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Name That Blueswailing Word Writer!
Posted by Mark Ellen on 9 February 2009 - 4:17pm.
I was expecting a file this afternoon from a WORD correspondent, a piece about a blues singer. But he sent this instead - a recording of himself with former MC5 manager John Sinclair. Onetime White Panthers activist Sinclair delivers a poem called The Delta Blues and the mystery WORD scribe plays acoustic slide guitar. Name that masked man!
(answer tomorrow).
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Charles Shaar Murray and I claim my £10.
that was my guess
without even listening
Perhaps
it's Rob Fitzpatrick? Did he pick up a few tips at that Rock School thingy?
Is Mick Farren still alive?
Or Nick Kent. Definitely in the Farren/Kent/CSM demographic
Still alive...
...and I can heartily recommend his autobiography Give The Anarchist A Cigarette
Last year when I was in Florence...
I passed an art gallery that had no name. I was intrigued and got talking to the owner, a middle-aged American guy. He told me that there would be a special appearance from John Sinclair that evening, he'd be reading his poetry and talking about the 60s counterculture. I went, and it was very interesting... even if the main topics of legalizing drugs and advocating fucking in the streets seemed somewhat archaic in 2008.
I guess CSM too...
has to be him, doesn't it?
Or failing that, Jude Rogers.
He's ubiquitous
...when I was in St.Ives on holiday last year, you couldn't turn a corner without bumping into CSM, who'd produce and play slide on his steel guitar at the slightest provocation. Blues jams, outdoor poetry readings, or just sitting outside the Sloop Inn, there he was. For the whole fortnight. The tart.
He's ace though
No-one informed my musical taste in the 70s more than Charlie Murray.
And here he is
At one of local poet Bob Devereaux's lunchtime poetry-and-music sessions:
http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3069/2974635023_23121ddf61.jpg
St.Ives...
home to one of my favourite places to visit, Barbara Hepworth's sculpture garden. And home to bastard bloody seagulls, one of which ripped an ice cream out of my hand and flew off with it before I'd any. Sod squirrels, exterminate the flying fiends of St.Ives!
Been there, done that...
bastard nearly knocked my glasses off, then grabbed the ice-cream cone and flew off under cover of confusion. A seagull, that is, not Charlie Murray. In St.Ives, I once saw a seagull face a cat down in a confrontation. Them seagulls is 'ard. The sculpture garden IS fantastic, though - especially when it's quiet and you get a chance to just soak up the beauty of the place.
But, friendly hint,
avoid the Tate like the plague. I get it no more than the locals.
Hepworth -
(any relation to DH?)
I have long been of the opinion that Pelagos by Dame Barbara is the most beautiful man-made object in the world and could look at it for hours.
Seagulls - I once sat on a St Ives beach and watched a gull reach into a carrier bag, remove and toss aside a bag of cheese and onion crisps, pull out a bag of beef flavoured which it then proceeded to rip open and devour.
Of course
we'd like it to be Andrew Collins.
The Mitfords played slide?
surely AC is a greys* man
not a blues.....
* a never ever reds
Forgotten 7th daughter
Blind Bessie Mitford,played harp too. Went to the USA in 1936 and joined The KKK.
Another vote for Blast Furnace
I'm another who guessed CSM before playing the piece and I'm sticking with that choice.
Thye best thing about it..
..is that he's drowning out the "poetry"
(Never compete with a steel guitar, it'll beat you every time)
'Someone who drowns out the poetry'
is as good a definition of a rock critic as you'll get really.