tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476699817870178740.post161613849421240555..comments2023-05-16T11:30:02.330+01:00Comments on Radio To Go: The JB's book. Dudley cool.Radio To Gohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03725758182840107219noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476699817870178740.post-79275870062766066102015-01-20T11:25:23.935+00:002015-01-20T11:25:23.935+00:00So many memories,I first remember standing on a be...So many memories,I first remember standing on a beer crate and peering through a crack in the doorway when I was about 11,I think it was still more of a Motorcycle club then.I remember seeing Hells Angels sitting on Logs, sporting "Pickelhaube" German helmets and hirsute leatherclad geezers swilling beer from tankards with tatooed faces..I played there a few times with my band "These Tender Virtues" in the early-mid 80's and Sam was always good to us.I knew Jimmy (the con) Fisher(RIP) because he was our driver and "security" on a couple of Dexys Midnight Runners tours and we grew close during that time.I remember him fondly, and to me,he mostly showed his kind and generous side,tho don't get me wrong, I've been near to him on a few occasions and seen him unleash explosive violent destructive anger too. <br />Thatcher was in power at the time we played the Old JBs and she was banging on about bringing back "victorian values" I'd just got my first publishing deal with EMI Music,had a great band of close friends and collaborators,we were in the middle of the Miners strike and the UK felt mean and not at all United to this twenty four year old.Always wanting to go against the grain and challenge audiences I fancied us as a kind of Fagins gang,and we had some pretty unusual "dickensian" tartan breetches and frock coats made by a designer/tailor friend who I later married.. using Thatchers victorian values bullshit and kind of reversing it. <br />I also used to confront/address the audience at our shows( stage all decked out in nicked BR lanterns and Aspidistras on the Leslie speaker)..."whaddya think?..do you like the way we look? how we sound?..well whaddya think?"<br />a voice came through the quiet from the corner of the bar at the back of the room, out of a head that looked like it had been hewn out of Mt Rushmore stone..<br />"Poor......Dearly poor"petehttp://www.petewilliamsmusic.comnoreply@blogger.com