Today we got a letter from the Cornwall Council informing us that there has been a noise complaint. That fellow is not giving up. We are only recording two or three days a week, never after 10PM and he could have come and addressed it with us if it was an ongoing issue. But no, first a dodgy scribbled note, then he called Dare “wanker” one day as he left the studio. He has also talked to Dare about it once but now this. The studio has been here for 19 years and never had a complaint before. We’d be willing to address his problem if he could show us how and when he is being disturbed and to what extent but I think he wants trouble, he’s not being smashed by out of control noise 24/7.
We were in the studio today anyway working on guitars on sessioneer Ahad’s album, all the bass is done. Although we will be trying out double bass on a track (not played by me). So today I was playing so many different guitars for this track, Rick 6, Rick 12, Strat, I tried out the Tele and the Jazzmaster. I tried the bouzouki out too but not sure that’s going to work. It’s a palette of colours, each colour a different sound, guitars sound so different to each other, even if they are the same type of guitar. It’s disconcerting knowing that there’s someone getting angry outside the window but Dare is going to be in touch with the council and see if we can sort this out.
Otherwise today standing in Causeway Head looking lost and definitely not wearing a mask in case somebody didn’t recognise him was the Tory politician Sir John Redwood. He’s a bit slimy, MP for Wokingham, served in the cabinet of Doctor Caligari. Tried and failed for Tory leadership twice without a mask. Millionaire Brexiteer, head of Thatcher’s policy unit, knighted without a mask. As Welsh Secretary was seen embarrassingly miming to the Welsh national anthem when he didn’t know the words and was pretending he did, should have worn a mask. On Public Image, this from Wikipedia:
He has often been compared to a Vulcan, a comparison due to his physical appearance and intonation, a preference for making arguments with logic over passion and a perception for being cold and humourless.
One minute later there was a lad walking up Causeway Head with a Brian Jonestown Massacre T-shirt on. Sir John saw the shirt, ran over to the young lad and immediately started talking to him about which phase of the band he preferred. The lad listened for a moment and said, “I’m sorry, I don’t talk to Vulcans that aren’t wearing masks and what happened to your ears? Have you had them surgically altered so you look more like a human?”.
As Olivia and I have finished the Star Trek Original Series we started watching Humans over dinner. It seems like a popular idea – hot robot women making women feel not hot, no ugly robots available at the shops. It’s similar to the Russian series we watched, Better Than Us. The bots have become such a part of society that some fear they will take over especially as they start to acquire real feelings. My feelings are that these shows always paint such a sorry picture of society, a comfortable dystopia, cynical disillusioned teenage kids in the family, a naive sweet younger sister, parents who are too busy to share any time together but damn they always live in lovely houses. To connect this to music, and some of you won’t know the terminology, these days we have these things called ‘plugins’ which digitally emulate all the greatest effects and sounds of history – and some. The problem with them is that they are like having sex with a very good looking robot, get it?
We added the recently purchased lava lamp to the collection today by plugging it in, we now have 23. If we ever did have that space, you know the one where the records, the books, the guitars and the lava lamps live…you know the place, the In Deep Music Archive, the loveliest, most atmospheric, comfortable and friendly music community centre in the world with a crèche upstairs, language and music courses available, poetry and music nights on the stage in the back and everyone who isn’t a liar or a troublemaker is welcome, even the robots.
Music today is, of course, all Peter Green although one week ago today I posted about British sixties Blues bands including the first Fleetwood Mac album and the Song Of The Day was Oh Well recorded live in 1969. If you followed Peter Green out of Fleetwood Mac you’ll know about the trauma, the acid incident in Germany and the homelessness. Suffering from mental issues for many years he was finally diagnosed with schizophrenia. Nobody will be talking about the solo albums in the coming days because nothing compares to his heyday. So here’s a brief look at what happened after Fleetwood Mac.
He made The End Of The Game (1970) a month after leaving Fleetwood Mac. It’s jams, and although it lacks structure, it’s most of what I want from an album, that is ideas, free form exploration and unbridled passion. It doesn’t always have to be songs even if Peter Green was so good as a songwriter and as a singer, just hearing him noodle around on the guitar with his friends is fine by me. The other musicians are Zoot Money, legendary sixties keyboardist extraordinaire, who played with many bands from Kevin Ayers and Kevin Coyne to Alexis Corner and Eric Burdon and his own Big Roll Band. The bassist was Alex Dmochowski who played with Heavy Jelly, Aynsley Dunbar and Frank Zappa. Drummer Godfrey Maclean might have had a spell with Brian Auger (who has no Wikipedia links to any of his records, go figure?) and Nick Buck who played with Hot Tuna also on keyboards. The album is all instrumental but the CD version has four extra tracks, including Beasts Of Burden (not the Stones’ song), which Green sings. Probably considered not the greatest album by Peter Green or anybody but I love these rambling albums of that era.
His second solo album In The Skies didn’t arrive until 1979 and it’s as different to his first album as his first is to Fleetwood Mac. You can imagine people saying it’s lovely to hear his voice and guitar after nine long years although the first two tracks have Snowy White on lead guitar very much in the style of Peter Green. It’s not until A Fool No More that Green plays the solos. The album has old friend Peter Bardens on keyboards and Robin Trower’s drummer Reg Isidore with session bassist Kuma Harada. Maclean is back for a track on the drums. It’s a tentative return in a period when the music world was obsessed with Punk and New Wave and it must have sounded out of context in that climate but it has its moments, little too much bongos for my taste.
On Little Dreamer (1980) the songs are written by Green’s brother Mike. It’s very middle of the road, Chris Rea territory, it doesn’t have the raw emotion of those classic Fleetwood Mac sixties tracks but there was a lot that happened between then and now. Dave Mattacks from Fairport Convention plays drums. It’s dated by that fretless bass on the last track whereas with the amazing stuff from the sixties, the word dated doesn’t come to mind. Essence doesn’t date.
Whatcha Gonna Do? (1981) was the third album in three years. It seems that he was enjoying himself and growing in confidence but the albums stay firmly in the middle of the road genre and he doesn’t seem to know it. Mattacks returns on drums with session bass player Mo Foster. Horrible sax from Jeff Daly on the second track, The Promised Land, but again it’s the era. If this record was made in the sixties or even the seventies it would be so much better. We were entering in that sonic low period in music, unfortunately the time when Green decided to reappear. What happened to the Blues? How did it get taken over by well-cut suits (thanks Eric) and engineer-producers calling the sonic shots. There’s no edge, there’s only smooth well-dressed guitars, polished with expensive cloths, recorded in studios that look more like spas than places of creativity. Ideas don’t spring from manicured furniture and in-house catering. All the last three albums are produced by Peter Vernon-Kell but who is he? PVK was a late seventies record label that managed to have no success at all with anything, picking dodgy middle of the road acts with commercial aspirations for their stable. One of their artists, The Singing Postman, had a single called Fertilizing Lisa. So, one wonders if with his comeback if Peter Green got in with the wrong crowd, yes he did.
White Sky came in 1982 after he had escaped from Peter Vernon-Kell and PVK. Reg Isidore is back on drums and it’s definitely better but it’s music for the supper clubs. It didn’t have to be this way but then working with Green’s mental health issues might have made it hard and the fact that he was in there doing it at all was something. Better sounds on this record, it doesn’t sound like it’s produced by someone with expensive socks.
Kolors (1983) is the last of this run of albums. Later, after another hiatus, he formed Peter Green’s Splinter Group and he made a lot of records between 1997 and 2003, none of which I’ve heard. It seems he stopped recording his own records around then. He has made lots of guest appearances over the years. He died yesterday aged 73. RIP Peter Green, condolences to friends and family.
Song Of The Day is Supernatural by John Mayall’s Blues Breakers featuring Peter Green on guitar from the album A Hard Road, released in 1967.
Black Magic Woman by Fleetwood Mac with Peter Green and Danny Kirwan live at Boston Tea Party 1970:
Oh Well by Fleetwood Mac with Peter Green, Danny Kirwan and Jeremy Spencer. Live in 1969 on Monster Mash and introduced by Alan Price and his Geordie accent:
Man Of The World by Fleetwood Mac with Peter Green, Danny Kirwan and Jeremy Spencer live on Beat Club in Germany 1969:
When Peter Green gave up the music biz in the seventies he decided that his famous ’59 Gibson Les Paul should go to a good home and he chose the late Gary Moore as the place where the instrument would be properly appreciated. (It eventually found its way into the hands of Kirk Hammett from Metallica who bought it for around a million dollars.)
In 1995 Moore released an album called Blues For Greeny and as a tribute to his hero he exclusively used that ’59 Les Paul on the album. This is a live concert version at the Shepherd’s Bush Empire in the year the album was released: