Showing posts with label Captain Beefheart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Captain Beefheart. Show all posts

Wednesday, 21 August 2013

Echo and the Bunnymen - Thorn of Crowns

Old Pa's Wednesday Club

...Sandy Lyle - The Open

 
ECHO AND THE BUNNYMEN - Thorn of Crowns (1984) 

I always thought Sandy Lyle had the talent to win one of Golf's majors and he was a Scots man to.

I was visiting my parents in Inverness during the Open in 1985, The day before it started I went out with my father to his bowling club for our lunch time drink. I always looked forward to this as it was a joy to listen to the banter between my father and his senior mates. They had me in stitches.

This time my Father went to the Bookies before going to his club. I don't usually bet on horses but I decided to have a flutter on Sandy to win the Open, the odds were 14 to 1 so I put a tenner on Sandy to win.

Andy was doing quite well, he was in contention and when the last round came he was right up there. I said that if Sandy wins I will share the spoils with everybody who was in the room at that moment.

Bloody 'ell, he just went and did it. There were 10 people there, including myself, so it was £15 each. I bought some booze to celebrate and you know what?  I lost money after I paid everyone and bought the booze.

Oh Well! it was worth it. My sister and brother in law got a new fence, the kids got something they wanted. My father got an good bottle of Malt and of course Sandy won the Claret Jug. A good day all round.

Why Thorn of Crowns?. Well I bought the Album Ocean Rain in a second hand shop that morning and I loved the track. It always reminded me of Captain Beefheart
     

Tuesday, 19 February 2013

WEDNESDAY CLUB - Captain Beefheart - Gimme Dat Harp Boy

Some 'C' inspiration, a great guy, a sad bunch and meet the Captain

The Captain

 
CAPTAIN BEEFHEART - Gimme Dat Harp Boy (1968)

I had just moved down to London I managed to 'swing' a transfer from East Kilbride Tax Office to one in Isleworth, opposite the Fire Station, if you know Isleworth. I think it is a college or something nowadays. The Inland Revenue paid all my moving expenses etc. Nice people!

Compared to East Kilbride, the place was like something out of Dickens, it smelt musty and of old books. The people there were all ancient and set in there ways, I was like a toad in heat without a pond.

There was one guy who was different, he was black, had a straggle beard, was always hunched and always smelt of stale tobacco. The tips of his fingers were stained brown. Sometimes, when he returned from the toilet, there was that unmistakable aroma in the air which you would associate more with Lee Scratch Perry than with a Tax Officer.

He was always alone and people avoided him. When I first talked to him, I was told I should not get too close as he was not the type to be involved with and he was being watched??. This just annoyed me and I started to make a point of going with him for lunch and tea breaks.

He invited me round to his pad one night and I found him to have a wicked sense of humour and he was heavily into music and poetry. He loved Zappa and Captain Beefheart, I had just got into The Captain and had just bought Strictly Personal where this song comes from. He was a great guy when you broke the surface and we became friends..

I only stayed about 4 months as I got a job with British Airways. I never did pay back the expenses I got from the Inland Revenue. I pleaded poverty.

I do know one thing, I disliked working there and the only thing that made it bearable was  'the guy that nobody talked too'. I can't even remember his name, but I have a clear vision of him and the laughs we had together. It was a shame I lost contact with him. I seem to loose contact with most of the people I have had 'close encounters' with. Still, I have the visions, I have the memories. They can't take that away. Can they?!

With thanks to 'C' for the inspiration from one of her Posts   

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