cricket fans wear to the Test Match
Mr Greedy, the shy & retiring Mr Tench and ‘Oscar’ meet before today’s play at the Ageas Bowl. ‘Oscar’ arrived on the zebra
I went to the Test Match on Sunday and took this pic (there were more musicians out of shot)
Then yesterday I went to the Test Match and met Pete’s delightful and very posh pal Charles Collingwood
Today I’m going to the Test Match
Then tomorrow I’m meeting up with Messrs Tench & Greedy and we’re going to the Test Match
And on Thursday …
I’m thinking of re-writing the lyrics to Stormy Monday
I’ve been asked a couple of times in the past week if there are any copies of Pompey Pop Pix left. The answer is no, none. Even the few left in local shops have gone so it’s Ebay now – you can start flogging them for loads of dosh!
Here’s a plea from Paul Moorhead
This is a photo of me (on the left) and my mate Ray playing at The Greyhound, Leigh Park in 1964.
It’s all that’s left of a bigger photo which has got damaged. I am desperate to see a copy of the full photo but I don’t even know who took it.
In the original you can also see our girl singer (blonde) and another guitarist, with our roadie in the background. I know it’s a long shot, but if anyone has a complete copy would they please post it on here so I can the whole thing again. Many thanks.
OK here’s a summer holiday project for those who fancy it
I’m going to write a piece for an academic journal about the Velvet Undergound. At this stage it’s just a proposal and may not be accepted
My principal interest is why, how, and when British fans got to hear them in the early days. There is this story that hardly anyone did until punk came around and (as Brian Eno said) all the people who did buy the record “started a band”
I’d LOVE to hear any memories you have of hearing them/seeing them/buying the album etc and if you don’t mind I might follow up any comments with more questions (you can always tell me to piss off)
Incidentally I’m not bothered whether you liked them or not – just anything you may have to say
I’m off to spend a week at the Test Match from Sunday. It’s too hot to do much right now and it’s feeling like the Blog is on its Summer Holiday. I need to get back to the Basins diary but there’s not much else coming in right now. I guess one day we’ll figure the story has been told?
I was driving down the M27 tonight listening to some San Francisco psych classics by Country Joe and the Dead which of course put me in mind of the Summer of 67 except that the heat keeps reminding me this week of the summer of 76.
Which made me think that 76 was when the whole punk thing got going in London at least. I can’t claim to have known much about it – in 1976 I was playing in a seven piece acoustic country blues/jug band and resolutely ignoring rock music at every opportunity but I was teaching teenagers, so things filtered through
Which led me to think that 76 is 67 backwards but also its mirror image
Which seemed kind of interesting as I was driving along with tracks from Aoxomoxoa on the system – since like that title, 67:76 is palindromic
Ain’t life something?