Cider with Roadies
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Journal Entry 1 by veganknitter from Bolton, Greater Manchester United Kingdom on Friday, February 9, 2007
Picked up in Bolton Sally Army shop - request from flannerstheflan
I hope you enjoy this as much as I did!
I hope you enjoy this as much as I did!
Journal Entry 2 by veganknitter at Controlled Release in Controlled Release, A Bookcrossing member -- Controlled Releases on Friday, February 9, 2007
Released 17 yrs ago (2/9/2007 UTC) at Controlled Release in Controlled Release, A Bookcrossing member -- Controlled Releases
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Sending to flannerstheflan
Sending to flannerstheflan
Arrived today - thank you so much!
In a standard rock memoir you want three things: sex, drugs and a pact with the devil. With a rock journalist’s biog, you have quite different requirements - nostalgia, modesty and above all, humour. Maconie delivers all three with great style.
He and I are not far apart in age and have several bands/tours/magazines in common (Deaf School is a particularly luminous mid-70s memory). I’m afraid I was a Maker girl myself, but I did enjoy NME’s Bismillah! which was largely down to him. But I can’t compete with his first concert experience . . . The Beatles! How cool is that – ‘nuff respect to his Mum. It beats mine into a cocked hat, although it is still worth mentioning: Status Quo, Portsmouth Guildhall, aged seven (me, not Status Quo.) The reason for this precociousness was that my sister was married to one of the Shulman brothers, whose band were on the support bill [Status Quo were irrelevant so far as my family were concerned, a view which has come to be shared by many people in the intervening forty odd years]; those same Shulmans who went on to form Gentle Giant, one of Maconie’s pre-punk faves.
Completely coincidentally, I recently reread Jonathan Coe’s The Rotter’s Club which charts much of the same territory from a fictive, West Midlands, middle-class perspective. There are quite astonishing parallels, right down to the NME worship and later career choice. To then have available this factual, Northern, working-class counterpoint made a wonderfully rich reading experience. The gods of music and literature sometimes move in well mysterious ways.
You can probably tell – I liked this book a lot. The love of the music - whether it be The Smiths, Northern Soul, Blur, Elvis Costello, Chic (Yowsah!), the Happy Mondays, Wire, Julian Cope, the Mahavishnu Orchestra or my personal hero, Bowie - just shines through. And you can’t ask for more than that.
He and I are not far apart in age and have several bands/tours/magazines in common (Deaf School is a particularly luminous mid-70s memory). I’m afraid I was a Maker girl myself, but I did enjoy NME’s Bismillah! which was largely down to him. But I can’t compete with his first concert experience . . . The Beatles! How cool is that – ‘nuff respect to his Mum. It beats mine into a cocked hat, although it is still worth mentioning: Status Quo, Portsmouth Guildhall, aged seven (me, not Status Quo.) The reason for this precociousness was that my sister was married to one of the Shulman brothers, whose band were on the support bill [Status Quo were irrelevant so far as my family were concerned, a view which has come to be shared by many people in the intervening forty odd years]; those same Shulmans who went on to form Gentle Giant, one of Maconie’s pre-punk faves.
Completely coincidentally, I recently reread Jonathan Coe’s The Rotter’s Club which charts much of the same territory from a fictive, West Midlands, middle-class perspective. There are quite astonishing parallels, right down to the NME worship and later career choice. To then have available this factual, Northern, working-class counterpoint made a wonderfully rich reading experience. The gods of music and literature sometimes move in well mysterious ways.
You can probably tell – I liked this book a lot. The love of the music - whether it be The Smiths, Northern Soul, Blur, Elvis Costello, Chic (Yowsah!), the Happy Mondays, Wire, Julian Cope, the Mahavishnu Orchestra or my personal hero, Bowie - just shines through. And you can’t ask for more than that.
