Random Noise 6

A two and a half hour radio show with John Lydon talking and playing favourites, recorded in the depth of London’s 1977 summer of punk. He’s smart, witty – and has exceptional taste in music:

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I had this strong memory of Split Enz performing on stage at the oft-lamented (although nobody mentions the shitty sight-lines) lost Auckland theatre, His Majesty’s, in December 1974. My reccollection of a gig that changed my life – I’d seen nothing like it in New Zealand before and it opened the door to all sorts of possibilities and eventually the rest of my life – included Phil Judd lying on a deck chair on a stage covered in sand in a recreation of an iconic to the point of cliched End Of The Golden Weather styled New Zealand summer, playing the slightly surreal Titus (drawn lyrically from the Mervyn Peake book of the same name – about as a far from a New Zealand summer as was possible).

As the years passed I was increasingly unsure of my memory. Nobody but me seemed to have any recall of it. I’d even asked Tim Finn in the early 1980s, although he was – as the Enz pop star was then ascendent – disinterested in talking about those times and Phil Judd it seemed. I mentioned it a few years later in a series of interviews I did for the 2003 Give It A Whirl TV series, and – bing – when it went air Mark Everton, the director, had found footage and cut my words in.

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Random Noise 4

Here’s some studio porn from the late, and truly great, Tom Dowd –  a three part tour through the rather (for want of a less cliched word) legendary Criteria Studios in Miami:

A list of the Top 10 John Cooper Clarke poems.

And in case you’ve forgotten it, here’s a very funky Beasley Street, live on UK TV in 1980:

Mojo have followed their excellent albeit bizarre at times (if you’ve never seen it, that Brian Wilson interview on Mike Douglas is fascinating for all the wrong reasons) Beach Boys video compendium with a similar one on the Fab 4, (cheers Chris) focusing on 67/68. It includes this well-fab mini-doco on the making of Yellow Submarine and the often forgotten revolution in animation it stirred up at the time:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=69MbW2SfIx0

If you thought Mike Love was a prick before, read this……

Incidentally most of the claims he makes here about co-authorship of songs were later dismantled in court. Eventually Brian – in a mentally frayed state not least because of his heavily psychotic drugs Dr. Eugene Landy (who was also stripping him at the time) had him on – simply rolled over to make it go away.

And since we are there, this Newsweek story from a week or so ago about the reunion makes pretty intriguing reading:

And then there’s Wilson—always the conduit, the live wire, the pulsing limbic system of the Beach Boys. As his biographer David Leaf once put it, “Brian Wilson’s special magic in the early and mid-1960s was that he was at one with his audience … Brian had a teenage heart, until it was broken.”

At first, Wilson says nothing. Then I overhear him talking to Jardine “We’re 70 fucking years old,” he says. “You’ll be 70 in September. I’ll be 70 in June. I’m worried about being 70.”

“It’s still a few months off,” Jardine says.

“That’s true,” Wilson mutters.

He pauses for a few seconds, looking away from his bandmate. “I want to know how did we get here?” he finally says. “How did we ever fucking get here? That’s what I want to know.”

Here’s grumpy old Dave Dexter, the dude who trashed the early Beatles recordings and albums for Capitol in the US, moaning and grumbling about the band, their lack of talent and their generally unpleasant personalities – ‘cos he sounds like a real bundle of joy:

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Latin vibes-meister Vince Montana conducts the planet’s finest soul orchestra, MFSB – filmed from the horn section.