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I was pretty much a confirmed sugary pop head as a teenager, Stevie Wonder's funk and balladry tripped my trigger,
"Don't go breaking my heart" Sir Elton John & Kiki Dee is a favouraite from this period, until punk and post-punk started to filter down under in the late seventies.
Australian bands like the Angels, the radiators, were great to get pissed to in the suburban beer barns of my later teen years, soon replaced by a strain of more 'new wave' influenced Aussie pub-rock, such as Pel Mel, Do re Mi, The Models, Hunters and Collectors, Laughing Clowns, Birthday Party. A wild old time of energy, coolness, invention and opening up of the field. In the early eighties in sydney, you could head out on a Saturday night and see three great bands at three different venues.
On the O/S front I fell in love with Talking Heads, The Police, especially the Jam, Gang of 4, discovered Beefheart's Trout Mask, and got gloomily captivated by Joy Division for a spell.
Seeing John Cale live in Sydney, solo, in'83 was an epiphany of the musical power and honesty, beauty and rawness that one man, his voice and guitar/ piano could produce, that I have never fully recovered from.
The mid to late 80s were a dark period, where the buzz and excitement of the post-punk movement fizzled out into shoulder pads and white bread disco. Paul Weller went all Absolute Beginners, and Green from Scritti Politti (i adored their 1st LP) tried to meld (i understand NOW) Derrida with fluffy sugar. The smiths saved me, and made me feel like the shy, sensitive teenager I always knew myself to be. Boo Hoo!
I disengaged from the MTV age of Whitney and Bryan Adams, and found refuge in learning how to play piano, and boning up on the jazz records that my ol' Mum had played when I was just a tacker: Miles, Mingus, Duke, Sarah Vaughan.
I got lost in jazz land till the late 80s until I tried my hand at performing, joining a reggae covers band, learning the double skank, mon, playing UB4O, Tosh and Marley covers, feeling the mojo rise, the bass dance and the boredom, eventually, set in - do you know what its like to skank all night long?
I fancied myself, by then, as a hot jazz-fusion sort of guy,eg Chick Corea in Return to Forever, and enlisted in a rap/hip hop band with some 'shit hot' musos. WE played like Earth Wind and Fire meets Young MC, you get the idea. Another covers band, that was fun at first, but I knew something was missing. I was, still, at heart a post-punker, with a sugar-melody soul.And these Muso cats were mercenary types, who thought an overdriven guitar was 'dumb rock', played by meatheads who hadn't learnt the craft of a Nile Rodgers (Chic)rhythm.
I'll be back. |
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