tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-385481092024-03-16T18:52:27.490+00:00David Hepworth's blog"World-class thinking about music, business, publishing and the general world of media" - CampaignDavid Hepworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973053694541321308noreply@blogger.comBlogger1862125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-70744007653144978702023-01-03T17:58:00.002+00:002023-01-03T17:58:43.867+00:00Robert Caro's editor comes out to take his curtain call<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzAab-0liguT01IdzTiiyQQqKJeiM_2cJXPsUAgsbrUmGwCFaj3XaahtpZzKAyryjQ5ghorC1ETExQ20At_WcxBjXLk5JlCq4SciIwUbS1QXeRfB942r4Mpmpqdj5zsOzZ5gsjBrRFYPDsu9Rx6b61rHGEnAiyWQ22Rvfwpbyd6Jgp2AYo5Wg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1630" data-original-width="1100" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzAab-0liguT01IdzTiiyQQqKJeiM_2cJXPsUAgsbrUmGwCFaj3XaahtpZzKAyryjQ5ghorC1ETExQ20At_WcxBjXLk5JlCq4SciIwUbS1QXeRfB942r4Mpmpqdj5zsOzZ5gsjBrRFYPDsu9Rx6b61rHGEnAiyWQ22Rvfwpbyd6Jgp2AYo5Wg" width="162" /></a></div><p></p><p>If, like me, you've been waiting years for the fifth and final volume of Robert Caro's <a href="https://amzn.to/3Q8YZo1">Lyndon Johnson biography</a> the announcement of the release of <a href="https://youtube.com/watch?v=gv3CRojrbeE&si=EnSIkaIECMiOmarE">"Turn Every Page"</a> can only be taken as a hopeful sign.</p><p>It's a documentary about the relationship between Caro and his editor Robert Gottlieb, who can also boast that he has been the midwife of such trifles as "Catch 22", that he's edited both John Le Carre and Len Deighton, Toni Morrison as well as Doris Lessing, no end of Presidents and hyper-temperamental bigwigs and is also presumably the only person in the world who really knows how Bob Dylan's "Chronicles" came to be.</p><p>Gottlieb's ninety-one and still working. Caro's a mere eighty-five.</p><p>I can't wait, which is an expression use far too freely these days. My guess is we'll come out of it rooting for the editor.</p><p><br /></p>David Hepworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973053694541321308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-18400247557086920632023-01-03T16:11:00.001+00:002023-01-03T16:21:59.603+00:00July 26th, 1966 was the day when football first became compulsory<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv5kHXNZke6hDSC2MEycsf8g7G96S-nEo-_4vsjS1vdXzcLv-tbyIWyic8xbArqZB8Zs59-7ej_SY1bHm1xLZL-MC9znCzL-LfT8uaa9fEFWQced7XkUq9LtYlgabF1UHCs1DDz7mM7EZy_t5VevcYEV19GYwjAZ3PJj90_eoBnNXP8wotL8Y/s4032/6E54F5A7-ACB9-4D11-880B-96BBBA0069CE.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv5kHXNZke6hDSC2MEycsf8g7G96S-nEo-_4vsjS1vdXzcLv-tbyIWyic8xbArqZB8Zs59-7ej_SY1bHm1xLZL-MC9znCzL-LfT8uaa9fEFWQced7XkUq9LtYlgabF1UHCs1DDz7mM7EZy_t5VevcYEV19GYwjAZ3PJj90_eoBnNXP8wotL8Y/s320/6E54F5A7-ACB9-4D11-880B-96BBBA0069CE.heic" width="240" /></a></div><br />According to <a href="https://amzn.to/3GCA49c">Two Brothers</a> by Jonathan Wilson, when Bobby and Jack Charlton were both playing for England in the semi-finals of the 1966 World Cup, their father Robert Charlton, who had no interest in football, was at work. He was that kind of man. <div><br /></div><div>When David Coleman heard that he’d missed the match he made sure that Dad was sent a tape and the means to play it on. </div><div><br /></div><div>If he had been bothered he would have been there. But no, he couldn't be permitted his one quiet, very Northern display of independence. Presumably Robert then had to dutifully sit down and give the impression of being excited by something which, frankly, he could take or leave. </div><div><br /></div><div>Even to this day nothing offends a broadcaster more than the idea of somebody not sharing the excitement they are professionally obliged to whip up.</div>David Hepworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973053694541321308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-85088751043345777392022-12-17T12:10:00.001+00:002022-12-17T12:10:21.462+00:00An old music paper won't ever let you down<p>We've been talking about greatcoats on <a href="http://wordpodcast.co.uk">the pod</a>. In the late sixties and early seventies every male student or head would be wearing one, bought for small sums at Millett's or your local army surplus store. We often followed bands who wore the same thing, though theirs probably came from trendier outlets. </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQTn0tDZowxfpv3QotY9qiIjzVDwjVkjR4GQXDQh7HRfyfrJEwRiFHZznmHWUJjVfgJIdUZ4gPpHFyG11EdMw08ryr7e10OjekUg2aCiQUCpVAr2lT_JJploqyeOWiYkvDx3hpAVenjCbZwGce9QFbx9HtrVMswoJzMqrFikD6ghmpJiOKx7A/s632/Untitled.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="632" data-original-width="480" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQTn0tDZowxfpv3QotY9qiIjzVDwjVkjR4GQXDQh7HRfyfrJEwRiFHZznmHWUJjVfgJIdUZ4gPpHFyG11EdMw08ryr7e10OjekUg2aCiQUCpVAr2lT_JJploqyeOWiYkvDx3hpAVenjCbZwGce9QFbx9HtrVMswoJzMqrFikD6ghmpJiOKx7A/w243-h321/Untitled.jpg" width="243" /></a>I found this pic of me in a standard greatcoat of the times. This was taken in a north London launderette when I was at college. By researching the edition of NME I'm reading I can establish it was taken in the first week of February 1969. Furthermore, thanks to the miracle of the internet, I've been able to read that issue again. Thanks to this blog <a href="https://worldradiohistory.com/UK/New-Musical-Express/1969/New-Musical-Express-1969-02-08-OCR.pdf">so can you.</a></p><p>It turned out to be the week after the Beatles had played on the Apple roof. There's a news item inside about it. Thanks to Peter Jackson's "Get Back" these days we can all experience that week in glowing colour, some of us for the first time.</p><p>However there remains no better form of time travel than an old music paper (I mentioned this in <a href="https://www.newstatesman.com/culture/books/2022/12/the-rise-and-fall-of-the-british-music-press">a review of Paul Gorman's excellent new history of the music press</a>, which is called <a href="https://www.newstatesman.com/culture/books/2022/12/the-rise-and-fall-of-the-british-music-press">"Totally Wired</a>".) It's only here that you get a true flavour of the times. <br /><br /></p><p>Suddenly the conversations The Beatles are having about replacing George with Eric Clapton make a sort of sense. It was in those few weeks the music papers were predicting that very soon permanent bands would be replaced by an army of star players merging and de-merging according to whim and musical fancy. Inside this same issue is the news that Steve Winwood was set to replace Jack Bruce in Cream and Klaus Voorman predicts that in the future bands simply would no longer matter the way they had done in the sixties. It was one of the great false dawns.</p><p>What neither Klaus nor the Beatles (nor the bloke in the launderette for that matter) could possibly have realised was that in the future those bands would come to matter even more than they mattered then.<br /></p><div><br /></div>David Hepworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973053694541321308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-88503607084845997262022-12-11T16:15:00.005+00:002022-12-11T16:19:29.687+00:00On not watching this World Cup<div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">I haven’t been watching this World Cup.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">I’d like to say this was because I objected to the naked corruption which led FIFA to award this tournament to Qatar.</span><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">It would be more true to say I didn’t want my life dominated by the media narrative around the World Cup.</span><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"> </span><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">I’ve been following World Cups since the sixties. The clamour drowned out the actual football years ago.</span><br /><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">So when the match was on last night I played a few records.</span><br /><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Looking at people’s reactions on social media this morning, which are out of all proportion to the benign chaos which is sport, I don’t regret that decision a bit.</span></div><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 22.9px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 28.3px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 22.89px;"></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 22.9px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 28.3px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 22.89px;"></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 22.9px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 28.3px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 22.89px;"></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 22.9px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 28.3px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 22.89px;"></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 22.9px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 28.3px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 22.89px;"></span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 22.9px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 28.3px;"><span class="s1" style="font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 22.89px;"></span><br /></p>David Hepworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973053694541321308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-7349967275359607922022-12-09T20:50:00.000+00:002022-12-09T20:50:19.647+00:00What do Charles Dickens and Ray Davies have in common?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Wpv3fEj_U5iNufA9ECieNppXUY_SmsRp6T0Tt7EQtcLhqDI1MKhhO7tKLlrsa_SZYSQcm8reH1wz8BnyRQ9XrDQ1TNwXvhVAh8arEwms-BdN4KZsEGpesYG_cdC7a8p8TIeowXp9jIqmWQTKRq4cKSAKofU8UVdwYQt0K3xu6fbtQYZaFsY/s2560/29619C37-4AB4-4ED5-8A17-161DC2632A0E.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1724" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Wpv3fEj_U5iNufA9ECieNppXUY_SmsRp6T0Tt7EQtcLhqDI1MKhhO7tKLlrsa_SZYSQcm8reH1wz8BnyRQ9XrDQ1TNwXvhVAh8arEwms-BdN4KZsEGpesYG_cdC7a8p8TIeowXp9jIqmWQTKRq4cKSAKofU8UVdwYQt0K3xu6fbtQYZaFsY/s320/29619C37-4AB4-4ED5-8A17-161DC2632A0E.jpeg" width="216" /></a></div><a href="https://amzn.to/3W3ozwh">"The Turning Point"</a> is about what Charles Dickens did in the year 1851. This was the year of the Great Exhibition. It was the high point of the Victorian Era. He was spending a lot of his time on semi-pro theatricals, on editing a weekly magazine and gearing up to write <a href="https://amzn.to/3VLCM1k">"Bleak House"</a>, the book that would transform him from Great Entertainer to Great Novelist.<p></p><p>He was mapping out the book in his head and chose the title from ten possibles. What I can't get over is that at the time in November when his publisher announced that the first of twenty monthly parts would come out in February he hadn't put pen to paper. Because I have some dim idea of what hard labour writing a book of any kind can be (and no concept of how much imaginative energy is called upon to write the way Dickens wrote), I am amazed that he could expose him to that amount of pressure.</p><p>Still, as Ray Davies told me ages ago, <a href="https://whatsheonaboutnow.blogspot.com/2014/04/was-this-greatest-hot-streak-in-history.html">when I asked him about his run of sixties hits</a>, which was the greatest hot streak in the history of pop, some people go looking for inspiration while others only respond to deadlines. </p><p>Clearly Charles was like Ray.</p>David Hepworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973053694541321308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-5203934978277357662022-12-04T11:28:00.004+00:002022-12-17T19:49:11.323+00:00How "Revolver" felt in 1966. How it feels now<p><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 13px;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjid2mcI0UnRjGrbdNNp6CgQF1HB6lg1vS9gSti5LCiWxIDbWbK7EzytAGYBim7jL_ux4JNjYNbdh4rAzsTqKpxO_lq8z-zwWFWJUCsTmHkMb8VQlUDlUvkbBb22dyBD4C-UuafVvvEuA_A978YSZpqi4blqF64nYPqvfVE9p8nZBm9iHkrvOQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjid2mcI0UnRjGrbdNNp6CgQF1HB6lg1vS9gSti5LCiWxIDbWbK7EzytAGYBim7jL_ux4JNjYNbdh4rAzsTqKpxO_lq8z-zwWFWJUCsTmHkMb8VQlUDlUvkbBb22dyBD4C-UuafVvvEuA_A978YSZpqi4blqF64nYPqvfVE9p8nZBm9iHkrvOQ=w320-h320" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";"><p>I was on a school trip to France when England won the World Cup in 1966. </p><p><br />When we returned the following week there was a mysterious-looking LP in the window of the shop near school. It turned out to be The Beatles “Revolver”. </p><p><br />I can’t honestly remember exactly how it struck us at the time. Maybe we were spoilt. Certainly we’d grown accustomed to having our clock cleaned by pop music on a weekly basis. </p><p><br />Many of the aspects of “Revolver” that people have spent the subsequent sixty years raving about seemed par for the course in 1966. </p><p><br />I played it through the other day and was struck instead by the things they did in 1966 that nobody seems to do any more.</p><p><br />“Taxman”<br />It fades in a way that simply wouldn’t be allowed to happen today. If a band were - forgive me - <i>cooking</i> the way the Beatles are during Paul’s guitar solo that band would plough on, inviting us to admire their intensity.</p><p><br />“Eleanor Rigby”<br />With the Beatles it's never the songs. It’s always the records. They thought of themselves as Recording Artists. All the pathos comes from the formality of the way they chose to record the song rather than the song itself</p><p><br />“I’m Only Sleeping”. <br />When I was fifteen I probably thought pop singers had access to some special wisdom. Now I’ve met hundreds of them I realise their specialist subject is fatigue.</p><p><br />“Love You To”.<br />I feel just as unmoved by this as I did sixty years ago. The difference is that now I appreciate how remarkable it was that George devoted one of his two tracks to what was effectively homework and that the rest let him do it.</p><p><br />“Here There and Everywhere”.<br />They had learned from Motown girl groups the importance of wordless backing vocals. Hence they really commit to every last "ooh" of the backing vocals in a way it’s difficult to imagine any contemporary band doing. </p><p><br />“Yellow Submarine”.<br />At the time it didn’t strike me that nobody else in pop music would ever have a fraction of the Beatles’ range. We just thought it was the way they were.</p><p><br />“She Said She Said”<br />Their middle eights were like booster rockets. I honestly don’t know how other bands can hear the amount they pack into the bit that goes “when I was a boy” in this song and think they’re in the same profession, let alone the same league. </p><p><br />“Good Day Sunshine”<br />In my book about Abbey Road (<a href="https://amzn.to/3gYbgOZ ">plug</a>) one of the engineers talks about how rock and roll meant the studio were suddenly dealing with “amateurs”, by which they meant people who couldn’t just sit down with the sheet music and knock it out first time. The Beatles couldn’t do that either but here they had George Martin to play the solo that nobody else could play. It makes a difference.</p><p><br />“And Your Bird Can Sing”<br />Hear that opening guitar line? If anybody came up with that now they would play it for a good thirty seconds before the song would start.</p><p><br />“For No One”<br />“You want a French horn part? We know just the man.” Could never have happened on any other label or in any other studio.</p><p><br />“Dr Robert”<br />As pop music got more idiosyncratic in the mid-Sixties we drank in the song titles of upcoming albums as they were unveiled in the news pages of the inkies. The titles we liked most were the ones, like “Dr. Robert”, which seemed both mysterious and specific.</p><p><br />“I Want To Tell You"“It’s only me, it’s not my mind that is confusing things”. The first stirrings of therapy pop?</p><p>“Got To Get You Into My Life”<br />Some reckon the Earth, Wind and Fire version of this is one of the great Beatles cover versions. Personally I hate their version, just like I hate every other example of Proper Musicians taking Beatles records, removing their blazing simplicity and putting pointless elaboration in its place. <br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">“Tomorrow Never Knows”<br />When this came out we made a fuss about the words. Tibetan Book Of The Dead. Coo. Sixty years later the thing that really strikes me is how up-tempo it is. No doubt about it. The world has really slowed down since 1966.</p></span><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUKNiOYVQ8qmp5UG_Z97GCCn0YvYjTzjz1IyxeDZ3A_oghTQHgk2vNczbO-irT_948hxK-EINKqmx8nUnC_iWEr_VgQ48S7-UAJYggLa32jasRkJosGZG6pPUrKfJb2w1S64hl17EkE-ixnF5p2TLVm2-B37to-WupkZF5-YDWLcypWo1xk5s" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUKNiOYVQ8qmp5UG_Z97GCCn0YvYjTzjz1IyxeDZ3A_oghTQHgk2vNczbO-irT_948hxK-EINKqmx8nUnC_iWEr_VgQ48S7-UAJYggLa32jasRkJosGZG6pPUrKfJb2w1S64hl17EkE-ixnF5p2TLVm2-B37to-WupkZF5-YDWLcypWo1xk5s=w320-h320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>
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This confirmed me in my view that we are mistaken when we assume that the wealthy aren't bothered about money because they've got enough. He was obsessed.<p></p><p>Churchill was born with all the expectations of a 19th century aristocrat without any of the funds. Everything he bought was charged and paid for later. Much later. He smoked a dozen cigars a day and at one stage didn't pay his cigar bill for five years. In 1932 he earned £15,000, which made him one of the best-paid people in the country. The problem was that in the same year he spent £30,000.</p><p>Unlike most of his peers Churchill didn't own any land, politics was a precarious business and the only way he could really make money was by his pen. Since he dictated most of it would be more accurate to say that he earned it with his voice. In the 30s he was constantly cranking out some piece for an American magazine or a British newspaper in order to pay the tax bill of the year before last. He had to be so productive that he sometimes engaged young historians who were paid a pittance to write stuff that would appear under his own name. </p><p>The thing that changed everything was the war. When it began he owed money all over town. When it finished his bank account was groaning with funds. That money had been placed there by publishers keen to profit from the celebrity that war had brought him. For the rest of his life he was box office.</p>David Hepworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973053694541321308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-24971909398564659732021-04-24T13:03:00.002+01:002021-04-24T13:03:20.926+01:00The thing that surprises me most about the Super League business is....<p> .....they didn’t tell the management. </p><p>I don’t mean Klopp or Guardiola. </p><p>I mean the people who manage the business of these clubs day to day, the people who are closely involved in how many shirts they sell in Taiwan, the people whose annual bonus is based on the commercial deals they pull in, the people who are kept awake worrying about whether they can persuade the goalkeeper to spare ten minutes for an interview with The Guardian, the people who, although nobody wants to hear it, probably have just as much affection for the club as the average supporter.</p><p>I’ve read everything I can get hold of about how this all happened and the only thing I can find out is that the senior PRs at the clubs didn’t know until they were on a Zoom call on the Friday. Since it came as a complete surprise to them we can only assume their fellow execs didn’t know either, which beggars belief.</p><p>If it’s true they didn’t know that probably explains how quickly the Chairmen and CEOs climbed down the following week. They were getting it in the neck from the fans, the media, the government and even the Royal Family. </p><p>That they could stand. </p><p>I wonder if the real problem was that the senior teams at all these clubs were looking at the boss with an expression which clearly read “all right, genius, what should we do now?”</p><p>In years to come they’ll teach this debacle as a text book example of what happens when the Big Boss is flattered into a meeting with all the other Big Bosses and then dared to make a decision without referring it back. </p><p>That’s why most mergers and acquisitions turn out to be bad ideas. At root, they’re all dick measuring contests. To coin a phrase.</p>David Hepworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973053694541321308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-59621468535490924372020-12-21T10:14:00.000+00:002020-12-21T10:14:04.145+00:00The steel of Richard Thompson<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLCrsac7PIM/X-By6VlmKlI/AAAAAAACaLk/uspWMr2adekErPZRq4x2MttcQgGnfpI4ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/6C23A250-0E55-4F5C-AE68-2B60C3CFB2E2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLCrsac7PIM/X-By6VlmKlI/AAAAAAACaLk/uspWMr2adekErPZRq4x2MttcQgGnfpI4ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/6C23A250-0E55-4F5C-AE68-2B60C3CFB2E2.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br />There's a good new edition of Matthew Bannister's podcast "Folk On Foot" in which he accompanies Richard Thompson as he revisits places in London that played a part in shaping him and his music: William Ellis School in Highgate, where he formed his first group with fellow pupil Hugh Cornwell, the house on Fortis Green Road in Muswell Hill which is still named Fairport, the Lamb and Flag in Covent Garden where he first encountered the Irish tenor Joseph Locke and the site of the old Marquee Club in Wardour Street, from which he would sometimes walk all the way home to Whetstone, getting home at three o'clock in the morning before getting up for school in the morning.<p></p><p>Thompson emerged from the same stable as Nick Drake and John Martyn at around the same time. They were all exceptionally gifted players and songwriters. Such troubadours are paradoxical figures. We like the idea that such people are introverted but they can't be so bashful that they can't command a room. Drake was so shy he didn't manage to complete the few gigs he did. Martyn seemed to need stimulants or depressants before he could truly look an audience in the eye. Thompson, who presents as shy but knows exactly what he wants, said in an interview that to survive on stage you have to develop a persona which is a larger version of your actual personality.</p><p>And so he has done. When he appears on stage today there's no doubt who's in charge. "Folk On Foot" is a different challenge. It calls on him to get out his guitar and perform songs like "Meet On The Ledge" and "Long Walk Home" at the site of the places which inspired them, out on the street in the middle of the day without anyone to give him the big build-up, with people rushing by presumably wondering who the busker in the baseball hat is. </p><p>I often think this kind of al fresco performance is more difficult than facing a stadium full of people, none of whom are actually looking you in the eye. To stand in an alley just off Wardour Street and belt out "The Long Walk Home" as Richard Thompson does here calls for steel that most performers simply don't have.</p><p><a href="https://www.folkonfoot.com/">https://www.folkonfoot.com/</a></p>David Hepworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973053694541321308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-89048399766874623912020-09-23T09:00:00.001+01:002020-09-23T09:00:39.259+01:00"What did you read in the pandemic, Daddy?"<p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9tiEmQz82xw/X2r_cZ-C1pI/AAAAAAACZUc/tOT6KtaxKfURMYbVE6xYh5KMizP3ege6gCLcBGAsYHQ/IMG_2185.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9tiEmQz82xw/X2r_cZ-C1pI/AAAAAAACZUc/tOT6KtaxKfURMYbVE6xYh5KMizP3ege6gCLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/IMG_2185.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br />I haven't learnt a foreign language during the pandemic but I have finally read <a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dance-Music-Time-vol-1-Spring/dp/009943668X/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2QDPG7UMUUVQP&dchild=1&keywords=a+dance+to+the+music+of+time&qid=1600847348&sprefix=a+dance+to+the+music%2Caps%2C146&sr=8-1">"A Dance To The Music Of Time" by Anthony Powell</a>. As Tony Hancock said, there ought to be a badge.<p></p><p>I started the first volume, "A Question Of Upbringing" back in March. Last night I finally laid down the 12th, "Hearing Secret Harmonies".</p><p>I was helped in reading this by Andy Miller of the excellent books podcast <a href="https://www.backlisted.fm/">"Backlisted"</a>. I read a fair bit but people like Andy read an an awful lot more. He told me that one of the things he sometimes does is supplement his reading with an audiobook of the same title. This made me get hold of the excellent Simon Vance version of Powell's book which you can get on Audible. Once I read one of the books I would then listen to Vance's reading of it and I found this sealed it in my memory and then made the reading of the later volumes easier.</p><p>I can't pretend it was all easy. Powell writes in the way that Sir Humphrey speaks when he's trying to avoid giving a direct answer. However after about three volumes I did get into its stately rhythm and was starting to look forward to the next appearance of favourite characters like Uncle Giles, General Conyers, Charles Stringham, Mrs Erdleigh and Pamela Flitton.</p><p>I enjoyed it most when it had a strong sense of place, which is why I found the three books dealing with his experiences in the war so compelling. </p><p>The temptation now is to go back to the beginning and start again, taking in details of the introduction of characters now that I know what happened to them.</p><p>Furthermore I'm writing this the day after the government announced a further six months of restrictions. </p><p>I may have to find another, full immersion reading project.</p><div><br /></div>David Hepworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973053694541321308noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-47302890265807980652020-04-03T15:04:00.000+01:002020-04-03T15:04:41.154+01:00If not for "Whistle Test" and Mike Appleton<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mike's the guy second from the right in the back row, alongside Robyn Hitchcock, Trevor Dann, Andy Kershaw and Rick Wright of Pink Floyd. The front row is Mark Ellen, Bob Harris, Billy Bragg and me.<br />
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Mike was the BBC man behind "The Old Grey Whistle Test". He was the one who launched it as producer and for years as Editor managed to keep it on the air until it was eventually booted out in the course of one of BBC's numberless quests for a younger demographic, only to be replaced by a more hectic show that nobody remembers.<br />
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"Whistle Test", by contrast, they do remember and that's all thanks to Mike. Even the people who don't remember have come to know it. If you've ever gone on YouTube and watched some old clip of Little Feat or Ry Cooder or Tim Buckley or John Martyn or the Wailers playing in some tiny BBC studio, that's because Mike booked them, often at a time when nobody else in broadcasting seemed to be remotely interested in them. Mike was oblivious to the whims of fashion. At the time everybody thought that was a weakness but actually it proved to be a strength. <br />
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I knew Mike a bit from when I worked as a record plugger and when I bumped into him at a Bruce Springsteen party in the bowling alley at Madison Square Garden in 1980 I had drunk enough to suggest that he really should hire me on the "Whistle Test". A couple of weeks later he rang and asked me to come and review some music books. That led to me doing the show with Annie Nightingale and then with Mark Ellen and Andy Kershaw and then Live Aid, which was only made possible by the fact that Mike was the one guy who knew how to put a thing like that on television.<br />
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I went all over the world filming with Mike. On our days off in New York I would head down to Tower to buy the latest records. Mike would rent a car and drive into rural New Jersey where he would track down elderly people who had once worked for Thomas Edison in pursuit of his passion, which was collecting old phonographic equipment.<br />
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It's not going too far to say that most of the people in the picture above, taken twenty years ago when VH1 put on an evening celebrating "Whistle Test", would not have crossed each other's paths, or even be in that line of work, had it not been for Mike.<br />
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I'm regularly asked to name the records that changed my life. If I'm perfectly honest records never changed my life. However, a handful of people did. Mike was one of that handful.David Hepworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973053694541321308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-52019863944976030772020-03-14T10:06:00.000+00:002020-03-14T10:08:19.039+00:00All the right notes but not necessarily in the right order<br />
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Last Monday we recorded interviews with Pete Paphides and Dan Franklin about their books. Both interviews are published as podcasts right now. You can get them at the <a href="http://wordpodcast.co.uk/">Word Podcast</a> or usual suppliers.<br />
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Given the circs that's likely to be the last <a href="http://www.wiyelondon.com/">Word In Your Ear</a> for a while. We've postponed the April 14th event with Paul Gorman for the moment. If you've got tickets, don't worry. You'll be contacted when "Magic" Alex Gold returns from the Caribbean where he's being evacuated from a cruise ship as we speak. (He hasn't been cruising himself. He's been entertaining the cruisers.)<br />
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In both cases the music that appealed to them had already happened many years before. When Dan went to see Ozzy Osbourne as a fourteen-year-old Black Sabbath were a distant memory. The Guns N' Roses album was bought for him by his Dad because it reminded him of Led Zeppelin. When John Lennon died the young Pete was amazed to discover that Lennon, who he only knew from "Double Fantasy", had once been in a group with Paul McCartney out of Wings. Surely they must be some kind of supergroup?<br />
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I always say that being born in 1950 gave me the winning ticket in the lottery of life, as far as pop music is concerned. It certainly allowed me to say that I was there for all of it and therefore most of the time when I've encountered music it's been on its first time around. But given that my first memory of "Roll Over Beethoven" was via the Beatles rather than Chuck Berry, that's not entirely true. The difference was that in those days there was a lot less to keep tabs on and therefore even the people whose music I didn't know first-hand I nonetheless had some kind of awareness of.<br />
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Nowadays there's too much to know and people will increasingly encounter "the right notes but not necessarily in the right order", as Eric Morecambe explained to Andre Previn. It's inevitable that as rock music heads for its 70th birthday it becomes detached from the eras in which it was birthed and can no longer be understood in the way it was understood at the time. Fortunately, as these two books in their different ways prove, subsequent generations will misunderstand them in their own ways and we'll all be richer as a result.<br />
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Fraser's worked some everyday magic and now all the Word podcasts are on Spotify. That means you can follow <a href="https://open.spotify.com/episode/5kZuzAiIIUxhXR7g7ht6m5?si=7fvlKWg_TEGjnC7_AomTjQ">this link</a> and go back all the way to the first weekly one from 2007, done in the small room where Mixmag used to store all the clothes for fashion shoots, right through to the most recent ones, <a href="http://www.wiyelondon.com/">which are recorded at the Islington in front of a live audience.</a><br />
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There are over three hundred of them and they probably average a running time of around forty-five minutes so you could probably drive to Afghanistan listening to nothing but. I'm sure there will be some people who will complain that they still haven't got the full, longer version of one from the days when they were only available to subscribers but personally I think it's a miracle that they're there in any form at all. They were certainly not done with any thought of posterity.<br />
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They contain contributions from all sorts of people, from Matt Hall, who first suggested that we ought to do it regularly, to Word writers and staff members such as Andrew Harrison, Jude Rogers, Rob Fitzpatrick, Andrew Collins and Kate Mossman. There's a period of a good few years when Fraser Lewry was always in the room, manning the levels and making his own characteristic contribution.<br />
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The nearest thing to ever-presents are Mark Ellen and me. We didn't set out to do this but what we've ended up with is a unique record of what poured forth on hundreds of perfectly ordinary days when we just went in the other room, with scarcely any preparation, opened the faders and yakked. That adds up to hundreds of hours of us just gassing, just trying to keep the bright red ball of human interest in the air not for as long as it took to line up a record but right to the end of the hour. Most of the time there are no edits.<br />
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People liked to say they liked the Word podcast because it sounded like a lot of mates having a conversation in the pub. Well imagine that you had recordings of all your conversations in the pub. That's what it's like for me and Mark.<br />
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We can drop into these three hundred anywhere and suddenly be ported back to a time when Oasis had yet to break up, when Amy Winehouse was alive enough for us to make jokes about her, when Twitter was such a novelty that it required explanation, when we thought that all that work we'd put into the latest issue of the magazine was going to pay back in terms of an extended reach, when we still thought that the record business was a pretty big deal, rather than a sub-division of the information technology industry, when we talked about going into big record stores and looking at all the new releases. We didn't fully realise we were map-making in an earthquake zone.<br />
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There's also lots of personal stuff that wouldn't be noticeable to the casual listener. People talk about family weekends just past, about holidays taken, about Christmases coming up, about daft things that happened in the office the other day, about the sound of a passing police car denoting "the sound of Young Islington having it away on its toes".<br />
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For myself I never go back and look at the magazine but every time one of these old podcasts pops up on my phone I'm secretly thrilled and listen to the end. I'm not proud of them. Pride seems beside the point. We were only trying to please ourselves and in the course of that we happened to please a few others as well. And now there's a mountain of this stuff that you can enjoy again.<br />
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Noel Coward remarked on how potent cheap music could be. I think old podcasts are even more so.<br />
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<br />David Hepworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973053694541321308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-50611884696137792392019-10-07T11:22:00.000+01:002019-10-07T11:22:29.276+01:00Ginger Baker was the Stirling Moss of drumming<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Following the death of Ginger Baker I asked on Twitter if there were any famous drummers left.<br />
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People replied with their nominations.<br />
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There were the obvious ones such as Ringo Starr and Charlie Watts.<br />
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Then there were names like Jim Keltner, who are known to people who study album credits.<br />
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Somebody pointed out that in the world of metal the drummer still had a certain celebrity.<br />
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But still the overwhelming majority of names came from the 60s and the 70s. This seemed to recognise the fact that the drummer hasn't had the same level of fame since the invention of automated percussion.<br />
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Ginger Baker was on the front page of The Times today, which is some indication of how famous he was. I think he was even quite well known amongst people who had never knowingly heard him.<br />
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He was the first celebrity drummer I can remember apart from Dave Clark and Dave didn't really count. Ginger was the first person I remember who did solos rather than breaks.<br />
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He also looked like a drummer, which I think is very important. He always played as if he felt his place was in the front line rather than at the back.<br />
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In the years when he was no longer in the spotlight it was impossible to talk for long about drumming without mentioning his name. The expression "like Ginger Baker" was a term widely understood.<br />
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People who drive fast are still regularly likened to Stirling Moss, who stopped driving in 1962.<br />
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Ginger Baker was to the drums what Stirling Moss was to racing cars.<br />
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That's a very special kind of immortality.David Hepworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973053694541321308noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-89815613918168279282019-07-17T08:07:00.002+01:002019-07-17T08:17:35.774+01:00How the Italians do festivals<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="text-align: center;">When I visited Italy a year ago to publicise my book my excellent translator was Seba Pezzani. Seba helps run an annual festival in Fiorenzuola d'Arda, a small town south of Milan in Emilia-Romagna. This year we were there for it. The festival goes under the name <a href="http://www.festivaldalmississippialpo.com/">Dal Mississippi Al Po</a> to emphasise the link between two famous rivers and it brings together Seba's two passions, edgy fiction, particularly the kind that deals with crime, and blues-flavoured rock and roll music.</span><br />
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We had a most civilised weekend. In the mornings we visited ancient hill towns like <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Castell%27Arquato">Castell'Arquato</a>, then repaired for one of those long lunches on the verandah of a vineyard that are usually only seen on TV cookery shows, then, following a nap at the hotel, a discussion about Creedence Clearwater Revival or noir detective novels in the courtyard of some old civic building and finally, following a meat feast in the town square, a show on the steps of the local church by the evening's headliner which was attended by pretty much everyone in the town who fancied an evening's entertainment.<br />
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The headliners ranged from the American country blues singer Keb' Mo' to the young Tuareg singer Bombino while also finding room for Bobby Solo, one of Italy's many Cliff Richard figures, who satisfied the full range of people gathered in the square with a set that combined his favoured blues warhorses with a few of the romantic tunes that graced the juke boxes of Italy in the mid-60s. They've managed to keep it going for fifteen years now, with a combination of sponsorship from small businesses, support from the local council and volunteer help.<br />
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One of its most charming features is that it takes place in the middle of town without seeming to interfere with the traffic of normal life. As the acts play in the square elderly ladies amble past exercising small dogs, teenage girls give each other lifts on bikes before going home to change into something more eye-catching and small children drag parents in the direction of a bedtime gelato. Of course that's helped by the weather, which is generally reliable. On the final night, when rain was forecast, the show was immediately switched to the tiny opera house which they just happened to have ready for just such an eventuality.<br />
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It was a lovely weekend, even if it meant catching up on the cricket via the BBC Sport app.<br />
<br />David Hepworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973053694541321308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-49788102416873503112019-05-27T16:39:00.000+01:002019-05-27T16:39:00.444+01:00The Beatles weren't new men but they did love each other<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xH9wVeg0l4I/XOwAmidDs_I/AAAAAAACSIE/4RX7iQ6HLFkwx4LgmJ6M2JAUpGbwK_8ggCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/the-beatles-1964.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xH9wVeg0l4I/XOwAmidDs_I/AAAAAAACSIE/4RX7iQ6HLFkwx4LgmJ6M2JAUpGbwK_8ggCK4BGAYYCw/s320/the-beatles-1964.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
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Driving down to Bath to take part in a chat about the Beatles with former cabinet minister <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alan_Johnson">Alan Johnson</a> and Beatles historian <a href="http://www.marklewisohn.net/">Mark Lewisohn</a> I listened to Mark talking about Brian Epstein on Radio Four's <a href="https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m00050r0">Great Lives</a>.<br />
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Mark pointed out that the Beatles lived in an era when the male hug was largely unknown and therefore you would look in vain for overt demonstrations of affection between them. That's true enough. I'm sure there are some pictures of the Beatles with their arms over each other's shoulders but I can't bring them to mind just now. They were not huggers. In this they were merely of their time. They were not new men.<br />
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At the same time however they seemed to be acting out an entirely new form of male friendship. It's one of the things that America noticed before we did. Groups like the Beatles clearly had a bond between them that went way beyond the bonds of professional commitments. It was one of the most magnetic things about them.<br />
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You could read it in the looks that passed between them when they were playing. Dick Lester's cameras searched out those looks. They seemed to say "here we are doing the thing we most want to do with the people we most want to do it with". It might have added "since you clearly cannot be one of us the best you can do is go off, find your own close friends and see if you also can feel this way".<br />
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Fourteen year-old Steve Van Zandt saw them on Ed Sullivan and promptly went off and did just that. Poignantly his group named themselves, in emulation of this magical thing they saw the Beatles as having, The Mates.<br />
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Not everything that came out in 1967 was bitten by psychedelia.<br />
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I bought this copy of Scott Walker's first solo LP in the same shop in the same year that I bought “Sgt Pepper”.<br />
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Scott Walker was just coming out of three years of being a scream idol with the Walker Brothers and he was determined that this time he was going to undersell himself. I fancy the picture on the back which has him looking soulfully towards the camera while a sophisticated lady gazed admiringly in his direction was originally planned to be on the front. I bet he didn’t want it, which is why they wound up with the picture they did, in which he seems to be doing everything in his power not to be a heart throb.<br />
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Of course, that was something he couldn’t help. This was a big hit album. The only records that stopped it going to number one were "Sgt Pepper" and "The Sound Of Music". He still got booked on the same TV shows as Tom Jones and Cilla Black. He even had his own prime time series.<br />
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This was one of those LPs you carried around under your arm, in the hope that some of its existential chic would rub off on your school blazer. Everybody has to have an image. It's often the case that the people trying hardest not to have one end up with the most powerful images of all. Scott Walker could have put a patent on "Beautiful Loser".<br />
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Musically I liked it then for the same reasons I like it now. He had a voice that seemed built for Rodgers and Hammerstein as much as Burt Bacharach. He had that thundering sound that was magically cooked up in Phillips studios between Wally Stott, a rock and roll rhythm section and scores of fiddle players who probably wore braces and armbands.<br />
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And there's nobody like him, before or since. Scott Walker's one of those artists, like Randy Newman, who arrived without antecedents. Now he seems to have departed without successors.David Hepworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973053694541321308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-4132379709392645842019-03-09T19:16:00.000+00:002019-03-09T19:16:31.266+00:00Does Leaving Neverland mean we've adored our last pop star?I watched the whole of the first part of <a href="https://www.channel4.com/programmes/leaving-neverland-michael-jackson-and-me/on-demand/63905-002">Leaving Neverland</a>. Then I watched the whole of the second part. Finally I watched <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_aWjKDih1G8">Oprah Winfrey’s interview with Wade Robson and Jimmy Safechuck</a>, the two men whose recollections of their time in Michael Jackson’s retinue of pretty young boys make up the film.<br />
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Before I watched it I wondered why it needed to be four hours long. Afterwards I thought the length amply justified. The film needs the time to take you through the experience of the boys as they and their parents were slowly lured into an unfamiliar world of unbelievable privilege and fathomless indulgence, as they were made to feel that they were among the Elect and their first duty was to protect the misunderstood demi-God who had put them there; as slowly, friendship turned to wooing and wooing turned to touching and then outright abuse in the many hiding places afforded by a sinister palace like Neverland. It’s a gradual process, which I gather is standard in these cases.<br />
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You’d have to be either a purblind fan or in some way financially dependent on the Jackson estate not to believe these two men. The film and the Oprah interview explain why they might have given contrary testimony in the past and also makes it clear they were not paid for their participation in the film. And even if they were no amount of money could possibly compensate them for the death threats they seem to be on the receiving end of today.<br />
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Was I shocked? After the supposedly clean-living River Phoenix was found dead on the pavement outside the Viper Room I stopped being shocked by the things that very famous people are capable of concealing from the public. And River Phoenix couldn’t buy anything like as much privacy and looking the other way as Michael Jackson could.<br />
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I didn’t feel betrayed either. Certainly not in the way many other, younger people have been. I couldn't be betrayed because I was never devoted.<br />
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I don’t believe you can ever be a fan of anybody who’s younger than you are. The only people you really look up to are the people who were already stars during your formative years. I was already an adult when the young Jackson started his career and so there’s always been a certain amount of detachment to my admiration of his gifts.<br />
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One of the things that comes through in the film is that Jackson had two gears. The first was "I love everybody in the world and I want them to love me" and the other could be perfectly expressed in the sentence he uttered to one of the parents, "I always get what I want".<br />
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I don't believe in the banning of music – or anything else for that matter. However I'm glad I don't have any shares in Jackson's catalogue because he and his music are about to disappear from the airwaves and streams, if not for ever then certainly for the next few years. Even the charity shops will be having to decide how they feel about selling all the copies of "Thriller" that are bound to be traded in.<br />
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Is it possible to separate the man and the music? Yes, it should be. Problem is the world which made Jackson a superstar operated on the principle "love me, love my music". His personality was baked in to ever last note. Every video Jackson made was an advertisement for himself. It was an invitation to join in his adoration. There was no modesty in his make-up, false or otherwise. In his case people are going to find it harder than ever to separate the music from the persona and the persona from the culprit.<br />
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My new book <a href="https://amzn.to/2NSQeOA">"A Fabulous Creation"</a> is all about the age of the LP, which began with "Sgt Pepper" in 1967 and finished, for a variety of reasons, with "Thriller" in 1982. Jackson set out to make "Thriller" the biggest album in history and he succeeded. Everything he did was designed to make him the biggest. Being the biggest mattered to him in a way that it doesn't matter to most stars.<br />
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After watching Leaving Neverland we can only conclude that the biggest star in pop has also turned out to be its biggest creep. He believed what Goebbels believed – that if you're going to tell a lie, you may as well tell a big one. A lot of people believed it. Some still do. You have to wonder if they really do in their heart of hearts. As the producer of the film says to Oprah Winfrey, "all these people rushing to his defence – how could they possibly know what went on behind closed doors?"<br />
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Fandom's a kind of madness. All too easily it spills over from liking somebody's music and the way they do their hair into a blind belief that everything they do is beyond question. To some extent idols have always let us down. But in the past they've let us down gently. That's not the case here. After Leaving Neverland I find myself wondering. Have we adored our last pop star?<br />
<br />David Hepworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973053694541321308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-3793611931975448492019-03-05T08:48:00.001+00:002019-03-05T08:48:47.199+00:00It's not the writing that counts - it's the crossing-outOne of the most striking revelations in <a href="https://amzn.to/2C6jxIX">Andrew Roberts book about Churchill</a> is how much work he put into every single piece of communication he authored.<br />
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He had a prodigious memory, which meant he could call upon every poem, Bible reading or Shakespearean speech he had ever heard, and he was almost incapable of writing an inelegant sentence.<br />
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Churchill would dictate his speeches, then correct them on the page and then dictate them again. The final version he read from would always be rendered in “psalm form” with the short lines indented so that he could read each one before saying it and then easily see where his eye should go next.<br />
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That’s how he became the greatest orator of the twentieth century - by starting off with a God-given talent and then working at it four times as hard as anybody else would.<br />
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I was thinking of him yesterday when I saw this letter which John Steinbeck wrote to Marilyn Monroe. It’s just a simple request for an autograph but it’s better written than most novels.<br />
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I bet he did it ten times before he got a version he was happy with. That’s the difference between the greats and everybody else. The infinite capacity for taking pains.<br />
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My new Cyrus CD player (remember those?) recommends that it be 'run in' for 72 hours with a CD on repeat play (at low volume if preferred). Now, I wonder which piece of music should enjoy this honour? <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/gaucho?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#gaucho</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/hashtag/steelydan?src=hash&ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw">#steelydan</a> <a href="https://t.co/Z8HwDyrkyV">pic.twitter.com/Z8HwDyrkyV</a></div>
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I’ve just been looking at the covers of the first seven LPs. (After that it’s all CDs and compilations and you can’t really feel the same about CDs and compilations.) Because the covers of those records didn’t feature pictures of the band, all had cryptic titles and didn’t appear to share any particular aesthetic they seemed the perfect thing to reach for when you weren’t sure how you felt or what you felt like.</div>
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The act of “reaching for” something is qualitatively different from the act of clicking a couple of times and having it there. It’s an act that takes place in the physical world and therefore calls for commitment. In its own tiny way it echoes the difference between a teenager going up to someone and asking them out and merely friending them on Facebook.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></div>
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The cover was always more than the wrapper for the thing itself. Because it was twelve inches square and you couldn’t just slip it into your pocket it projected the music into the physical world. Therefore your decisions about what to play next were made as much visually as anything else. The problem with taking all those precious physical objects and reducing them to noughts and ones<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>is that once something is out of sight it has a tendency to be out of mind as well.</div>
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I’ve read four volumes of Robert Caro’s <a href="https://amzn.to/2ShTFTM">epic biography of Lyndon Johnson</a>. The fifth volume hasn’t been finished yet. In the course of an <a href="https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2019/01/28/the-secrets-of-lyndon-johnsons-archives">excellent piece in the New Yorker</a> he explains that that fifth volume is “some years away”. (He's eighty-three.) If you read the piece, which is about how he has researched the book so far, you understand why.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Caro's driven by a compulsion to unearth the story that has not been told, even when he’s dealing with events that occurred many years in the past and have been extensively picked over.</div>
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When he started the book in the mid-70s many of Johnson’s contemporaries were still around. He spoke to them all but felt that many of them were just repeating the old stories that they had already trotted out for other writers. He thought there had to be more to it than that. He tells the story of how he managed to get after-hours access to the modest home in Texas where Johnson grew up in the 1920s and took one of Johnson’s brothers, who was at that stage elderly and in poor health, sat him at the table where the family used to eat, positioned himself behind him so that he was out of his eye line and then gradually nudged him into recalling where each member of the family would have been seated, what they would have said to each other and, crucially, what Johnson’s father used to say to his son over that dinner table that left him with such a burning desire to succeed where his own father had failed.</div>
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In the same week I read this, Mark Lewisohn, who is working on the other massive biography that I’m going to have to wait to read, told me that he’s currently listening to all 97 hours of the original tape which was running as the Beatles recorded what would be the “Let It Be” film and album. Furthermore he was making sure he did it on the day and at the time that they did it fifty years earlier. That’s a similar kind of dedication. Wonder if he'll come up with any insights the way that Caro did. I'm sure, in both cases, it will be worth the wait.</div>
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David Hepworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973053694541321308noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-35580330266909320902018-11-10T10:02:00.000+00:002018-11-10T10:02:24.984+00:00Now that pop music's turning into history it's time for rock's version of the Sealed KnotChris Shaw does a podcast called <a href="https://iamtheeggpod.com/">I Am The Egg Pod</a> in which he asks people to talk about a Beatles or Beatles-related record. I was too late for "A Hard Day's Night" because that had already been picked and so I chose "With The Beatles".<br />
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I dipped into some of the earlier interviews, which featured the likes of David Quantick and Samira Ahmed, and was frankly a little intimidated by how much people seemed to know about the records they were talking about. I wouldn't say I know a lot about "With The Beatles". However I do know a lot about how it felt to be thirteen-years-old and to get that record for Christmas in the days following the assassination of John Kennedy.<span id="goog_2089417633"></span><br />
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It's struck me while talking about my book <a href="https://amzn.to/2z2kS1T">"Nothing Is Real"</a> that the Beatles were freshly placed before the public by the Anthology series in the mid-90s; because this happened to be around the time of Britpop, they seem to have emerged from that process for many people as the Godfathers of Blur. Because we can only appreciate things from the past when they appear to confirm our complacency about the present we find it easy to approve of the older, hairier, bitchier version of The Beatles sitting around at Abbey Road knocking out their white album, and we have difficulty relating to their earlier selves who sang thrilling pop songs for thirteen-year-old girls who screamed every time they shook their heads.<br />
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Chris asked me what people thought about the Beatles albums at the time they came out. I couldn't answer this properly because I think he was expecting me to describe the kind of considered responses people had in the early 90s to, say, the new U2 album. Was it a step forward or back? Was it a disappointment? In 1963, when we were in the thick of all the excitement, "With The Beatles" was just the big black thing that came between the small black things that were "She Loves You" and "I Want To Hold Your Hand". It was wonderful if you were one of the lucky ones who had it bought for you for Christmas. If you weren't it probably seemed even more wonderful. At the time I remember we just felt blessed.<br />
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I suppose it's inevitable that pop history, like the history of World War II, has to pass from direct experience to the history books and henceforth be experienced in perpetuity via Friday evenings on BBC Four. It already seems that pop music is, if anything, more appreciated in retrospect than it is at the time. Last year my son-in-law went to see the Stone Roses at Wembley Stadium. I was surprised they were playing anywhere that big. But they were. Almost thirty years after they were the hot new thing they appeared to be selling out bigger venues than ever, entertaining people who for one reason or another missed them at the time.<br />
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All this music may be appreciated more than it was at the time but it can never be <i>felt</i> in the same way. At the time it all happens it's too fast, too vulgar and too controversial to attract a mass audience. The mass audience comes later when everything's settled down and everything has been safely consigned to history and we can all approve of everything. Maybe that's the future of all pop music. Historical re-enactment. Maybe somebody will take a lead from America's<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Renaissance_fair"> Renaissance Fairs </a>and make a fortune staging their own re-run of the NME Poll-Winners Concert of 1966 or the Glastonbury Festival of 1971, with actors playing the musicians, lots of places to charge your mobile and glamping facilities on site. A rock and roll version of the Sealed Knot. That's the way it all seems to be pointing.David Hepworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973053694541321308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38548109.post-20016813207068071972018-10-04T09:37:00.000+01:002018-10-04T09:37:10.999+01:00In praise of George BeardmoreI came to George Beardmore's "Civilians At War" after Kate Atkinson credited it as a source for her own <a href="https://amzn.to/2RpCexm">"Transcription"</a>. It's one of the best books I've ever read about the experience of World War II.<br />
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Beardmore was an unsuccessful novelist living in North London with a young family when the war broke out. His asthma disqualified him from military service and so he did a variety of jobs. He was stationed with a rifle outside the engineering department of Broadcasting House in case somebody tried a coup de'état. Later he worked for the local authority, trying to find billets for nurses around where he lived in Harrow and then working with the teams who were sent in to pick up the pieces after air raids.<br />
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While they recovered the bodies, some of whom had to be retrieved from several gardens away from the point of impact, and tried to make safe the buildings, Beardmore dealt with the living. He kept a diary of the time. It's a unique account of the tedium and terror of life on the Home Front.<br />
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It's actually at its most terrifying in the days following D-Day when Hitler unleashed his so-called "terror weapons" on London and the South-East.
After the war he became quite a successful writer and so he didn't do anything with his diary. In fact it wasn't discovered until more than thirty years later and then published by his daughters in 1984. It's well worth reading if you can find a copy. There's more about him <a href="https://beardmorehistory.com/alan/george-cedric/">here</a>.David Hepworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973053694541321308noreply@blogger.com0