John Cale– Velvet Underground
Lou Reed could write a song we all know that, but Cale was the cool Welsh guy in the background who’s spoken word rendition of The Gift captivated me as a know-nowt student in the 80’s. At this point I was not going to lectures and working my way through the record collection at Preston Library. A lot of Cale’s solo stuff is a bit avant-garde for me but he’s worked with some great artists along the way and remains an iconic figure to this day.
Clem Burke– Blondie
Elvis Ramone, Mr Noo Joisey. Sat at the back driving the beat in his target T-Shirt and square shades, Burke was every inch the Anglophile. As a young whippersnapper I was into the best of British and so it seems was Clem. It really turned me on to Blondie in about 1980, granted Debs helped with that too. They are one of those bands who are highly regarded but still probably not highly enough if you know what I mean. History will rectify that I suspect.
Ginger Baker – Cream
Let’s face it, Eric Clapton is a great guitarist but he never really looked the part. Baker did, all hair, beard, bad teeth and foppish outfits. An accomplished Jazz drummer he was like a big red Ian Anderson (Jethro Tull) gurning whilst he played. Look at this picture. Who are those two boring bastards with him?
Ronnie Lane– Small Faces
He was no looker that’s for sure and I know Marriot was cool too but I loved Ronnie Lane. Possibly because I thought what he did post Small Faces / Faces with stuff like Slim Chance was more to my taste. He was taken from us far too early and remains one of the biggest influencers from that era. It’s a sad loss even now.
John Entwistle – The Who
Calm, quiet, methodical. Old thunderfingers was a stationary rock aside Daltrey’s leaping livewire, dependable and perfectly timed. Just what you want in a bass player. He also died with two tarts in his Las Vegas hotel bed. Fucking get in there Ox, that’s how rocks stars go out, even the quiet ones.
I thought punk was shit on the whole with all its spitting and spiky hair but I will be eternally thankful for what came after it.
George Harrison – The Travelling Wilburys
Had some success early in his career and wore a great beard but was always overlooked as the two main songwriters of his band hogged the limelight a tad. People forget he wrote a lot of their more thoughtful and melodic stuff. In my view a very talented man who then got all spiritual and tried to fuck off a burglar by yelling Hare Krishna at him. Good luck with that, I recommend a bat of some kind. Although maybe not a vampire or fruit bat, I was thinking more cricket or rounders.
Jean Jacques Burnel– The Stranglers
Another fucking bass player? Yes another fucking bass player but one with a black belt 6th dan in Karate too so watch what you say around him, he’ll kick your teeth in as soon as look at you. I thought The Stranglers were one of those bands that was labelled punk but were just a good band so their publicity sought to attach them to something of a movement. I thought punk was shit on the whole with all its spitting and spiky hair but I will be eternally thankful for what came after it. Burnel was a bit of an Ian McCulloch-a-like come to think of it. How shit is that, you are the spit of someone else but they are kind of equally famous so no real benefit can come of it.
Viv Stanshall– Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band
The Dog band were largely shit if we are honest and Urban Spaceman aside were like a footlights version of the Barron Knights who were also shit. Stanshall though, is and was a proper mad get with eyes and hair to match. Singer Neil Innes was a grey junior bank clerk by comparison. If you ever get the chance to watch the film of Stanshall’s book and LP “Sir Henry at Rawlinson’s End” - 1980, do because there is genuinely nothing to compare it to.
Ron Mael – Sparks
I have no idea what the Hitler thing was all about but if his aim was to draw the eye from his brother Russell on stage it worked. Swivel eyed bonkers-ness was the name of the game and they made some great tunes too. “Beat the Clock” and “This town Ain’t Big Enough for the Both of Us” are standouts but they’ve stuck around and still sell out today. Russell also had a parallel career as ex Sports Minister Kate Howey. Not a lot of people know that.
Clint Boon – Inspiral Carpets
Swirling Hammond organ, that’s how their music was always synopsised and it still fits. The lead singer when they had all their success was Tom Hingley who had a powerful enough voice but looked more like a kid off the back seat of every Citroen Saxo VTR in every car park in every town. Boony sported a cracking Purdey haircut and his organ was what set them aside from others. In a similar way to The Stranglers I think they would have made it regardless of the “Madchester” invention. They were good, I still listen to tracks like “Move”, “She Comes in the Fall” and “This is how it feels”. I also once sold a white label of Planecrash for £40, the 24 minute version don’t you know.
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