So we were in a band called “Dear John” and had ‘paid to play’ in all the places you ‘paid to play’ in the late 1908’s. We had played for 15 mins. to 3000 people on a saturday night at the Hippodrome, appearing via my first and last stage that rose from the basement…there is a special name for that but I can’t remember it. We played all the venues you were able to get a gig at, and a few you really should not have bothered to play at all. We played at the Mean Fiddler where you had to pay 50 quid to play and you only got it back if hundreds of your friends came with flyers with your bands name on -usually about 3 friends would turn up! We had a demo that was recorded in the middle of the night in a recording studio as it was cheaper then, was it called dead time?( perhaps it should have been called deaf time because by that time of night   the sound engineer usually  deaf, stoned or asleep. As the vocalist I  always got to put my tracks on at the end after the drummer, the bass player any guitarists and keyboard players,  usually in the last hour of the time we had, at about 5 in the morning, once every one else had had a millions times to get their tracks right. ‘How does that sound?’ ‘oh fine’ the band would say , usually cos they were either too drunk, imbibed or tired to notice or care about  the vocals. ha ha ha….

This track, I can’t even remember where we recorded it, but it sounds like I may have got a little bit more time to record my vocal than with some of the other band/demos I did. Oh it might have been in Dagenham.(!) Mickey wrote the song, the rest of the band – well there was Steve(bass) and Grady ( which does not disguise the fact his name was Graham, drums), and the tallest keyboard player in the world  also called Graham ( blimey two Grahams in one band…very slack). Lost touch with them all when the band split (as they usually always do), though I know Graham, keyboard, is in Scarborough. Izzy styled us and Anthony took me round Chinatown with a clockwork old super 8, and Bruno Perosa edited it. It was pre  any home editing suite and I remember us spending hours going through all the shots with a tooth comb, deciding what order they would be in.

We made the video with about three pennies to rub together -so thanks to all those people. We used shopping trollies instead of trackers and demolished Mickey’s flat. We bought a load of old china to throw around and then because of all the incense and bright film lights (borrowed)  in his dark Victorian basement flat, I think some poltergeist decided to finally leave and a huge shelf full of all Mickey’s china came crashing down in the middle of the filming. I had funny false eye lashes and wierd eyebrows but hey…it was the eighties. I should probably think myself lucky to get away with not looking more of a prat…though, what can only be described as a pineapple hairdo almost swung it. I like my high twiddly vocal bits in this. Anyway…I hope you enjoy this little trip down memory lane with me.

SONG OF THE DAY– RAINING IN CHINA -written by Mickey B. Goode. performed by Dear John.

When times of change come, and they come, it is good to have inspirational people around who will help you on the journey. I find one of my fellow bloggers, nrhatch  completely ‘on the money’ and when ever I need to hear something in my head, she almost without fail puts out  a post with all the quotes I need. So a big thanks to her.

Another inspirational fellow who has given me so much during the last year is Derek Sivers.  He sends stuff all the time, which is the enlightened stuff you knew all the time, but needed someone to say it OUT LOUD in a simple and clear way. He SHARES in a way that is just so generous. Every useful book he reads, he puts a potted version on his site –  he has a new book out  Anything You Want – 40 Lessons for a New Kind of Entrepreneur” and much stuff on his blog, website that will not only help musicans, but anyone and everyone with their creative and community side something to ponder on…I am on his email list and I so appreciate the nuggets he sends through…this is one of them.

He is a lesson in how we should all live our lives. Sharing with our communities, helping other to find their way creatively .  I found a lovely thing he shared just the other day of a John Mayer workshops at Berklee which I have stuck on my wall, and it is for all you budding songwriters, story writers, script writers. Just take out the word songs and change it to story, painting, decision…it works in almost any context.

“I can’t stress enough how important it is to write bad songs. There’s a lot of people who dont want to finish songs because they don’t think they’re any good. Well they’re not good enough. Write it!  I want you to write me the worst songs you could possible write me because you won’t write bad songs. You’re thinking they’re bad so you don’t have to finish it. That’s what I really think it is. Well it’s all right. Well, how do you know? It’s not done!” John Mayer

So I am off to write lots of bad songs and finish them…thats the task…

Today  I have to thank Earthly Voices for an amazing concert last night.. I had a little cry on the way home clutching my flowers, thinking about all the brilliant times we have had, and how I am so not going to miss that horrible journey.

SONG OF THE DAY She’s Like the Swallow trad.

My first choice is June Tabor singing this traditional folk song from Newfoundland, with the delicious Huw Warren on piano.The other version by Cara Dillon  is to ‘compare and contrast’ . Dedicated to Earthly Voices who cracked this  song last night, and I can only apologise for not being able to tell the difference between ‘the ‘ and ‘a’, ‘dum’ and ‘ba’.

We went to a wonderful music festival last weekend and I sadly still have the chest infection to show for it.

I am thinking my lungs were not really  helped by the very lovely  Mr Fire Starter who made the most marvellous bonfire I have every seen and  then preceded to soak it in so much accellorant that when the exceedingly finely crafted bonfire  was lit, it turned into a pile of 3ft charred embers in about 10 minutes.  But  for that 10 minutes, the heat was so intense that birds fell from the sky, sheep melted in the neighbouring fields and our silhouettes branded themselves into the marquee canvas as we ran for cover. Mr P.the Landscaper reckons no plant will grow on the site for about 4000 years…..And the smoke! Wow! So much for singing round the campfire..we were so far away from each other, sitting in the circle… it was more like campfire shouting…ha ha ha. The fire started to die down a bit and Mr Fire Starter threw another massive piece of furniture on it- I am sure it was  a  Chippendale.

20ft to 4ft in 10 minutes

I attempted to lead one  camp fire song with my guitar but had to stay on my feet- ducking the  massive wafts of smoke as they billowed towards  me every time I opened my mouth for a breath. The grass was  gone…completely black or vanished for about a  30ft bunker…like a large  alien flying-saucer had arrived from space…poor old sheep..they ‘aint gonna enjoy the rest of their grazing this year, unless they like baaaaah-becued soil.

The topic was hot…and boy it was….sizzling!

SONG OF THE DAY Cold as Ice -Foreigner

Can you see what I did there? ha ha. Some very nice vocals at the end, and for some sad reason I seem to know all the words to this. Ah well. We sometimes have no control over what we like as we often just love what we like and like what we know.(Genesis..the band not the biblical book) I will be more of a rebel soon.

I finally had a day at home with Mr P…. Apart from waking up at 5am and then falling asleep at 9am, the day was lovely. We wandered over to the nicest, least pretentious and most reasonably priced lunch venue in our neighbourhood. It was called Park Life and now is called the Community Diner. Part of a community centre and next to the park where Dick Whittington lost his cat all those centuries ago. Actually it may be where he found his cat. Perhaps it was where he just had a bit of a rest with his cat.

They have got rid of the fabbo birdie wallpaper, and given the place an acid yellow type of look. Mr P. had his lunch there every day this week as he was fixing up someone’s front garden nearby, so it was a bit of a busman’s holiday us going there on his day off. 

Nice home cooked food and relaxed atmosphere. Had a little walk round the new wild garden, a stone’s throw from the madness what is The Holloway Road. We sat and watched the pigeons, footballers and the police helicopter circling overhead.

….. hand in hand with the old man….It don’t get better than that really.

So my Video Clip for the Day is a pigeon walking, at normal speed through Whittington Park..truely

SONG OF THE DAY  Itchycoo Park -The Small Faces

The singer was  Steve Marriott. I wonder why they were called the Small Faces.