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Post by maddogfagin on Jul 3, 2009 8:46:22 GMT
Ah Well! gave me another excuse to mention the "I met The Kinks in a motorway cafe" story again ;D Hey ms nonrabbit, did I ever mention that in the sixties I knew Denis "teacup" Taylor who was in one of David Bowie's early bands? I'll try and find a photo on the web. I haven't heard from him for years. Found one David Bowie With The Lower Third Members: David Robert Jones, Denis Taylor, Graham Rivens, Phil Lancaster And the plain version It's all a very long time ago and Denis is third from the left . I met him in the Ship in Wardour St, just up from the Marquee and used to see him often when he was in London and he sent me a single, possibly "Can't Help Thinking About Me" which has now gone from my collection, probably lent to someone and never returned. ps. has any one else had the problem of posting images on the forum and then finding they have disappeared a few hours later?
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Post by steelmonkey on Jul 3, 2009 15:47:35 GMT
This thread will allow me plenty of bragging. When I lived in Hamburg, Lippman & Rau ( the same Fritz Rau that is great friends with Ian) had me 'on call' as a translator when British and English bands came to town....The majority of the time, when offered a transaltor, the bands said 'no thanks'...but every now and then I ended up spending very close up and quality time with rock stars, ie: The Allman Brothers band ( these guys are so dimb...they would need translation in English speaking countries), Paul Simon, Neil Young, Lou Reed ( who then used me during a theater production in Paris...the horrible 'Time Rocker'), Commander Cody ( A smart man from Detroit named George Frayne). The two guys I ended up being real pals with are Eric Burdon---who did NOT need help...he speaks german and Spanish fluently and an expatriate American clown named Jango Edwards...any of you heard of jango Edwards? Check him out on You Tube---you'll bust your guts-he's an effing genius.
Of course...the Lippman and rau connection started with Tull...I helped Peggy thru an interview in Dortmund and then took Martin Barre to change $$ ( remember, pre -Euro)...that's when some Lippman and Rau underling signed me up to help.
Yes...I scored drugs sometimes. ( Hash and downers being the usual requests.)
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Post by tullistray on Jul 3, 2009 16:25:50 GMT
I am a little concerned to read your assessment of the Allman Brothers, not just because I am a fan, but with part of my roots in the deep south, it is a culture that often does not translate well to the rest of the world, or more specifically, the rest of the United States, but since part of me grew up right in the thick of it, I also know it is a culture hardly lacking in intelligence but taken at a snail's pace as compared to most of the rest of the USA. Oooh, I do declare, if that don't beat all. Also, at least years ago, some of the funniest people, (and I am not talking about jamokes who trivialize it like the Redneck whatever who is on TV) and without question some of the prettiest girls, again speaking for years ago, an entire generation growing up on the couch or with an eye to being a US Marine or football player may well have changed that landscape. Ok honey, you're a badass, nice work, I have heard your roar, where did those Romanian girls go. If it were any old Joe making this assessment I would not care, but I shudder in your case because I trust your judgement enough that I suspect you are correct. Nevertheless I have heard the Bros speak the language of improvisation very eloquently indeed, and they have never forsaken their original mission statement to Elizabeth Reed or the blues generally. And I say this without being a fan of any other southern rock, certainly not Lynerd Skynard who's plane crashed very near my twenty acres from my gramma in Jefferson Davis County, Missisippi. Guys I have met would have to be split into two categories, people I have spoken to for more than 5 minutes would include IA, all members of Fairport Convention since 85, Jaco Pastorious who I spent the better part of 2 days with in 86, Lief Sorbye of Tempest, Stevie Ray Vaughn who I spoke with for half an hour in 81, about a year before he was way big time, and the conversation was strictly about Jimi. People I have met include Miles Davis (don't get excited, it was just a handshake and he offered his hand quite like a princess, pretty cool, you just grab the fingertips of his then aged hand, probably kind of like Ians rubbing elbows thing) Art Blakey twice, I happened to work with his great nephew Paul Blakey, Dexter Gordon, Dave Alvin, weed smoking with Dirty Dozen Brass Band, ditto with Boiled in Lead, Phil Lesh, Bob Weir, (who I had the notable pleasure of introducing to Jaco Pastorious) Art Ensemble of Chicago, Ethnic Heritage Ensemble, Max Roach, Wynton Marsalis, Kenny Burrell, Stan Getz, Maddy Prior, Oscar Peterson. There's more for sure but now as I am writing this list I realize its pretty dumb because most of those later entries were for like, 30 seconds. I shall desist. But I really should mention, because they have been so kind, and it is only through this remarkable device at my fingertips, but more than a few communications with Judy Dyble, the original lead singer of Fairport Convention, and the second and third guest violinists with the Tull, Anna Phoebe and that American cutiepie who's name slips my mind at the moment, my goodness what a dear girl and a positively burning violinist steeped in that tradition of bluegrass, born again Christian too, we spoke of the dichotomy of performing My God and of playing with Ringo, and have to mention a delightful 5 minute conversation with Richard Thompson who I was surprised to see was a big guy, I am 6 foot 3 and I recall him to have been about as tall, where as meeting IA couple with how large he looms in my mind, it was a unusual feeling to tower over him, likely would be a similar effect if I met any of the Beatles or Stones, all of whom I know to be fairly slight guys, even though in my mind they are immense. Damn, after saying I would desist, and to anyone who has actually read this far, my NEAR meeting in 85 with Charlie Watts. My girlfriend Caroline and I were at one of the 520000 Indian restaurants in London with an old art dealer friend of hers who was on the phone with Charlie who wanted to come down and join us but apparently had broken his leg a few days earlier falling down his basement steps (which stood in the way of a proposed Stones tour that year, and inadvertently started the ball rolling towards the temporary bad feelings between Mick and Keith) but her friend told us about touring with the Stones in 78 in the USA and there being a night when Mick was drunkenly strolling the corridors shouting 'Where's my drummer" in that voice, and Charlie appeared quite suddenly and cold cocked him, took him right out. But the show went on, still never seen em.
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Post by steelmonkey on Jul 3, 2009 17:25:12 GMT
You deserve details...the specificity of Allman dumbness was a communally expressed, severe unhappiness with the toilet differences between Europe...where your product sits on a dry shelf prior to adding water and flushing away...and the standard USA toilet where your poops plop into water. Greg Allman, I swear, would make underlings call ahead to hotels to see if they could locate poop into water toilets rather than deal with his discomfort at hanging around in the dry prescence of his turds...thus requiring faster pooping and less time reading the sports etc. Allman was using opiates...which constipate you...and so he had a real issue with toilet time!
In addition to this tidbit...they also exhibited a lot of other 'dumb american' characteristics...Betts seemed to think if he imitated the local accent and spoke louder...voila...he would be understood...really. They all expressed constant amazement at the stupidity of locals who's main shortfall was not speaking or understanding english...with a southern accent...and a load of downers to accentuate the drawl even more.
I love the ABB....E Reed is a classic...saw them in 1973...they played 4 dead-like hours and it was all amazing....years later I even found merit in 'Enlightened Rogues'..a very underestimated gem with an E Reed like instrumental....can't remember the name...lemme check google....that's it: Pegasus.
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Post by maddogfagin on Jul 4, 2009 8:23:36 GMT
Once sat next to Matthew Fisher of Procol Harum at a party in south Croydon. He was high on something, said nothing to anyone all the time he was there, was sick on the toilet floor and then went off into the night. Oh to be a rock star ;D
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Post by maddogfagin on Jul 4, 2009 8:28:05 GMT
the toilet differences between Europe...where your product sits on a dry shelf prior to adding water and flushing away...and the standard USA toilet where your poops plop into water. Don't associate Brit toilets with our european "friends". Our toilets are like the US ones. Sanitary, sweet smelling etc etc not like the french ones that look like a shower
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Post by broadsword on Jul 4, 2009 11:17:36 GMT
Stood next to Peter Knight, (Steeleye Span fiddler par excellence), in the gents' bog at Oxford Polytechnic.
Sat across the aisle from John Williams on a plane from Australia to England.
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Post by steelmonkey on Jul 4, 2009 20:49:31 GMT
Don't associate Brit toilets with our european "friends
Sorry about that Dog-man...come to think of it...I think it's a German ( and germanic: Austria, Switzerland) deal to have a little examination/exhibition stage for your jobbies before they're dispatched.
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Post by nonrabbit on Jul 4, 2009 22:10:18 GMT
Don't associate Brit toilets with our european "friends Sorry about that Dog-man...come to think of it...I think it's a German ( and germanic: Austria, Switzerland) deal to have a little examination/exhibition stage for your jobbies before they're dispatched. I went to a small untouristy Greek island in the 80's - say no more One tourist - who had had enough - was heard losing the head with a restaurant owner quote (in Basil Fawlty voice); "It's not like we're asking you to change your culture or anything - just bigger waste pipes !!" ;D ;D Ps are we going off topic here!
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Post by 2old2standup2fat2try on Jul 9, 2009 10:27:30 GMT
The most famous mucicians I've met were all singers, here are the top three in order of famousness:
1. Peter Gabriel 2. Hugh Cornwell 3. Fran Healy
I've met a bunch of musicians over the years, from film score composers and prog rock drummers to blues guitarists and punk rock singers. I've met a few actors, the odd author, an explorer (!), a couple of famous reporters, and a famous sportsman or two. I've also met a few people that don't really fit into any of those categories.
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coolraven
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Post by coolraven on Jul 9, 2009 11:45:40 GMT
Phil Lynott's car crashed into the wall of my house. Does this count ?
DONT BELIEVE A WORD
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Post by maddogfagin on Jul 11, 2009 8:45:08 GMT
Phil Lynott's car crashed into the wall of my house. Does this count ? DONT BELIEVE A WORD Only if he repaired your wall ;D Went to the Roundhouse in Camden, London in about Xmas '67 where we helped out at a children's party, all for charity. Guest of honour was Jimi Hendrix - dressed as Father Christmas handing out pressies for the kids. If only I had taken a camera
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Post by rebecca on Jul 11, 2009 16:07:10 GMT
Good story, Maddog.
He's not a musician, but I went to grad school with Robert Altman's grandson.
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Post by nonrabbit on Jul 11, 2009 17:32:57 GMT
Only if he repaired your wall ;D Went to the Roundhouse in Camden, London in about Xmas '67 where we helped out at a children's party, all for charity. Guest of honour was Jimi Hendrix - dressed as Father Christmas handing out pressies for the kids. If only I had taken a camera Jimi Hendrix - Santa..... wonderful
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Post by maddogfagin on Jul 12, 2009 14:17:59 GMT
Only if he repaired your wall ;D Went to the Roundhouse in Camden, London in about Xmas '67 where we helped out at a children's party, all for charity. Guest of honour was Jimi Hendrix - dressed as Father Christmas handing out pressies for the kids. If only I had taken a camera Jimi Hendrix - Santa..... wonderful
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Post by steelmonkey on Jul 16, 2009 22:26:05 GMT
Okay...not a musician...but a funny guy...anyway, somewhere in the Video thread, describing flashbacks of the SFTW tour I added that i was picked up hitchiking by a drunk guy with a Jewfro who turned out to be Al Franken...imagine my self-satisfied smile today, reading the New Yorker article about Franken's senate victory which described his current haircut in contrast to his Jewfro of the late seventies!!!...Eihter Al Franken or the author of the article must be visiting the dark corridors of our forum to steal my description of his hair!
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