For this week’s Minds Music Monday, I thought I would combine some things. Firstly, it is Charlie Burchill’s birthday at the end of this week. Happy birthday, Charlie!
Also, just a week or so ago, we saw the re-release of the Man Who Sold The world – or as it was originally MEANT to be called, Metrobolist. The re-release was to mark its 50th anniversary of release in the USA (Yes! The album was strangely released in the USA first, several months before it was released in the UK).
So, in light of this double – Charlie’s birthday, and the recent release of the 50th anniversary issue of Metrobolist, let’s have Simple Minds covering The Man Who Sold The World – and Charlie’s stellar guitar work, emulating his hero Mick Ronson. Sounding rather braw in the process he is too!
This morning I was taking photos of Sultan as she was sitting by the little light box thing which has “pure dead braw” on it.
ASAP jumped up on the table a minute or two later and sat beside Sultan. I kept snapping away. Then Sultan yawned and as the camera snapped I thought “Oh hopefully that’ll make for a fun one, mid yawn.”
By heck it did! As soon as a saw it looking back through the few I’d taken, it just instantly made me think “Pet Shop Boys! That album cover of theirs!” Then I had to put in a Google search “Pet Shop Boys album covers” because I didn’t know what it was called. It revealed itself to be “actually” pretty quick in the search results.
I saved a copy of the cover, I then posted it to the FB group called “Recreate artworks with things you find at home”. This is how popular this post has been through the day…
1800 likes! And nearing 200 comments. My furbabies are little microstars!
Even just the way the interview started. Even BEFORE hearing the start of the interview, I knew it would be awesome. But…just the start. The ringing phone, and as soon as the phone is answered Frank saying “give me a one-two” and Jim saying…well, I won’t spoil it.
But it had be grinning like a loon from the get go. And the smile didn’t leave my face for the following 50 odd minutes.
A lot of the stuff Jim has said before, of course. And when you listen to EVERY interview he does, you’ll hear the same things over and over. But it never gets old. He never seems to tire telling them. There is always the same level of enthusiasm in his voice and in his relaying of the stories and the telling of the tales.
And…I fall in love with him AGAIN. Over and over. It all goes round and round.
I guess the thing that sunk in this time, even though he has said it before is that…he’s right. To have done what he has done. To have that relentless drive to make a success of it. To push on. To not be defeatist. To use the knock backs and set backs, and the things that would put other mere mortals on their knees – it takes “a type”. You need to be “a type”. Luck…and to be “a type”.
I think it is singularly the thing that makes me love him most of all, is that he IS that “type”.
You know…yes! I do fancy the pants off him for the aesthetic, esp. of the younger man – I won’t lie. That’s where the lust and sexual attraction is – but that’s the thing too. The thing that makes him sexy AF probably actually ISN’T his looks, per se, it’s everything. The whole sum of his parts. That drive. That ambition. The absolutely stone-faced, dogged, utter infallibility of him!
There’s a bit in it in which he said to Frank that he remembered a time that Frank gave him “a serve” as we’d say in Oz. A kind of “dressing down”. I won’t go into a lot of detail because I don’t want to spoil the enjoyment of you guys listening to it. But the end of it was Frank saying to Jim, “What are you gonna do about it? Go home and cry to your mummy?”
You know. I would have. I did. I would do. I was weak. I have always been weak. And my weakness shows in a life barely lived.
But he took it as fuel. He took it as fuel to push on. To just…stick at it and make the most of a shit situation. To not let it get the better of him. Defeat him. He’d knuckle down. He’d get the thing licked.
And I guess this is why I attach myself so much to Jim. Because he just…he makes me feel alive. He gives me oxygen!
He’s just a million beautiful, positive things. Passion, drive, energy, talent, brains, beauty. I love him to pieces. I just do. Retrospectively, from point dot. From that young upstart dreaming the dreams of getting the band together until the present, Mr “Elder Statesmen” who you can hear when he talks still has that buzz of that 16 year old kid.
It’s why I wish more than anything to be his friend. I just want to be around him. I just want to bask in his light. He’s like the sun.
But…he’s a winner. And as a winner, he likes to surround himself with fellow winners. Hence, he would want absolutely NOWT to do with me! Loz from Loserville.
I could listen to him talk all day, every day. I could happily bask in his light all day too. Just to feel some of that sun.
I wrote this years ago, about him. It hasn’t changed. I still feel exactly the same.
I was buzzing for ages afterwards, mulling over it all in my head. Smiling, trying to drift off to sleep, hoping I’d dream of him. Dream of sitting around talking to him. Or perhaps walking and talking with him? My friend Stephen has planted this whole being “taken up The Trossachs” idea in my head…as the ultimate dream. As if! As if he would.
I tried to settle and get to sleep and thought, “Geez, I wish I was Frank!”
You can find the details of Frank Gallagher’s Soundman Confidential podcast in my previous posts.
I fell in love with this version IMMEDIATELY on first play when I got the New Gold Dream box set in the summer of 2016.
I find it wonderful when we are allowed to hear demos and early versions of songs. I love being exposed to that “work-in-progress’ – even if it takes many years to do so.
It always feels just ever so slightly darker and maudlin the early version. I guess because it is a slower pace. It’s more sparse as well. The synth is just beautiful though. So melodic. And even if Jim is just searching for lyrics and a tune with his vocal, it’s haunting and beautiful.
In its early life, In Every Heaven feels much more akin to Seeing Out The Angel in its structure, but it eventually gets its guitar parts, becomes more up tempo and says such beautiful sentiment to its lyrics.
I’ll never QUITE understand what “kissing yourself goodbye” is meant to imply but I guess it doesn’t really matter. Not everything in life makes sense.
My favourite lines?
Static of love
Stand over by my side
Heaven it bumps
Heaven it grinds
Get over by my side”
He writes such romantic words.
Anyway, they are not on this version. And despite its more…deeper feel, it’s still heavenly.
The photo was taken from my bedroom window a few days ago. It just looked splendid.
“They’ll be coming” – not exactly the three little words most people will get filled with an overriding sense of joy and the HUGEST avalanche of relief from but…you know…I think we’ve established I’m not “most people”. Lol
But those words on Friday? That’s how they made me feel.
I wasn’t going to go into detail on Friday. I just wanted to put up my own three little words in response and have that be that. But, if any of you reading this is a regular visitor here – you have been witness to what complete and utter angst I have been going through these past months. Tying myself up in knots. Never being able to get past and move on. Having little niggles gnaw away at me constantly.
I have to say I have NEVER been so thankful for football, and more to the point, Scotland winning a match! And making it into the Euros.
I had been counting the days myself, for a completely different reason and thing. It took seven months. SEVEN MONTHS from “Jalopy” to the “Tartan Army”. Seven months that with each passing day, week, month just seemed to get progressively worse.
God knows I tried to brush it aside! But sometimes the more I tried, the worse it got. I honestly don’t need to explain. LOOK AT THE BLOG!
I already feel the little niggles creeping back. “But did he know it was me? I had changed my profile pic to one of me as a ten year old – so if he looks for visual clues for fans then mine wouldn’t have been obvious.” But then I think, “but who else is called LARELLE, you div?! He knew it was you. Stop being an idiot. JUST BE HAPPY.” And I allow the relief to fill me again.
Yep. It’s all very stupid and irrational, I know. But all I could see was him looking at me with that face in Copenhagen. And yes, “Jalopy” happened about a month after the gig. But as time moved on, I kept believing that the jalopy reply was a kind of “sign off”.
I genuinely cannot express enough the amount of relief I had on Friday. I almost couldn’t believe it happened. And then I kept waiting for it to disappear…like I had just dreamed it or imagined it. I just went to have a look again and – it’s still there. I didn’t just imagine it. It actually happened.
And I am so, so happy and relieved. But I still hope you stay around a bit more, Jim. Us fans, we all love you so much! You’ve read the book now. You know how much you mean to us all! Yes, okay, for quite a number it is all essentially about the music and its effects – but you are the man that helped to make it. All of the effect springs from you! And while you are reeling from having to remain grounded from there having been a ton of rescheduling and touring put on hold, we’re all missing it too as fans. But just a small booster. One little antidote to things is you just being around. That we can bounce off each other and keep each other all feeling upbeat and hopeful of things getting better.
I know there are whiney shits. Hell, I’m one of them! But I love knowing that you’re here and you’re with us and that you’re okay. So, please. Don’t be a stranger, Jim. And please talk if you can. To some of us in replies to comments. Or to all of us with a video message or something. We’d take any little morsels you’re willing to offer!
But, finally, personally…one last time. THANK YOU! I absolutely adore you. You know. I mean, geez, I used to say it – long before the book – that if you ever needed a boost to your ego and confidence, just come here. Look at my blog! Look how much you are loved and adored just by me alone.