Something for Kerrsday. Sexiest Dick Whittington there (n)ever was! And I double checked with her – Virginia is adamant she didn’t notice his bum in the mirror when she took the photo. Lol
It’s now 4 years since this happened and I know Jim will be utterly bloody bored with it, so I’ll just keep the memory here on the blog.
This anniversary I find myself back in Oz, so this year feels just a little more special, yet painfully sad.
Kyoto might well still be in snow, but most of the Eastern seaboard of Australia, as well as parts of Adelaide and Perth, have been aflame this summer.
Again for most of the outer suburbs of Sydney, up to Newcastle, and down to the south coast, past Wollongong (where regional coastal towns are on high alert as fires threaten to ravage the area again, having only just gone through the devastation just 72 hours ago) and into country areas of New South Wales, temps are set to be a minimum of 40 degrees Celsius – with the average being 44 tomorrrow.
After Saturday’s extremes, the temp. drops away and falls by 20+ degrees for a high of 25 in Sydney on Sunday and 22 on Monday.
Four years ago, the weather was unusually cool for the time of year – 21 degrees and drizzle. A rare overcast and rainy day.
Well the days I’ve had here I’ve hardly seen the sun but for vastly different reasons.
Also this time four years ago, I was spending – what I feared would turn out to be – my final months with mum.
And so I say it time and again, my Hunter And The Hunted piece will forever be the most special thing to me. I don’t know how much I can express all that is wrapped up in it.
The significance of the song… it really is just about the finest thing Simple Minds ever produced – and as a consequence how enamoured I am with Jim. He is just beautiful… the lyrics to the song and just him… body and mind. Intelligence. Beauty.
And I still feel that my piece on it compliments the beauty of the song.
And there’s mum and those precious final months with her. I never wanted those months to be the final ones😔💔
I knew time was running out.
This silly mind is still waiting for us to travel to Busby to go and see her… wondering why we haven’t been yet. Pulling into Liverpool Station on the train and not getting off the train there feels really wrong.
The anniversary will be more special every year.
Jim, thank you. I will love you always for this. 💕😚
Can’t say I can’t agree with how it has been written. We sing from the same hymn sheet you and I, Mr Gittins.
The uber talented Ged Grimes had, very recently, not only been making music and playing with Simple Minds, but he had been busily composing music for a “video” game (in this day and age, do we still call them “video” games?) called The Bard’s Tale.
Sarah Brown interviewed (quizzed?) Ged on this event to do with it, as part of Celtic Connections.
It’s at the Royal Concert Hall in Glasgow on January 31st, 2019. Now…it just so happens that John Grant is playing in Glasgow the following night as part of Celtic Connections…and I already have a ticket, so I am thinking perhaps I should go up a day earlier and experience The Bard’s Tale live?
I’ve never been a big gamer and I can’t claim to be into The Bard’s Tale…but I have liked what I’ve heard of the music and it would certainly be an interesting experience to see it performed live…esp. as it sounds like it could be quite an interactive experience. I’ve got to say, I’m intrigued, and interested.
I will let Ged explain more (with the help of Ms Brown). Click here for ticketing details…
UPDATE: Ticket booked. Going! 👍🏻
There isn’t much to it, really. A review of a Barras gig from Adam Sweeting, then a short one page interview about Sparkle In The Rain.
On the back page was an ad for the Narara festival. There are two previously unseen (by me at least!) pics of Jim within the spread, which I scanned closeups of.
The closeup pics have been filtered to try and produce optimum picture quality. Photographers are: Tasso Taraboulsi, and Mark Green (Jim closeup).
Looking at eBay, I noticed this fanzine for sale (at a ridiculous price! Considering what most fanzines are like, and how they were produced). I could see that they were gracious enough to show what was inside with some low res pics (of an already poor quality printed magazine. Rare…but I would not pay £50 for it myself). It dates from January 1979. Probably just about one of their first interviews, I would think.
I can only read certain bits of the content. The questions being asked are quite personal and…probing. This one had me in stitches!
Interviewer: “It’s always struck me that your hand is near your penis a lot, as though you were wanking on stage – I don’t know if you’re noticed it…”
Jim: “That’s the first time anyone’s said that, but the band have mentioned it too, they’ve been having me on…no, I don’t wear particularly tight trousers or anything like that. I can honestly say I don’t think much about that at all. If I see a nice bird in the audience, perhaps…”
Lol. Such direct questioning! If one can deem that a question, rather than a pondering. 🤔🤔🤔
I am now quite a regular listener to Billy Sloan’s show each week on BBC Radio Scotland. This week was a fascinating show, with him asking the big names of music, sport and politics what their favourite gig of all time was.
At the 1 hour, 36 minute mark, you can hear Sir’s choice…won’t spoil it for you…but there is that little undercurrent of PURE FILTH attached to it. Lol (Only just alluding to something Charlie said about the title of this song, once…those dirty, DIRTY boys…I heartily approve!). He even uses the word “ogled” at one point…hmmm. I think I can hear something akin to Hunter And The Hunted now…”The Ogler And The Ogled” – seeing through the eyes of love (as opposed to hate) OH, JIM!
THEN…right towards the end of the show, we hear Sharleen Spiteri talk of her favourite gig:
SIMPLE MINDS AT TIFFANY’S IN 1981! OMG! THE ENVY! THE SHEER RAGING JEALOUSY! YOU LUCKY, LUCKY COW, SHARLEEN!!! You can hear about her “gig of gigs” from the 2 hour, 47 minute mark.
Click the image of Billy below to listen to the show. Hopefully it’ll be listenable to those overseas as well. I may extract those two bits from the show to keep for good, as the “listen again” option is usually only available for 30 days.
I don’t think this interview could start with a more delicious mental image…
Michael Jackson’s pubes, more like! Hiding under an alias as you OBVIOUSLY have no taste! Two of the best songs of 1983…and I say this NOT as the Minds fan I am today…but as that 13 year old back in Oz who heard the song on the radio, conjured up such stark imagery with it, and thought it was one of the best things I’d ever heard. Genuinely…the first Simple Minds song I remember really being caught by.
I wasn’t aware of PiL at the time…but This Is Not A Love Song…the right version…is ‘king awesome!
The year started well. I was in Australia. I was with my mum. The weather was unseasonably cool. And then I created a little piece of fan art that blew my socks off! I had been doing these little pieces of “art”, just little highlights to Simple Minds song lyrics that particularly struck a chord for one reason or another, or I thought could look really good if I applied a visual interpretation to them.
Just a few days into January, I created the work below. I took a beautiful painting of a Kyoto snow scene (artist unknown to me. I had just Googled “Kyoto in the snow” and that image seemed the most fitting) and blended it with a picture of Jim from the cover of Melody Maker of him standing (but bent forward) side profile in front of a Canadian flag. Okay, that bit bugged me, that what I would be using was a Canadian maple leaf rather than a Japanese maple leaf…but I had NO faith in my skills as a…”visual artist” to create any of it truly from scratch. But what I saw in my mind’s eye was pretty damn close to what I achieved.
I posted it on the visitor wall, and it was overlooked. Perhaps because the first time I posted it, I just linked to (what was then) my Tumblr blog. I was so proud of how it came out, I really wanted Jim to see it. Two days passed and nothing happened. I expressed my disappointment to my friend, Moonie. She said “post it again”. “Just put it up there again. Keep posting it until Jim sees it!”
And so (with a little bravado!) it went up again on what was the Monday night/Tuesday morning in Oz. When I awoke the next morning, I turned on my iPad and was bombarded with private messages and notifications. I can’t remember the figure now…30s…40s? A lot! Lol. PMs saying, “LARELLE! Wake up! Go to the Simple Minds page!!”, and me half asleep still thinking, “Why? What’s gone on? What have I done now?” Lol. (In amongst those notifications were likes and post notices from SMO.) And when I get there…my heart pounding in my chest a million beats per minute…this is what I see!
I never expected THAT. I just hoped he’d like it, or even just leave a comment to say he did. What he did went far beyond that for me and it will remain one of the most amazing things ever.
A few days later, it was David Bowie’s birthday, and as he had done with his previous release two years earlier, he released a new album, Blackstar. To say I was excited was an understatement. I listened to it on Spotify on the night it was released. It was a winner for me, with a couple of exceptions. Of course, I had to ask Jim his thoughts on it. He was gracious and wordy in his reply. Again, not something I expected but immensely appreciated, especially given the gravity of what was about to happen.
My days of joy at this glorious start of the year came hurtling down with a crash upon the news of David Bowie’s death less than 48 hours later. I don’t think I had ever cried over the death of someone “famous” before. Well, that is not entirely true. I cried over the death of Elvis…not because Elvis had died, per se, but because my sister was upset and I thought my mum was going to be upset when she heard. I cried at the news of John Lennon’s death. Again, not so much because he had died, but because of the outpouring of grief from fans. And the same happened when Diana died.
But with David…it was so different! I cried because he was MY David. I never knew him personally, but I knew him through his music and I loved him. Not in a way that meant I was “in love” with him, or infatuated with him…but a love for what he stood for, what his music meant to me, how important he was in my life. I had lost my brother just a little over 12 months prior. His name was David also. When Bowie went, another of my David’s was taken away.
Oh, and how much more did I appreciate Jim taking the time to reply to me with his Blackstar review.
Song of the month has to go to David Bowie…