THE GREEN GOD
Right, where was I? Ah yes, the guitarist whose career came off the tracks. This, you may recall, was the planned blog last month until the easily distracted yours truly went off in a different direction altogether. The man I’m talking about is Peter Green, the so called Green God and founder of Fleetwood Mac. I’d have thought it’s reasonable to assume there are a great many people unaware that there was ever a bloke called Green in the Mac…Read
IT’S ONLY ROCK ‘N’ ROLL……….
The plan was to write a heartfelt tribute to a guitar hero from the past who, while he hasn’t exactly fallen on hard times, has the air of a man who got left behind somewhat. Not exactly tragedy but a bit of a sad story nevertheless, full of what-ifs. The story will be done, just not this month because while I was sitting chewing the top of my pen (those first few lines, always the hardest) out of the corner of my eye I noticed a headline on the computer screen saying something about a new Rolling Stones album, their first in over a decade, no less. So I was idly scrolling through this news with low expectations as the Stones hadn’t done anything to merit me getting excited in a very long time. By the end of the report my interest had risen sharply.Read
Time for me to step out……
With these words Cliff Williams did the decent thing, pulled the plug. Cliff, of all people. The quiet man whose public profile seemed to consist only of appearing on album covers and publicity shots. Come to think of it I don’t remember ever reading a quote attributed to him never mind a full blown interview which makes his recent video statement all the more remarkable. Cliff Williams speaks!!…Read
BOOKS AND MORE BOOKS….
Hey there! This month’s missive from TCRfm Towers finds me in a bookish mood. Bruce Springsteen’s autobiography comes out in a couple of weeks and while I’m waiting around for that I’ve been pondering some of the music-related books I’ve read in recent years. It’s reassuring to know that musicians’ books tend to be considerably more readable than those of,say, footballers, for instance. I’ve read quite a few of those too in my time and more often than not they live up to Joey Barton’s memorable and withering assessment of Frank Lampard’s autobiography….Read
OF AUGUST AND ANNIVERSARIES……
With the 39th anniversary of Elvis Presley’s death just around the corner (39 years!!!) I couldn’t let the opportunity pass without paying tribute. It remains one of those JFK moments, doesn’t it? Where were you when you heard? Quite why it should be so for me is a bit of a mystery because in August 1977 I was sixteen years old and not well disposed towards Elvis. After all he was the guy in the diamante encrusted jumpsuits playing to the well heeled blue rinse set in Las Vegas, of no relevance whatsoever to me or to most of my generation I’d suspect. The Clash were singing about “No Elvis, Beatles or Rolling Stones in 1977” and I took that as something of a manifesto, a mission statement…..Read