“I won’t dance in a club like this / all the girls are slags and the beer tastes just like piss” (Nite Klub), “The only things you want to see are kitch / the only thing you want to be is rich / your little pink up-pointed nose begins to twitch / I know, you know, you’re just a little bitch” (Little Bitch). Welcome to being a teenager.
Portobello is Edinburgh’s seaside village – the sun comes out every year for the village show, knowing the community has earned its warmth.
The Porty Beach Busk is a perfect example of a community coming together for the benefit of all. A beautiful, creative, gem of an event.
40 years ago I was a spunky school kid sporting loafers, sta-prest and a Fred Perry, carrying an unhealthy obsession with pop and desperately trying to mimic my newly found idols. Madness’ debut album One Step Beyond was made for a boy like me.
Cool For Cats was littered with innuendo, slang and stories of masturbation, desperation, infatuation, heavy drinking and unwanted pregnancies, all brilliantly linked together by razor-sharp social awareness. It was perfectly real, like a Ken Loach movie set to music.
My year of driver, accountant, agent and overseer of the pioneers of ukular fusion was an insight into the egos, insecurities and unbelievable skill of three genuinely lovely gentlemen. Fun times.
The Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride is a global motorcycle fund-raising event to raise awareness of prostate cancer and male suicide prevention. A perfect blend of oil and dapper.
But, if Debbie Harry was an iconic figure, the singles too were equally seminal. This was perfect pop for the times. Stylistically sublime. I was visually and aurally gobsmacked.
A sea of beautiful beards and cultured patrons, frolicking within the most succulent surroundings. The most stunning festival setting in the world? Maybe.
I didn’t actually start ‘owning’ records ’til a few years later, but the first album I’d say was mine (although it wasn’t, it was my dad’s) was Out Of The Blue by the Electric Light Orchestra. The album was, and still is, a gigantic, overblown, over-indulgent pop classic.
The capital of the New Forest, Lyndhurst is as English as tea and cricket. A lazy Sunday watching gents waiting for their turn to chase the ball whilst dreaming of a break for cake.
Songs like ‘Wig-Wam-Bam’ and ‘Ballroom Blitz’ perfectly encapsulated the Glam-Rock era, which with the likes of Bowie and Bolan had two bona fide iconic figures, but any music genre that has Gary Glitter as a cult-figure is never going to be looked back upon fondly.
A childhood adventure playground frequently revisited. Nature, kites and part-time seafarers in full flow. Best explored misty and don’t forget the Noddy train.
The first music I remember hearing which had an everlasting effect on me, is the theme music to the 1960s TV series Robinson Crusoe. I think I first heard this in 1972. I was six years old.