Friday, April 11, 2003
My One And Only
New as I am to this rather satisfying on-line nonsense, I do, however, realise that there are certain Rites of Passage one must undergo before being admitted to even the lower echelons of the Blogaratti. With this in mind, I present for the first, and - I promise - very last time, this Friday's Five.
1. What was the first band you saw in concert?
Oh, don't really do concerts these days, y'know. Yeah, much prefer the pristine, studied clarity of a CD to the uncertain immediacy of a live event.
- That's not answering the question. What was the first band you saw in concert?
Look, it was a long time ago, my mum told me Marc Bolan was common, and Bowie was "One Of Them". Choices were limited for a good Catholic boy back then.
- That is not what I asked. What was the first band you ever saw in concert?
OK, I heard you the first time. All right, if I must: it was this bunch of flared, feather-cut, clean-living, primary-colour-wearing boys-and-girls-next-door. Ah, Eve, Lyn, Peter, Paul and (especially, oh yes, especially) Marty, to love you and your well-scrubbed harmonies today would be regarded as ironic. In 1972 it just got me picked on and called a puff at school. In mitigation, may I point out that I was thirteen at the time, and still hadn't started shaving?
2. Who is your favourite artist/band now?
My dears, I am now a true Renaissance Man, a sophisticate, if you really want to know, who currently partakes of such eclectic and recherché musical delights as mad Americans, trendy minimalists, 60s survivors, and dead German divas… And, yeah, er, Kylie, as well….
3. What's your favourite song?
"Three Wheels On My Wagon" by the New Christie Minstrels. Only because it's the very first song I ever recall hearing as a child, probably on Radio Caroline, and introduced, no doubt, by Tony Blackburn. A rollabout, drunken saloon-bar singalong, with daft and slightly dodgy lyrics which are, most certainly, the root cause of my present enduring love for cowboy songs and saloon bars.
4. If you could play any instrument, what would it be?
A tenor sax. Wailing for a lost love that never comes again. On a rain-swept night, somewhere near the Champs-Elysées. With Miles Davis on trumpet. And Jeanne Moreau in the starring role. If I had my way, my entire life would be a film noir played out to the sound of a solo saxophone..
5. If you could meet any musical icon (past or present), who would it be and why?
Icons belong in Russian Orthodox Churches. That is where they should remain.
OK. Friday Five done. Normal service tomorrow, my dears.