The Obscurer

Month: September, 2006

Outstanding

Paul never wrote a blog – I’m not sure he knew what one was, and I never told him about this thing – but if he had done I think you would have liked it. I suppose the nearest he got to it was writing an album review of Kenny Thomas’ The Best on Amazon a few years ago.

It was a somewhat tongue-in-cheek review; Mr Thomas blighted an otherwise merely shit night for everyone in Stockport’s legendary Coco Savannah Night Club a good few years ago when he appeared on stage unadvertised to sing three tunes, one of which was merely a reprise of his first song. Now called Heaven And Hell, Coco’s is but a stone’s throw from where Paul chose to take his life.

Anyway, I loved Paul’s review, so here it is in its entirety, and for posterity. Just see what you make of it, and see what we are all missing.

What KT Did

This Best Of compilation serves as a timely reminder to fans of why Kenny was such a musical force and gives non-devotees a chance to sample his gloriously soulful vocal talents.

Of the 16 tracks here only 11 sound the same and KT still manages to infuse each one with passion, wit and meaning ( and dare I suggest magic as well? ) He is by turns smooth balladeer, playful seducter and even raucous groove-meister.

“Tender Love” sees our Kenny at his most visionary. I wonder just how many couples have fallen in or out of love to this haunting number? I’m sure I’m not the only one for whom this song holds precious memories. Kenny’s touching delivery will always remind me of that special weekend in Runcorn.

In the hands of a lesser talent ( Michael Bolton, Marvin Gaye etc ) “Trippin’ on your love” could be bland and forgettable drivel but Kenny lifts the song (and our spirits) with his stirring performance. As my parents generation used to say he truly does have “the groove” going on.

KT answers any suggestion that his sound is nothing more than watered down imagination-free pap with the sublime “Stay”, the delightful “Best of You” and the club party within a song that is “De Grooveski”.

All this plus the opening track- “Outstanding”- the hit that first brought KT to the attention of a grateful public. How many superlatives can be hurled at this great number?Any description I could think of would barely do it justice – suffice it to say it simply remains the glittering crown in Kenny’s family jewels, the creme de menthe of his blistering career.

I urge everyone to buy this CD or one quite like it. Let’s hope “Best Of” returns Kenny Thomas to the forefront of pop/soul/disco/karaoke – where he rightly belongs.

Here’s looking at you, our kid.

Logic Of A Friend

You may not have noticed, but when I’m not picking shit puns, I often name my blog posts after song titles, or lyrics. This post, for example, is named after a track by Badly Drawn Boy, from an album that has gained new meaning for me over the past week.

The title of my previous post was also derived from a song lyric; in that case a line from the track At The Zoo, by Simon and Garfunkel. My fondest memory connected with the song is of listening to it in the car while driving my mate Paul back home many years ago. If you know the track you will be aware of the instrumental part in the middle, between the two verses, which culminates in a series of handclaps. As we drove down Claremont Road in Cheadle Hulme, at the required moment and unrehearsed, we simultaneously joined in with the claps, a tricky-ish manoeuvre when driving and approaching a road junction; but as we agreed, it was just one of those things you had to do.

Fond memories, however, are now all I have left. A week ago yesterday, for reasons I will never truly fathom, Paul made one final tortuous journey to the middle of Stockport viaduct, and jumped. It’s a big drop, and I don’t know if anyone has survived the fall before; what I do know is that Paul didn’t. And further words are hard to come by.

I hope he is at some sort of peace now.

To live in the hearts of those that you loved
Is not to die.

Pigeons Plot In Secrecy

I don’t know about you, but this whole Tony Blair succession thing has been a right fucking yawn. Whatever the political correspondents may say this is hardly 1990, when Michael Heseltine broke cover to drag Margaret Thatcher down the steps and out of 10 Downing Street while she kicked and bit the whole way. This time around Blair has openly stated that he is going soon and we are pretty sure we know who will replace him as PM; what we don’t know is exactly when this will all take place, but does it really matter?

However, Charles Clarke’s interventions have made the whole situation far more entertaining. Attacking Gordon Brown in the Evening Standard he stated that Brown’s recent behaviour had been “absolutely stupid”; that he could have stopped the recent infighting “with a click of his fingers”, that he must “prove his fitness” to lead and that there are “little incidences like the grin in the car (when leaving after a chat with Blair to discuss the handover) that build up a terrible picture” of Brown.

I think personally that we have reached a pretty sad state of affairs when someone can get criticised for smiling, while I haven’t exactly noticed Blair slapping down his supporters for criticising Brown recently; and if Clarke really is so appalled by political plotting, what does he think it looks like when he runs to the Standard and then the Telegraph to launch attacks on Brown (after he promised, promised, whilst slagging of the knobbish John Reid a few months back, that he would retire from public life after the World Cup)?

It all reminds me less of the Heseltine-Thatcher squabble, which amounted to open warfare, than the guerrilla-like campaign that surrounded Michael Portillo when he ran for the Tory leadership in 2001. At the time the papers were full of accusations that Portillo was a ruthless and malevolent schemer who would spin and dissemble, who would stand aloof while he released his attack dogs to savage any opposition, who would trample on anyone who got in his way. I thought at the time that it was curious that for someone who was supposedly such a master of the dark arts we only saw negative portrayals of him in the press, while his opponents, Ken Clark and Iain Duncan Smith, went about unscathed. Either the press ignored Portillo’s efforts, or they weren’t effective, or in fact he was the subject rather than the originator of a smear campaign.

Similarly, listening to a phone-in yesterday on Five Live, the majority of the listeners subscribed to the view of Brown as a shifty and bitter malcontent disloyally plotting Blair’s downfall. As Brown hasn’t openly acted in any such manner you can only imagine people have come to this opinion from reading the papers; but is this because Brown has actually been plotting, or is it because, as with Portillo, he is in fact the victim of an insidious and effective propaganda campaign; contrariwise?

I’m not seeking to defend Gordon Brown here, I don’t really know what he is up to and I care less; I don’t give a shit about such Westminster Village bollocks. He may well be plotting and spinning day and night for all I know; but I can’t help thinking that surely the best schemer is the one you don’t think is scheming, who appears to be genuinely above it all? And with that in mind, lest we forget that however many faults Tony Blair can lay claim to (and oh, let me count the ways), he has proven time and again that he is the consummate politician, without peer.

MeTube

A good few months ago I wrote about YouTube, imagining that I was in the vanguard in spreading the word about a fantastic new service on t’web. Today, of course, there can’t be anyone out there who doesn’t know about and use YouTube, whether to share their own home videos, to view illegal content, or to publicise their latest happy-slap.

I do enjoy making my own videos and sharing them with my friends, but I think it is the illegal content bit I like the most; nothing especially dodgy, just stuff like old music videos and the like. I was amazed when I saw people posting about archive Howlin’ Wolf performances hosted on YouTube, and if they can find a home there then it makes me wonder where it will all end. As with Wikipedia, where it appears there is no subject too obscure for someone, somewhere to have created an entry, so in the fullness of time could just about every notable event ever filmed end up on YouTube (albeit buried alongside all manner of crap; but that is the way of the web)? Perhaps one day someone will post the moment on Children In Need in (I think) 1990 when my college mate Simon is supposed to have burst on stage and hugged Terry Wogan just as he was about to announce the final total. I’ve never seen the clip – that is if it happened and Simon wasn’t bullshitting, which he did have a habit of doing – and I’d love to.

With the deluge of content on YouTube, however, there is a definite benefit in having a minority taste. If you are a fan of Madonna, for example, you are buggered; 9242 clips to trawl through at the last count in the hope of finding a gem. A preference for Throwing Muses, however, means you just have 91 videos to weed out; and I have, watching loads of old promos and interviews I missed first time around.

Which reminds me; a few years back a mate and I were chatting about what we would like to do other than our current jobs. I mentioned running a bookshop, or perhaps a record shop; at which point Paul spat out his beer and creased up laughing.

“What? A record shop devoted exclusively to Throwing Muses and The Boo Radleys,” he said, those being my two favourite bands at the time (and still two of my favourites today), “I can’t see that being a commercial success”.

Perhaps not, but that doesn’t make the concept in itself wrong. So just in case I am made Music Dictator anytime soon, here is what you need to be prepared for. Don’t worry though; they are both very short tracks.

Throwing Muses: Juno

https://youtube.com/watch?v=GUvxOvkkfmQ%26rel%3D1

The Boo Radleys: Lazy Day

https://youtube.com/watch?v=0BVpUAMOStc%26rel%3D1