Radio Show – Sixties Psychedelia – The MP3 of the show

Well – fame at last!!! Our Psychedelic Radio show has just been taken up and broadcast three times!!!
Hollywood beckons!!!
Unfortunately you probably have to be in intensive care to hear it!! Our show went out in Hull and East Riding hospitals.
I thought I’d put it out again for all of you who are not in intensive care in Hull and Yorkshire!
We had great fun putting it together.

If you want to hear the radio show you have to click on the ‘View Original show’ button!

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Jackson D

I’m getting more jealous by the minute. Jackson D – a psychedelic Johnny Cash with a mean vibe – is superb as well!! And I missed him!

The Dark Secrets

Looks brilliant – If our car hadn’t been knackered we would have been there! Geof’s a great guitarist! Good psychedelic sounds.

Anecdote – Hyde Park free concerts in the sixties

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Hyde Park free concerts in the sixties

It was Blackhill Enterprises who organised the free concerts in the park. Pete Jenner was an instigator. Pete had been involved with ‘happenings’ like the Pink Floyd thing – ‘Games for May’. The sixties were full of it. There was an anti-capitalist theme. The music was part of the community, for the community and of the community. This was the sixties underground. It was the culture that we shared with the San Francisco scene with their ‘Human Be-ins’ and free concerts in Golden Gate Park. This really was the gathering of the tribes to party and meet up.

There was no exploitation in it. It had no ulterior motive. It was fun in the park.

I went to them from the very beginning. They were small affairs. Roy Harper would play and compere. Bands like Pink Floyd, Edgar Broughton, the Deviants, Pink Fairies and Battered Ornaments would play.

We sat around in the sun. Met new friends, shared everything and there was a great atmosphere.

Word soon travelled around. Soon they were gaining in popularity. Instead of a couple of hundred there were hundreds. The atmosphere started to change. The scene had too many pretend hippies who diluted the vibe.

They changed from being small gathering of like-minded people to huge crowds. By the end with the Stones and Blind Faith they were enormous oceans of humanity. I couldn’t get near the stage and Roy Harper was not even allowed on.

The vibe had gone. I preferred it when it was little.

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Blues Muse – Publisher puts the project on hold

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Unfortunately things have not been going well for Helter Skelter publishing. They have stopped taking on new projects so Blues Muse has not got a home.

I was told things may improve later in the year but for now I am still looking for a home for an orphan book. Failing that a Literary Agent with a bit of vision.

Difficult times for a writer.

We persevere.

Opher’s World Roll of Rock honours

Opher’s World Roll of Rock honours

Well it seems that every day another luminary bites the dust.

I thought it about time to do a list of all the great Rockers who are no longer with us. I use the term Rocker in its widest possible context. These are the guys I’ve loved. If I didn’t like them they don’t feature.

They don’t have to be good. They merely have to have impacted on me at some time in my life.

They are not in any order and I’ve probably repeated or missed out lots. Just let me know who and I’ll put them in.

 

Opher’s Roll of Rock Honours

 

Jimi Hendrix

John Lennon

Brian Jones

Elvis Presley

Bo Diddley

Duster Bennett

Jim Morrison

Paul Kantner

Lou Reed

Buddy Holly

George Harrison

Muddy Waters

Son House

Hank Williams

Robert Johnson

Jackson C Frank

Tommy Tucker

Slim Harpo

Eddie Cochran

Gene Vincent

Esquirita

Otis Redding

Bessie Smith

John Cipollina

Junior Kimbrough

Jimmy Reed

Bo Carter

Bert Jansch

John Renbourn

Keith Emmerson

David Bowie

Ian Dury

Syd Barrett

Nick Drake

Phil Ochs

Woody Guthrie

Don Van Vliet

Rick Wright

Jack Bruce

Keith Moon

Paul Kossof

Keith Relf

Ronnie Lane

Joe Strummer

Pete Seeger

John Peel

Johnny Thunders

Joey Ramone

Nico

Albert King

Kokomo Arnold

Alexis Korner

Graham Bond

Elmore James

Ray Manzarek

Willie Dixon

Johnny Kidd

Sonny Burgess

Billy Lee Riley

Etta James

Hound Dog Taylor

Big Mama Thornton

Screaming Jay Hawkins

Sandy Denny

Janis Joplin

John Lee Hooker

Billy Boy Arnold

Memphis Minnie

Carl Perkins

Billy Fury

Jet Harris

Adam Faith

Bill Monroe

Bill Haley

Louis Jordan

Ben E King

BB King

Davy Graham

Sonny Boy Williamson

Sonny Terry

Leadbelly

Lonnie Donnegan

Ken Colyer

RL Burnside

Professor Longhair

Richard Farina

Arthur Lee

Bryan Maclean

Alan Freed

Little Walter

Sid Vicious

John Bonham

Bob Hite

Bob Marley

Roy Brown

Chris Wood

Marvin Gaye

Dennis Wilson

Freddie King

T-Model Ford

Ian Stewart

Big Joe Williams

Steve Marriott

Rick Grech

Kurt Cobain

Nicky Hopkins

Fred ‘Sonic’ Smith

Rory Gallagher

Jerry Garcia

Jeff Buckley

Cozy Powell

Gene Autry

Heinz

Kirsty Macoll

Joey Ramone

Rufus Thomas

John Entwhistle

Noel Redding

Mitch Mitchell

Edwin Starr

Johnny Cash

Ray Charles

Jim Capaldi

Long John Baldry

James Brown

Ruth Brown

Ike Turner

Dewey Msartin

Snooks Eaglin

Andy Fraser

Frankie Ford

Mick Green

Dale Hawkins

Gregory Isaacs

Peter Tosh

Michael Smith

Poly Styrene

Amy Winehouse

Hubert Sumlin

Johnny Otis

Levon Helm

Paul Butterfield

Mike Bloomfield

Percy Sledge

George Martin

John Lord

Kevin Ayers

Alvin Lee

Trevor Bolder

JJ Cale

Bobby Womack

Tommy Ramone

Johnny Winter

Bobby Keys

Cilla Black

Allen Toussaint

Johnny Gustafson

Phil Everly

Doc Watson

Sky Saxon

Lux Interior

Boz Burrell

Alex St Claire

Hank Ballard

Chuck Willis

Skip Spence

Screaming Lord Sutch

Lee Brilleaux

Mick Ronson

Albert Collins

Peter Tosh

Joe Tex

Tim Hardin

Steve Peregrine Took

Marc Bolan

Bon Scott

Ron ‘Pigpen’ McKernan

Clyde McPhatter

Junior Parker

Duane Allman

Al Wilson

Sam Cooke

Cyril Davies

Cliff Gallup

Elmore James

Ray Manzarek

Willie Dixon

Johnny Kidd

Sonny Burgess

Billy Lee Riley

Etta James

Dusty Springfield

Hound Dog Taylor

Big Mama Thornton

Big Maybelle

Sandy Denny

Janis Joplin

John Lee Hooker

Billy Boy Arnold

Memphis Minnie

Carl Perkins

Billy Fury

Adam Faith

Bill Monroe

Bill Haley

Louis Jordan

Ben E King

Davy Graham

Sonny Boy Williamson

Sonny Terry

Leadbelly

Lonnie Donnegan

Ken Colyer

Brownie McGhee

Professor Longhair

Richard Farina

Peter Lafarge

Arthur Lee

Bryan Maclean

Otis Spann

James Cotton

Desert Island Discs – Part 2

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Little Richard – Rip it up

For most people it is Elvis Presley who epitomises that Rock ‘n’ Roll rebellion but for me it’s Little Richard. Elvis was a imitator and interpreter of the R&B scene. People like Little Richard, Chuck Berry and Bo Diddley were the real innovators. They created something out of nothing.

Little Richard’s incredible Gospel edged voice and raucous style was the visceral rebellion of the fifties. It rocked the establishment, mobilised the kids and got things moving.

Little Richard was energy unleashed.

 

Phil Ochs – Cops of the World

 

Nothing changes. When Phil wrote this song about the ‘Cops of the World’ he was singing about the American invasion of other countries, the rape and abuse and arrogance of it. That was back in the sixties during Vietnam. We’d yet to see the delights of Afghanistan, Iraq and Libya.

Phil was a reporter and chronicler, an idealist and commentator. He wrote some delightful, insightful songs.

Cops of the World is one of them.

 

Billy Bragg – World Turned Upside Down

 

Billy was another of my social/political bards. When he broke onto the scene with his portable sound system and ragged, shrill guitar, he was like a breath of fresh air. His spikey songs, like Between the Wars, were thought-provoking and perceptive. His rough voice was just right and his passion was real.

He sang about what he believed in and spoke his mind. Not only that – but he could write a song or two. For me he followed in the footsteps of Woody, Bob, Phil and Roy.

I like my music with a cerebral/social content. Billy had the heart for it.

 

Linton Kwesi Johnson – Sonny’s Lettah (Anti Sus Poem)

 

Linton put poems to reggae music and became the bard of Brixton. His words illustrated the Brixton riots and put into patois the feelings of the beleaguered black community. He was eloquent and his rich voice painted pictures. They were pictures of anger and resistance, pictures of unleashed fury and they told the story of discrimination and disadvantage, of persecution and distrust and an establishment that was the enemy.

Linton, like Michael Smith, had an ability to speak in the language of the black minority and articulate their feelings in passionate music that was brilliant in its own right.

Sonny’s Lettah is superb.

 

Bob Marley – Redemption Song

 

Reggae was a minority music beloved by Mods before Bob Marley turned it into a global phenomenon. The great thing is that he managed to do that without pandering to the lowest common denominator and watering down his music or message. He has Chris Blackwell to thank for melding it to a harder Rock beat that gave it more balls but it was just as uncompromising.

Bob was one of those geniuses who could write a song that stuck in your head that also had content and meaning. He expressed complicated thoughts in easy to grasp language.

Redemption song is a master’s song. It looks at slavery and then towards an optimistic future without racism, where black people will reach their potential.

I think he will be proved right.

 

Buffy St Marie – My Country ‘Tis of Thy People You’re Dying.

 

Buffy was a full-blooded Native American Indian who was rightly proud of her heritage and wrote a series of excellent songs about it. These included Soldier Blue, Now That the Buffalos Gone and Universal Soldier. They are all good but pale before this incendiary epic about the lies and genocide perpetuated on the Plains Indians by the United States Government.

I discovered that Buffy was the only female I had in my top twenty songs. That made me think. I don’t think it’s sexism. I do like Janis Ian, Joni Mitchell, Joan Baez, Janis Joplin, Patti Smith, Glace Slick and many others but I admit to having a tendency to prefer male voices.

So Buffy has to represent all women and she does it admirably. This is a really strong song. They don’t come any stronger.

 

The Clash – London Calling

 

The Sex Pistols were brilliant but the Clash were better. They were all the intelligent Punks but that demeans the lyrical genius of many of the Punk outfits. Johnny Rotten was no slouch with words. He could be pithy.

The Clash were criticized at the time for moving away from the Punk ethos and developing the music into more complex styles. Who cares? This is brilliant music. Why categorise it?

It was a great shame that they split up and fell apart with all that animosity. They were a great band and London Calling, with its imagery of a post-holocaust world is brilliant.

 

The Doors – Unknown Soldier

 

One of the best bands to come out of America. Consistently brilliant. They melded Jim Morrison’s poems to an incredible music and were all masters of their instruments.

If Jim Morrison had not been so self-destructive with his drinking they would have gone on to do a lot more. I think his alcohol consumption sapped his creative spirit and fed his disillusionment. By the end he was fed up with the hype and falseness of the industry and despised the whole pantomime. He even despised his audience and doubted their motives.

I chose Unknown Soldier because the image of the theatrical mock execution is cemented into my brain from their Roundhouse performance. I love the antiwar stance and that song was superb musically as well.

 

The Mothers of Invention – Help I’m a Rock

 

At one point in time they were another best band in the world. Nobody comes close to the satire and creativity of Zappa. He refused to be labelled or put in a pigeon-hole. Frank was Frank.

He also had a superb sense of humour.

Help I’m a Rock illustrates that. It was an early Dada masterpiece that brought me to tears of laughter. Brilliant.

We’re Only In It For the Money was a later genius of an album.

 

The Kinks – I’m Not Like Everybody Else

 

This was the B-side of Sunny Afternoon I believe. I used to put this on in my bedroom, on my Dansette with the arm raised, and play it endlessly when I was fifteen. It seemed to sum up exactly how I felt about the world. All the angst, disillusionment and rebellion would pour out in that strident vitriolic diatribe.

 

The Beatles – Come Together

 

We seem to be in an age when it’s cool not to like the Beatles; to align with the Stones. But it’s not an either or. I love them both.

What nobody can argue with is the impact of their music on Britain and the world. Rock music was dead and Britain was a backwater before the Beatles came along. They blew the doors down and kick-started the corpse.

Not only that but they developed and progressed so that they were always at the cutting edge of what was happening. They led the way. The West Coast bands looked to them.

It is also now convenient to focus on the more Pop and twee element of their repertoire – like Yesterday. I prefer their more complex, harder edged material – Revolution, Tomorrow Never Knows, Glass Onion and Strawberry Fields. I prefer my acerbic Lennon to the sweet McCartney.

Come Together was Lennon at his most inventive. No nonsense.

The Beatles were rightly the greatest Rock Band to have ever lived for a large number of reasons. The major one being that they were unremittingly brilliant.

 

That concludes my paltry list. I’ve had to leave out so much!

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Anecdote – The Sixties Underground Rock venues – The Toby Jug

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The Sixties Underground Rock venues – The Toby Jug

Back in the sixties when Rock music was king of the culture and all possibility prevailed there were a plethora of clubs in London and its surrounds.

I lived in London and had access to it all. London was the place to be. It was where everything was happening. There were so many venues catering for the full spectrum of music and so many bands. Every night of the week was a quagmire of decisions. We were utterly spoilt for choice. Each week I would get the NME or Time Out along with my copy of IT and peruse the gig list. It was overwhelming. I usually went to around three gigs a week and two of those were Harper gigs. But Roy played with a lot of other people and I managed to meet a number of brilliant bands through Roy Harper concerts. He certainly did not confine himself to the ‘folk’ circuit. Roy described himself as a one man Rock ‘n’ Roll band and that’s how he treated it. Not only did he perform with the likes of Ralph McTell, John Renbourn, Ron Geesin, John Martyn and Al Stewart but he also appeared alongside bands such as Free, the Bonzos, Nice and Pentangle. Just by following Roy I picked up on a lot of the best of what was around.

Those were heady days for heads, freaks and denizens of the alternative world. You would meet up with old and new friends. These were the days when you could tell a friend by the length of his hair and the clothes he wore. This was the new society. You would cross a road to say hi to complete strangers and indulge in debate about music and social events. They were the days of quiet revolution.

One of my favourite venues was the Toby Jug at Tolsworth. It was a big old pub with a large room at the back. That was the scene of a weekly Blues club. The term blues was used very loosely. They had bands as diverse as Jethro Tull, Led Zeppelin and Captain Beefheart.

My favourites were always Fleetwood Mac. That band always rocked. I thought the brilliant rhythm section created by McVee and Fleetwood really allowed Pete Green and Jeremy Spencer to let rip. They were two or three bands in one.

Liz liked to dance and so we used to find space at the back and give it some energetic prancing.

What was good about the Toby Jug was that you had the room to dance but could also get near to the stage to watch the performance. For 25p you were able to see Ian Anderson play flute while standing like a stork on one leg, or watch Jimmy Page churn out those riffs. That was the place I saw Beefheart and Led Zep, up close and personal, and all for a mere 25p. None of this stadium stuff with binoculars. You could stand at the front and be a couple of feet away from Jimmy Page or Pete Green and watch their fingers as they teased the strings. You could mingle without the need of backstage passes. They weren’t so much ‘stars’ as revered exponents of ‘our’ music, fully fledged members of the new society. You felt as if we were all in some new ethos together.

We had some high old times.

The Toby Jug was one of my special 1960s haunts. Fond memories.

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Anecdote – The Lone Ranger – a tale in black and black.

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The Lone Ranger.

I used to go to all those Saturday morning flicks where the audience of young kids would be baying at the screen as the good guys, all dressed in white all rode out to trounce the bad guys all dressed in black. If only real life was half as easy. Whenever there was a spot of bother you could always count on a masked rider in a big white Stetson and face-mask to appear with his great white stallion and faithful Native American side-kick, to come along and sort it out. Either that or Rin Tin Tin. I’ve always wondered why anyone would call a dog Rin Tin Tin? What does that mean?

However, The Lone Ranger was not always the most welcome of people.

Back in Manor House in 1972 I was living up on the top floor with Liz. Down on the bottom floor there was a guy who was greatly into his vinyl. He was called John.

Going round to John’s was like a religious ceremony. There was a ritual to his playing of music. The selected album would be carefully removed from its sleeve and taken out of its dust-jacket gently and taking care not to get a finger-print on the surface. Both sides would be wiped with an anti-static cloth. The album would be placed on the turntable and the stylus gently lowered. All parties were then expected to reverentially listen without a sound until the side had completed.

John was one of those music buffs for whom the quality of the system mattered. He desired the full gamut of breadth and texture of the aural experience with the complete separation of each instrument.

Music was serious business to John. It was not to be taken lightly. Nobody was allowed near his vinyl. He never lent his albums out and his stereo was the absolute top of the range.

I appreciate music in any form – through crappy car speakers, or a clapped out radio – it matters little. I’ve heard it played through the top quality speakers in professional studios and have to admit that it sounds a lot better, but even so it is the music that ultimately counts, not the sound system. John’s system was as near to perfection as you could get. His albums did not have a single click. It added to the quality but I’m not sure I could be bothered. But to John it was crucial.

Our landlord was 84 years old and was a little confused from time to time. Thus it was that when John went on holiday for four weeks it was a recipe for disaster.

John paid up his rent and went off.

Mr Rose for some reason got it into his head that John had left for

good. He did not like rooms being vacant – which I don’t think it was anything to do with the money – in his opinion a vacant room encouraged vermin.

So Mr Rose went round and emptied the entire contents of John’s flat into the corridor. Most people going into a flat full of possessions would have thought that there was something wrong. Why would anyone leave all their belongings and disappear having paid up the rent? But that did not occur to Mr Rose. The flat was empty and needed someone in it before the mice and rats appeared.

John came back, after a relaxing two weeks, to find his huge collection of over a thousand pristine albums piled up in heaps in an alcove in the corridor, along with his treasured stereo and all the rest of his possessions. Fortunately none of it had gone missing or been tampered with. But that wasn’t the point. This was sacrilege of the first order. His beloved vinyl collection had been treated with utmost disdain. It was sacrilege and he went completely mental.

After stamping and screaming at the bemused Mr Rose he moved his stuff out and took a flat elsewhere.

John then held a farewell party in his old flat. He bought gallons of black gloss paint, rice and paint brushes (along with wine, beer and various other comestibles).

A few days later a totally befuddled Mr Rose asked me to come and help. He could not fathom out what was going on.

He took me down to John’s flat. It was broad daylight but the rooms were inky black. With the light coming in through the doorway we made our way inside over a strange sticky, crunchy floor. None of the lights seems to work and no light was coming in through the windows.

I checked out the bulb in the central light fitting. It was all bobbly. It had been painted with black gloss paint and rice.

We adjourned to get replacement lightbulbs. When we had new lights in the place we looked around in awe. All the walls, ceiling, floors, furniture, sinks, windows, curtains, bed and fittings had been coated with knobbly black gloss paint.

On one wall, in great big white brushstrokes, was painted the words – ‘DON’T FUCK WITH THE LONE RANGER!’

‘Why would anyone want to do a thing like that?’ Mr Rose asked incredulously.

But then he wasn’t a Rock music fanatic was he?