June sees the 50th anniversary of the release of the Sgt Pepper LP and the It Was Fifty Years Ago Today documentary by Alan G Parker will be out to celebrate the fact. Visit the film website for details of showings and pre-orders are already available via Amazon UK for the DVD/Blu-Ray release in July.
This is the moment the regulars pop over to see who’s back and when they are playing, and to begin research on the artists we aren’t familiar with. May isn’t far away and logistics need working out.
IPO Liverpool is one of my favourite times of year, it’s right up there with Christmas. It means there’s a large amount of friends in the city and there’s a whole bunch of music to enjoy.
I am ducking out of the Saturday of the event this year, but I do have a note from my mum. This means I’ll miss seeing a few acts I would normally be there for. However the Minty and The Beeb Go Gigging Blog offers fabulous reports on the whole shebang every year.
Looking back over last year’s posts from the event, they ended up a little ramshackle as I tried to “live blog” events. I totally plan on trying this again! Apologies in advance for that! If you don’t know what I’m talking about, take a glance at the posts from May last year. I shall endeavour to be a little more detailed this year. I may even take notes.
Last night was spent making stuff and the first bits are up in my etsy shop.
Imagine necklaces are back in stock and I made a fab little music necklace featuring a circular charm with a little music note dangling in its centre. It was a bit foddly but I’m really pleased with the result and will be making more soon.
Original punk rock and roll band, B-Leaguers and original old-school punksters, Hooligan Crooners, are excited to announce the release of a split mini-album, ‘Tales From A Punk Rock Road Trip’ on March 31st (PWVA Records)
A collection of good, honest punk rock and roll songs, B-Leaguers (UK) and Hooligan Crooners (France and Holland) head out on the road together, at the end of March/early April for two profile UK dates.
Friday 31st March, the album’s official launch night, Mulberry Tavern, Sheffield
Saturday, 1st April, Punk & Disorderly Festival, Salisbury
Earlier this week I was trying to explain why I like to have as much of my music with me as possible on my mp3 player. The best analogy I could come up with was that it’s like medicine – you need the right medicine and dosage for different ailments – you don’t take indigestion pills for a headache for example. And at any given time during a day I could need something to help me celebrate being happy, something to calm me if I’m anxious, something the blast away a bad day etc… I realise that this may not be the case for everyone, but it works for me.
Anyway, that leads me to a blatant plug for Nordoff Robbins Music Therapy who really do use music to break down barriers and change people’s lives. Please follow the link to read about their amazing work and if you are so inclined you can make a donation too.
I’ve seen a couple of graphic novels telling the story of the Beatles. Some try and cram too much into a small book, others over egg the narrative with knowing references. This one concentrates on the story of the group up to the release of their first single. It’s by no means a comprehensive study of the period, but it does include lots of people who seem to be getting lost in the modern Beatle World. These include Allan Williams, Mona Best, Bob Wooler, Astrid, Klaus and Jurgen. Brian Epstein is included too, but he did have a whole graphic novel to himself not too long ago – it’s well worth seeking out by the way.
Back to the book in hand – well just recently put down to be accurate -I enjoyed reading it. It’s not earth-shattering, it’s not telling fans anything they didn’t know, but it is a good way to bring the story to a newer audience. Graphic novels are hugely popular, some even escape into mainstream shops like HMV so it’s a good medium to reach out in, and there is a growing library of rock and pop graphic biographies out there. I know that the author has been visiting schools with this one to promote students going into Arts based studies, and I can see how the story within can be used in that way.
I’m certain that you can sit and nit-pick over various bits of this book, but the story is carried out well and it’s a nice easy read. By that I mean it flowed well, not that it is too simplistic. You just need to turn off your mind, relax and remember it’s not something that’s necessarily aimed at the die-hards, it’s to entice and bewitch another generation with the tale of the early Beatles. The further reading is up to them.
The Beatles: All Our Yesterdays is published by Campfire Graphic Novels and retails at £12.99. If you happen to pop into The Beatles Shop in Liverpool all their current stock is signed by the author Jason Quinn.
Losing musicians affects me in different ways. Sometimes I can play the music in celebration of all that they were and other times I need to avoid hearing them for a little while as it makes me feel far too sad.
At the moment parts of my music collection are still laying low from 2016. I was just about beginning to listen to ELP again after losing Emerson when we lost Lake. I have become so emotionally attached to some of the tracks that hearing them becomes difficult when you realise the artist has gone.
I know it’s something that I will need to get used to, after all my tastes err towards classic rock and nobody is getting any younger but still it kind of hit me hard today as I was listening to one of my favourite tunes by a favourite living artist and I realised that the day I won’t be able to listen to it for a while is going to come along sooner rather than later. It’s not going to stop me listening or being a fan. I know that the feelings will pass. I could listen to Yes and appreciate the lovely bass work of Chris Squires again after a short while.
I thought delving back into Quo would take longer but a weekend of over indulging in the band in the company of a good friend pretty much sorted that.
So, for now, some of my music collection remains untouched until I can listen again without realising that I won’t be entertained by tweets by John Wetton when I’m online, that there’s a finite amount of things left to see the light of day. There’s no set time limit to when it becomes less sad, but the music always comes through in the end, because it’s all we need to remember.