Stumbling Along….

Had never seen this image of Jim backstage at Live Aid before. Thought it was worth sharing.

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The Lasting Legacy Of Live Aid?

There were some fantastic positives resulting from Live Aid. Largely that, a bunch of muso’s with giant, inflated egos could actually leave their egos and performance bills at the door and do something for the greater good – en masse. (A few exceptions, granted “buy my new single, Vive Le Rock” still remains a cringeworthy one.)

It was interesting seeing the look back and memories people had of the day. But has the actual reason and significance of the occasion been left behind?

One shining legacy IS that musicians more than anyone else in the arts and cultural stream these days seem eager to club together and raise awareness and money for certain causes. But has that eagerness diluted things? Has it diluted the importance of Live Aid itself and its reason for being?

A few people talked about the ticket price. “Wow! All those acts for £25? Amazing.” Well, actually, it should have been hundreds of quid when you think about it – esp. when you consider what the money was for and where it was going.

Another comment I saw said “such a wonderful day for freedom and peace”….? Eh? Either you had mixed up your concerts or ….

This is why I am pondering whether the reason behind Live Aid has been lost on a new generation. That, as us kids of the 80s look back, we are so in awe of the talent on display and of the music, we forget to pass on the reason it happened.

It’s still happening around the world – in truly apocalyptic and horrendous fashion. sustained and deliberate.

Where are the musicians clubbing together and pulling together like this for Yemen? Where innocent children are starving and dying daily? Not fashionable enough? Not considered urgent enough? Have you SEEN what is going on over there?!! Should I be daring to compare Ethiopia to Yemen?

Parents – I have one request. That every year when the anniversary for Live Aid comes around and you reminisce about a world in which a band of musicians in the first world could pull their resources to create the biggest charity event the world has ever seen to raise funds for possibly the worst famine the world has ever seen, that you remind your kids that the day was for THEM – the famine victims. Those in East Africa, suffering on a scale that, mercifully, your children are unlikely to experience.

Jim Kerr – In His Own Words – Record Mirror 1985

We’ve always had an Art School tag…I don’t even think there is an art school in Glasgow.

Jim Kerr, 1984 on Simple Minds

I do NOT believe for a single second he’d have said that! I mean, geez, the Glasgow School of Art is one of the city’s most famous buildings! They even played there in the early days as far as I am aware. If he said it, he was trying to be contrary and funny, which was obviously lost on the magazine! Lol

Also can I just say – the thing about him saying Chrissie being a friend – and more? Oh…I dream! Well, I dream JUST to be a friend. Geez! Just friendship would do. Anything else is beyond pie in the sky. “Friendship” is pie in the sky enough!

I took close up scans of the pics as well. Pretty sure the one of him holding the mic is one of Virginia’s.

I’m post some more as and when.

Visual Treats

Well, for me anyways. Quite a number of photos I hadn’t seen before in the pages of this little booklet.

I’m sharing most of the previously unseen (by me) photos within. A few of them have been around before but I just liked scanning them and having a perhaps better copy than I previously did.

I’ve tried to clean some of them up. The print quality of the booklet wasn’t the best so I’ll try to share good, clean scans of the photos.

For now though…

Minds Music Monday – 35 Years At Number One

Lol. Well, a slight exaggeration there. But it was on this day 35 years ago, that Simple Minds scored their (as til now) only U.S. Number 1 when Don’t You (Forget About Me) topped the charts there.

To celebrate at the time, Jim got drunk in France, ordering champangne for everyone in the hotel bar. And why not?

Anyway, happy chart-busting anniversary “La La La Song”. Here it is, planting the seed for the “Bongos On The Beach” tour that happened a few years after this performance on radio.

Jim Kerr – Da For Hire!

Muriel Gray interviews Jim “let me be your daddy” Kerr – the end to this interview shouldn’t have piqued my interest quite as much as it did….but what can I say. Gawd!

The stutter is still there quite pronounced. I just want to lick him!!!! OMG!

HELP ME!!!

I knew of him back then! I did NOT fancy him ONE JOT back then. Not in the frigging slightest. NOW LOOK AT ME! Lol

Anyone know a good psychiatrist? Lol.  I obviously need one.

You know who I was into then? Massively. Steve Waugh. Like…I watched hours and HOURS of cricket. HOURS! Luckily he was an all-rounder in the early days so it doubled my chance of seeing him.
Oh, but that’s another story…and a lifetime ago.

Why I Love…Oh Jungleland

Glasgow is now a city I am longing to live in. The first time I visited Glasgow was in November, 2016. I felt an instant affiliation with the place. It had been many years I had wanted to visit Scotland’s most populous city. My first (and subsequently ONLY one up until that point) visit to Scotland had been a 16 hour whirlwind visit to Edinburgh and, to be honest, Edinburgh really didn’t do much for me at the time, and so I had always wished to see Glasgow to compare and contrast.

Well, it only took me another 15 years to get to Glasgow! It was a “freebie”. I had auditioned and secured a place on quiz show Fifteen To One, so my trip was all expenses paid. I arrived on the evening of November 5th – Bonfire Night. I was up on the 11th floor of the Jurys Inn on Jamaica Street. I may not be a “kid called hope” and the only reason I was holding out my hand was to film the view of the Clyde from “this highrise land”. And I wasn’t seeing the Northern Lights, but I was seeing fireworks being fired off all over the south and east sides of the city. It was beautiful.

Obviously my soundtrack for that night WASN’T Oh Jungleland but Colours Fly And Catherine Wheel.

The first thing I did when I arrived in Glasgow was to get a cab to the Old Dumbarton Road and to Tantrum Doughnuts. I bought three of them to go so I could enjoy them once I got to the Jurys Inn. As I waited for the taxi to come and collect me and get me to the hotel, I was offered a cigarette by a very dishevelled (in all likelihood homeless) but kindly gent. “No, I’m sorry. I don’t smoke, but thanks for offering anyway.” Even a Weegie that hard on his luck would offer a complete stranger a cigarette. Was I a little scared? I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. That section of Old Dumbarton Road at that time was not exactly teeming with people and it was already dark and I was alone. Despite feeling a little vulnerable, I felt a huge sense of being welcomed.

Anyway…on to the song itself!

Uplifting from the get go with a fun little keyboard melody and a great guitar riff from Mr Burchill. Subtle yet perfect basslines from Mr Giblin and immaculate Gaynor drumbeat.

Only Jim could make a bleak and cold winter in Glasgow sound romantic “you’ve got the long nights” – put a parentheses of lines around it “you’ve got the love drugs” and “you got the heartbeat that spirals to heaven” and you have an irresistible romantic image of the city.

It has been a favourite Simple Minds song since I first heard it back in 1985. The only album I ever had of Simple Minds’ for many years was Once Upon A Time. I played the whole album regularly once I had it…but I never really kept up the momentum of being a Simple Minds fan. Never felt compelled to explore the back catalogue. Lost touch with them after a year or so after OUAT was released. Remember liking Belfast Child a few years later…but that was it.

Oh Jungleland to me is much more a homage to Glasgow as a whole. Waterfront concentrates more on the Clyde to me. Mr Kerr may tell me otherwise.

It’s uplifting and gives a sense of belonging. It feels like it says within the context of the lyrics…“This is my city. My people. It’s the city that made me.” The place has a beauty all its own. I see it every time I’m there. And that phrase…the city’s moto has never been a truer symbol of a city I have ver seen “people make Glasgow”. They do.

They place I grew up in is an area of south-western Sydney called Busby. On a street called Ayrshire Street. The family surname is McInnes (that’s the Scottish version of the spelling, either this or Mac). I have a mixture of Irish, English, German and Aborigine (the Scots blood is in my siblings – I should have actually been a Lawson, but took the McInnes name for convenience – well, more had it foisted on me). I can’t tell you what kind of annoying hell that was growing up – having the name Larelle – which NOBODY in Australia seems able to pronounce properly! – combine that with McInnes – then put Ayrshire Street, Busby into the mix and I DREADED being asked for my name and address over the phone! At least in person I could just ask for a pen and spell it all. Phone calls that I knew I needed to make where these questions would be asked became ritual “Larelle = L – A – R – E – double L – E. McInnes = M – C – I – double N – E – S. Fifteen – ONE FIVE Aryshire Street: A – Y – R – S – H – I – R – E street. Busby = B – U – S – B – Y. I DO NOT miss those days! And, yes, I still do have to do spelling of my name and address, but now in the days of the Internet, not so much. Phew!

Back then I would have NEVER foreseen the notion that one day I would be moving to Scotland. It was never really something on my radar. There was always more of an allure to the UK, culturally. The music in particular. I think I would have described myself as (erroneously) as an Anglophile. But I suppose the pull was stronger to England, initially. But the pull to Scotland gained more force. And over the past 10 years became a pipe dream of getting out of England and moving to. But it never seemed something remotely tangible until about 12 months ago.

So soon, somewhere in Scotland will be home. And with any luck, “Oh Jungleland” will be the place I call “home sweet home” – or as a little plaque I saw in the market stalls in Merchant City on my most recent trip up had said “Hame Sweet Hame”. I was SO tempted to buy it, but I didn’t. Hopefully the market seller will be there in several months time when there is a wall to hang the plaque on.

And that is a rather personal account of why I love Oh Jungleland.

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10 Years Ago – No Regrets?

Well, you’re not meant to have any regrets in life. And of course, I did try to get “into” SM fully in 2006…but here I am in 2009 professing my love for OUAT and well, if only I tried building on that again.

I’d have been around for the release of Graffiti Soul and Lostboy! and for the 5×5 tour and OMG! Just…

But a wise friend told me not to think on what I have missed, but what I had experienced since actually becoming the SM fan I am now. I mean…just yesterday…fulfilling the dream of taking the first step in learning to play the drums…and look who my teacher is?! Wow! Amazing!

So…no regrets, eh? Oh…but I’m still wishing for that TARDIS, at least to take me back to experience just ONE 5×5 gig!