Saturday, April 28, 2007

This is the Day



April 28th: This Is The Day

1. This is the day that the weather forecasters got it wrong. Sun in Newtonhill, no haar today Mr. Weatherman, no siree. Dolphins observed off the coast - richt bonnie min.

2. This is the day that Aberdeen will get 3 points against the mob fae Kilmarnock.

3. This is the day that I'll finally get a "to-do" list done and tackle the jobs that need doing - must be the sunshine.

4. This is the day that I'll hopefully manage a beer after being nae weel ken - cannae wait - gasping for a stella ot three - lost a few pounds over the last fortnight - not a great way to do it though.

5. This is the day that the proverbial cheques will be in the post.

6. This is the day I might just strum my guitar for the first time in a while.

7. This is the day I'll finish reading Brian Wilson's book.

8. This is the day I might build my own sandbox.

9. This is the day I've been looking for.

10. This is the day...

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Crazy Horses



April 25th: Crazy Horses

Stumbled across this and it made my day. Singing drummers....are you watching Tommy Bongo's? This een can dance, dance, dance min - genius moves! Crazy horses whaaaaaaa....whaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Jesus Wept



April 24th: Jesus Wept

They dae grand memorials in America. I used tae work from time to time in the building just up to the right of the above picture in Oklahoma. I took these pictures one lunchtime whilst wandering aroon doon toon.

The Oklahoma City bombing was an attack aimed at the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building, a U.S. government office complex in downtown Oklahoma City. It took place on on April 19, 1995, just over 12 years ago.

The attack claimed 168 lives and left over 800 injured. Many of them were kids. It was an atrocity, just pure evil. My own daughter was born in 1995. The memorial is on the site of the building that was brought down. The chairs at the memorial are different sizes - the weans have small chairs, the adults proper sized. It's quite moving. As I said they dae great memorials in America.

Why it happened isn't worth discussing - it was simply wrong - it's that straightforward. Then again so was Sept 11, just as it's wrong what's going on in Iraq and a whole host of other places and a whole host of things that have happened in the past.

The graffiti on the wall was from one of the first fire teams onsite to attend the rescue scene.

They like their God and church in America and there is nothing wrong with that.

Each to their own and live and let live is always what I subscribe to.

However I can't but sense it's all something to hide behind and in the cold light of day, the statue below overlooking the memorial site better describes my own feelings about it all.

I have the sinking feeling that there will be many more events and atrocities in the world like this in future years and I'll be left holding my heid in my hands at the needlessness of it all.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Genius Move!


April 18th: Genius Move!

If anybody ever says to me that they adore Salvador Dali because he was surreal, I always tell them that I prefer his slightly slower brother Dilly because he was unreal. Dilly Dali - it's the way I tell em! So, why get a cheap laugh out of a dead man then? Well, that's obvious - envy. He had the ability to realise and implement imagery from the deepest recess of his mind on canvas. Bang! Vision on, angst and joy, passion and soul dispersed from his system in equal measure and recorded for evermore as a fine work of art. Job done he'd move on, detailing his distinctive viewpoint from any given period in his life. You can look at the surreal masterpiece, Persistence of Memory (1931) or the juxtaposition of his later more religious life in The Vision of Hell (1962) as examples. He could express himself. He was a rock 'n roll star with a paintbrush.

Dali was different. It's been well documented that he would try and enter his subconscious mind whilst painting, so he could make it real. He would live and work his emotion onto the canvas. He would carry out his handiwork the moment he awoke from sleep to try and capture any dream immediately so he lost no impetus or feeling. He tried to keep it real. He was a genius.

When I read Julian Cope's two-part autobiography, Head-on and Repossessed I found it hugely entertaining and was inspired to note that Cope would go to bizarre lengths to get the right vocal mood and sound when he recorded. That man lives his life through the music and the music through his life. That's fucking Genius. When Cope or Richey from the manics cut themselves up, were they 4 REAL? I think so. I wouldn't go as far as to say that was genius but with guys like that, what you see is what you get. They are an expression of themselves. So what makes genius? Talent obviously helps but it's not always essential. For me it's a combination of factors.

When you feel empty, lethargic, devoid of inspiration, pissed off at people's lack of belief and you don't see a way out then what do you do? Do you reel on the ropes waiting to be counted out, every second taking an eternity, lasting forever, or do you come out fighting and go on the offensive yourself? Genius does.

For example we should all point blank refuse to accept misguided misconceptions and the attitudes of some that guitar pop music is "a young man's blues" and that because you're number one in the charts then you're the best and fuck the rest - bollocks. If your Work, Art, Love and Life has class, style and is relevant to the here and now then it must be heard irrespective of who or what you are, whether you are young or old, hip or chic, bohemian or not. To me it's irrelevant, it's not where you're from its where you're at that's important. That distinguishes genius. Genius does not buckle.

Genius cares about essentials, not what's currently most popular at a particular snapshot in time. It can be conveyed through a medium termed guitar pop amongst others. It might equally be through a pair of football boots. Who's ever going to say that George Best, Jim Baxter, Charlie George and Pele, to name but a few were not genius? Even now, Ronaldo, Giggs, et all display flashes, it’s all about the past, present and future. Genius can be found in any walk of life; it's about attitude and how you live it that makes it in my book.


40 years ago on the 15th April 1967 genius occurred at Wembley stadium, I know my Da told me so! I am a conditioned genius ;-)

People should judge for themselves and make their own minds up about what constitutes genius. Ability to "sustain a market"? (Unless you're a bean counter) NO. Quality of output? YES - Make a reaction to your environment. Make a move, make a Genius Move!

If a shop sold genius alone, what a shopping basket you could have. Imagine it, "Excuse me, have you got any of those what do you call it again, oh yes 'Neil Young' albums? Oh you have, great; well I need at least two of those, one for myself and one for Aunt Edna. Oh and I'll take one of those Lee Perry's while I'm here, if I can't 'scratch' I'd simply itch and I'd only want to get it later wouldn't I? What about the Jim Baxter does keepie up at wembley video, oh and a copy of 'it didnae cross the line in '66 ya blind bastard' Oh and can I have one of those Dali's' please. No time to dilly now is there, it'll save on another trip!


Julian Cope plays the Lemon Tree in Aberdeen May 8th. I’m gonna be there, I hope some of you are too.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Norski

April 17th: Norski


1968, on the grey-blue North Sea,
a ghost hauls in the trawl,
engines stopped, the battle ensues,
a natural tug o' war.

Was it the unspoken menace,
from the deepening swell, that
fuelled the fire that burned within, or
thoughts of home and pleasures sought,
suppressing worry, toil, pain.

Now here in the present down at Point Law,
cold waves, slap onwardly by, and
I find myself singing, Hank Thompson’s tune,
hoping things will turn out right.

Friday, April 06, 2007

Rootin Aboot

April 6th: Rootin Aboot

From April 9-14, "Rootin' Aboot" runs in Aberdeen. It is described as a celebration of roots and folk music. Sounds good and given I'm on my hols that same week I want to get along to some of it.

But before that...the new firm game is on Saturday, c'mon the dons...3 points will keep the pressure on the others around us for that euro spot...kwualtaaay...

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

C86

April 4th: C86

Every now and again things from the past crop up. "Cut Me Deep" was put out on some compilation called C86 recently and somebody let me know about it via e-mail. Ah cyber space communications, what efficiency it brings, instantaneous knowledge transfer (aye right - given that it was released last October and I hear about it now). Nae that I'm bothered though. I don't particularly want or need a copy of this compilation. C86 - what a load of pish.

It was just an NME propaganda exercise for the dodgy hair brigade back in the day. We were never a part of it then and shouldn't be classified as a part of it now. Loads of bands jumped on that particular bandwagon at the time if I remember correctly. All of those self promoting "look at me" types, "give me a listen", "I have something to say" whooo hooo get me aff this indie wheel onto a major deal as soon as you like types.

We were never one of those bands though. Which is why we probably never cut it commercially at the time. We were misfits. We worked our weird and worked it well. Don't get me wrong like, we might have grabbed it with both hands if offered, after all we were happy enough to be on Creation or Poptones samplers. But that was as a part of our labels identity and why we were there, it had nothing to do with the fickle NME.

"Cut Me Deep" is a truly great track though. I think that this is possibly the most pop song Jim ever wrote. I still have fresh memories of driving up from London and recording in Edinburgh with Wilf Smarties, who was also working with a diverse array at the time including Wet Wet Wet, Goodbye Mr. McKenzie and our own pals in APB.

I recall driving to the studio and seeing the Proclaimers at a photo shoot just off Prince's street, us doing a u-turn and shouting to them from the van, "Bathgate no more" our fists clenched and them creasing it and us accelerating off. They had been on the tube just the week before with their stunning debut and Tom and I had watched it in awe in South Norwood over a couple of beers. Jim and they others joined in the fun and then said "fa's at like"?

During recording, other Aberdeen chums, The Shamen dropped in by, sticking their heads into the studio and them digging the key change towards the end. Looking back it's brilliant that we recorded "Cut Me Deep" in Scotland. Cause that's what Scotland has done for me, contributed artistically to my life, memories and working my weird.

It was originally meant to be Ian Broudie producing but he'd called off being too busy with the Bunnymen at the time. I chatted with him at Alan McGee's Radio 4 club in Nottinghill many years afterwards and he couldn't recall. I did though. I also remember Alan telling me he would never work with Wilf again. Something about percentage points and royalties. Don't know if he ever did Ah well. Happy days.

All Jim's stuff was great though. In my mind he's a genius. Tom is a legend. Martin should have made a million, Derek receive a gold trumpet, whilst wee Stumpy got a vintage Wurlitzer for his efforts. But as Adam would say, all of this was a lifetime ago.

I've posted a montage of some personal photo's to show what it was like around that time. It's an RAF production (ruff as f*ck) but if you have stumbled across it then you might just like it and see thon Ricky, it was a brammer of an axe man!

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Jazz Hands


April 3rd: Jazz Hands

Not long now until the Scottish elections, the month of May ain't that far away. What do I wish for...New people that deliver on promises, more and improved Infrastructure, Hospitals, Housing and Roads that ain't or don't need to be dug up all the time, New dental provision for those that really need i.e. a Scottish Health Service, a pension for the fishermen who really deserve it from away back when, BUT...who could or would give it to us...well I'm not sure about that, as the picture shows, things can be all smoke and mirrors and party line dancing to a perception of the issues that matter most (for a while at least anyway) all dressed up with a bit of tarrah and all that jazz....but what I do know is...

No delivery = FAILURE

Monday, April 02, 2007

Granny McSloy's Passing


April 2nd: Granny McSloy's Passing

I was thirteen at the time and I remember it well,
Ma was busy making cups of tea for the women,
And all the men were having a drink,
Yet for all the activity it was, still, very peaceful.

Her's was the first dead body I'd ever seen,
I didn't want to look at my Granda, the last time,
Football was a much more attractive proposition,
But now there was no choice, the ba had burst.

My Uncle Jimmy took us through to see her,
"C'mon and I'll show ye the stiff" he said,
Ma cried at this and Da went berserk,
But nothing happened, it wasn't his fault.

He'd suffered a bang on the head in an industrial accident,
And although it was years ago, he was never the same after that,
So he took us through to her room, Edward and I, and
I'll never forget that moment as long as I live.

Granny McSloy lay there at peace with herself, quiet,
And I thought about her being with my Granda at long last,
I felt Edward tug my arm and I turned to see what was up,
Jim had his trousers at his ankles showing us the boils on his legs.

Unperturbed he told us about a John Wayne film he liked,
And about how he's always wanted to be a cowboy,
At that moment I swear I heard my Granny shout,
"Would somebody tell that daft bugger tae shut up!"