-encompasing meat-grinder than its earlier counterpart, despite the perceptions of the two conflicts in this country.
I noted its seventieth anniversary five years ago. Five years gone in a flash.
The war was later described as six years of utter boredom punctuated by ten minutes of sheer terror. That would be a British perspective. I think the Great Patriotic War as fought in the Soviet Union was pretty much sheer terror all the way. The soldiers there would have considered World War 1 trenches a doddle by comparison.
My father was in the Territorial Army and so was called up immediately and travelled into France, without benefit of passport, and Belgium on the end of the Phoney War. Like the rest of the BEF he was soon back in France again (briefly, before being evacuated at Dunkirk) after at one point being a field away from an oncoming German tank. In later 1940 he spent days jumping off a ship into the North Sea in what was apparently a ruse to con the Germans into thinking we were going to invade Europe that year. (I doubt it worked.)
He re-entered Europe some time after D-Day (again without benefit of passport) spending the winter of 1944-5 in Holland but never actually saw action. I was perhaps lucky there. If he had he might have been killed in which case I could not have been born. A sobering thought.
He finally obtained a passport in the 1980s.
Posted in Events dear boy. Events, Science Fiction at 12:00 pm on 19 August 2014
These were announced at the SF Worldcon in London.
(I know I really ought to have gone but it was in Docklands rather than London proper and I don’t even like London much. Perhaps I’m tired of life.)
The winners for fiction were:-
Best novel: Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie
Best novella: Equoid by Charles Stross
Best novelette: The Lady Astronaut of Mars by Mary Robinette Kowal
Best short story: The Water That Falls on You from Nowhere by John Chu
Of these I’ve read only the novel winner but congratulations to all.