Mr Before And After

In January last year I went and visited Virginia Turbett so I could take a proper and extensive view of her archive of Simple Minds images. She has something like 1000 images or more of the band so you can imagine what total fangirl heaven I was in just even TRYING to view over 1000 images in just a few hours.

One of the vintage prints she had there that I fell in love with was this one below of Jim. As you can see he had just had his make up done, ready for the gig that night in Edinburgh at the Odeon on August 28th, 1981.

In November last year, I visited Virginia again and noticed in the contact sheets that there was a “before” shot of Jim – well, technically a “during”, I guess. There was one of him having his make up applied. I have been wanting a copy of it ever since so I could display them side by side.

FINALLY I received the other photo today (see below). I don’t think I will ever stop seeing this man as the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life.

I have them both on temporary display in a frame together but they are different sizes. The vintage print (the “after”) is 10 x 8 inches but “the before” is A4 size. At some point soon I’ll put them in seperate, dedicated frames and display them properly.

But for now…I am “made up”! Oh, Mr Kerr. You are beautiful.

And if you want to check out some of the other prints Virginia has (a very small selection of what is in her archive…just of SM alone, let alone the plethora of other bands and artists she’s photographed!) see www.virginiaturbett.com

Farewell, My Lovely…

She is scanned, packaged and ready to go…to travel across to the US of A tomorrow.

Of course there’s a tinge of sadness…more than a tinge, in all honesty…but it helped to raise more money than I ever dare dream of for Race For Life this year.

Will I ever raise that much again? Who knows?

Hey…it really is such a small sacrifice. Other people give up SO MUCH to help others and make a difference…I basically just went for a walk and gave up a prized possession. No biggy.

Onwards and upwards!

P.S. I wonder where Jim keeps his copy…

Make Me A Mural

Wouldn’t it be awesome if he – and Charlie too…perhaps on a different building…had a mural in honour.

If it’s good enough for Alex Harvey, Charles Rennie Mackintosh and Billy Connolly…

Race For Life Fundraising Target Met!

Today my £250 target was met, so…this means the Somebody Up There Likes You/Waterfront print will be given away. On Jim’s birthday, I will Facebook Live the drawing of the winner from the list of names of the £10+ donors.

To all the donors so far, thank you! I am so happy to have met the target. I am still happy to accept donations though, of course.

Race day is Sunday and the Just Giving page linked to my Race For Life will be accepting donations up to July 20th, so if you’d like to donate, you still can.

And those that donate £10+ up til 23.59 BST on Sunday, July 7th, will go into the draw for the signed print.

Wish me luck for Sunday, guys!

A Walkman?

I never had one. Not a genuine Sony Walkman anyway. And when I finally got a generic “portable cassette player” I just used it at home, for listening to music on the quiet.

I never really went anywhere much. There was no need for me to want to listen to music “on the go”. Where the hell was I going? I never went anywhere! And for me, music was a private listening experience to be enjoyed at home, not while travelling out and about. Music getting polluted by external noises. Traffic, people talking, dogs barking. All noise and chaos disturbing the music.

And I hated the sound of cassettes. I much preferred vinyl. And playing music LOUD!

I was that lonely teen girl. No friends. No boyfriend. When I got my own music equipment, it was hi-fi equipment for my bedroom.

So, Jim talks about listening to Autobahn on German freeways and hearing “Heroes” by the Berlin Wall. Well I was in my bedroom, going nowhere, listening to Low. “You’re just a little girl with grey eyes…deep in your room / you never leave your room”.

History is beginning to repeat itself. No passport. No money…guess where I am right now?

But the thing that allowed me to travel. My escape…was the music itself. I might have been in my bedroom listening…but in a way, I was in Berlin too. At Hansa Studios, eavesdropping in on Bowie and Iggy singing What In The World.

I could travel anywhere from the comfort of my bedroom just using my ears and my imagination…