As a means of killing time during the long periods spent waiting around whilst on jury service, I have started to read "Kink" by Dave Davies of The Kinks. It's no secret that Ray and Dave no longer see eye to eye (I doubt they ever did!), but, both come across as though they enjoyed very little of their time in the spotlight. Another thing that never ceases to amaze me is how Pop celebrity seems to mix the utterly mundane with the outrageous. Tales of drunken excess from the legendary Hyatt hotel in LA are spliced with orders for plastic bottles of Woodpecker cider and ham sandwiches. Drug fuelled, sexual hi-jinks and cross dressing share equal billing with games of snooker and watching Arsenal. It only seems to confirm what I have always suspected about fame: it is, for the most part, rather boring. When asked what it's like having been in the Rolling Stones for 25 years, Charlie Watts replied "5 years of playing and 20 years sat, waiting around in airports"
Fame: you wouldn't wish it on your worst enemy....
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Tuesday, 15 March 2011
Thursday, 8 January 2009
Infamy, Infamy, They've all got it Infamy!
New Years Greetings Ladies and Germs
I guess that we are all trying to leave our mark on this world in some shape or fashion. Be it lofty ambitions that could, ultimately, lead to Nobel Peace awards, Acedemic Accolades or, just, a mention in The Hackney Gazette. For me, I have always thought that the best opportunity would present itself through Music. I still dream that one day the Postman will walk down the street whisting one of my songs - the only true meter of success amongst the populous! Until then, my personal quest will continue via various Support gigs, Open mic slots, Demo tapes, MySpaces, Facebooks, Blogs and yes, even The Hackney Gazette.
But, hold on a minute there, Sparky....
Reading through the pages, and specifically the Obituaries section, of the February issue of Uncut magazine, I came across this little gem of an article.
MIKE TERRY 1940-2008
"Whenever Berry Gordy Jr needed a burning sax solo to punctuate hits by The Four Tops ("I can't help myself"), Martha and the Vandellas ("Heatwave"), The Supremes ("Where did our love go?") and The Isley Brothers ("This Old Heart of Mine"), Terry was the man"
Did you hear that? "Terry was the Man" Now, as if that isn't cool enough, This Old Heart Of Mine just happens to be my favourite 45 rpm of all time - spooky or what? And, there in lies the rub. After years of trying to put my stamp on this planet, it appears someone else has kindly pulled their size 9's on and done it for me. Infamy at last!
There's only problem with my new found fame - I'm already Dead!
Peas 'n' Fluff
Mick
I guess that we are all trying to leave our mark on this world in some shape or fashion. Be it lofty ambitions that could, ultimately, lead to Nobel Peace awards, Acedemic Accolades or, just, a mention in The Hackney Gazette. For me, I have always thought that the best opportunity would present itself through Music. I still dream that one day the Postman will walk down the street whisting one of my songs - the only true meter of success amongst the populous! Until then, my personal quest will continue via various Support gigs, Open mic slots, Demo tapes, MySpaces, Facebooks, Blogs and yes, even The Hackney Gazette.
But, hold on a minute there, Sparky....
Reading through the pages, and specifically the Obituaries section, of the February issue of Uncut magazine, I came across this little gem of an article.
MIKE TERRY 1940-2008
"Whenever Berry Gordy Jr needed a burning sax solo to punctuate hits by The Four Tops ("I can't help myself"), Martha and the Vandellas ("Heatwave"), The Supremes ("Where did our love go?") and The Isley Brothers ("This Old Heart of Mine"), Terry was the man"
Did you hear that? "Terry was the Man" Now, as if that isn't cool enough, This Old Heart Of Mine just happens to be my favourite 45 rpm of all time - spooky or what? And, there in lies the rub. After years of trying to put my stamp on this planet, it appears someone else has kindly pulled their size 9's on and done it for me. Infamy at last!
There's only problem with my new found fame - I'm already Dead!
Peas 'n' Fluff
Mick
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