Word #44

Issue 44

October 2006


Cover star – Joe Strummer

Word shuffle

1) P11– double page black and white school photograph from Mount Temple comprehensive school in Dublin, dated 1976. Readers are invited to play ‘Where’s Bono?’

2) P55– a whole page of adverts for 3 recently released ‘Live At The BBC’ albums. Free and The Housemartins get a qaurter page each whilst The La’s get a whole half page.

3) P129 – a page of album reviews. Dorian Lynskey reviews OutKast’s ‘Idlewild’ (“it’s the first OutKast album to pale next to its predecessor, the first to outstay its welcome, the first to sound fatally compromised”) and Jude Rogers enjoys the “ridiculously chirpy” ‘#3’ by Surburban Kids With Biblical Names (“imagine a gang of bedwetters finding a a big stash of Ritalin…the spirit of Jonathan Richman runs manically all across this record”).

4) P34 – the first of a 3 page article on Shirley Collins by Rob Fitzpatrick. “In a small terraced cottage behind Lewes castle, Shirley Collins is laughing so loudly she’s drawn the attention of the chap currently cleaning her windows. We’re talking about the two months she spent travelling through America’s deep south with Alan Lomax in 1959, recording white Baptist hymns, fife and drum bands, share-cropper blues, field hollers, prison songs and other fast-disappearing folk music of the southern states. One of Shirley’s jobs was to transcribe the lyrics from each recording – no easy task when the accents and dialects are so heavy and you’re thousands of miles from home.

‘I had heard very little black American folk and blues and these were proper deep south prison songs,’ Collins says. ‘The references meant nothing to me. I learnt that Black Betty was a whip, but there were so many sexual connotations I just didn’t understand. I was only in my 20s and that’s like being six nowadays.’ She bursts out laughing again.”

5) P84 – final page of a 3 page feature on Ray LaMontagne. “LaMontagne’s musical awakening occurred via the strangest of sources. Having scraped through high school he went through a succession of menial jobs. ‘I don’t like working for other people,’ he sighs. ‘I can’t stand it if I have to punch in the time clock, I get pretty low pretty quickly.’

But then, working at a Maine shoe factory, he was woken one morning by a Steve Stills song called Tree Top Flyer and his life changed. A tale of a freelance pilot operating beyond and – literally – above the daily punching-in grind, it’s easy to see why it appealed to LaMontagne.”

Interesting – In the ‘Home Service’ section, Mark Ellen recommends ‘Stalingrad by Antony Beevor. “It’s a slow read: you have to put it down every five minutes to try and accommodate fresh evidence of the misery that can be wrought upon the human condition by fellow humans, this further complicated by the cocktail of guilt you experience  if you’re reading it on a beach and about to visit a seafood restaurant.”

Andrew Collins reviews ‘The Gothic Box’. “Goth compilations usually pad wildly with ‘unreleased versions’ and Creaming Jesus. or scrap the door policy (I have one that includes The Wonder Stuff and The Ramones).”

Chris Salewicz writes about Joe Strummer in a 9 page extract from his book ‘Redemption Song’. “There was a fundamental flaw in firing Mick Jones that no one seemed to have thought out: with the exception of Topper’s Rock The Casbah, it was Mick who wrote all the music, so getting rid of him was madness. By dumping Mick, a problem may have been solved for Joe, as he perceived it. But another was about to be introduced. Bernie Rhodes was about to take charge of the music. Replacement guitarists were brought in, and the ‘dodgy Clash’ – as I heard them referred to – toured and began recording the Cut The Crap album.”

Dorian Lynskey asks Badly Drawn Boy about his “notriously erratic” gigs. “I openly admit that I’ve made many mistakes when I’ve played live but I think that’s the element that people buy into. I couldn’t design that if I tried. I want to leave 80% of the gig to chance, including the setlist, and that means you can fall on your arse at any point, which I have done, but people like it beacuse it’s human.”

Christopher Bray looks at the life and career of Anthony Perkins. “Much to Hollywood’s chagrin he had hooked up with another rising young star – Tab Hunter. So desperate was Perkins to keep this affair private that even when the two went to see a movie together, Perkins insisted they sit apart until the lights went down. When the lights came back up the two men would drive away in separate cars, Perkins powder-blue Thunderbird trailing a few hundred yards behind Hunter’s mustard-coloured Ford Fairlane as they made their way to the latter’s pad. Perkins may have picked up the Tab but there was no way he was going to admit it.”

Longer article

Andrew Collins declares the death of indie and asks ‘How Indie Are You? .