The nature of "my thing" #2
Posted 26th February 2013 at 07:58 PM by troggi
Of course films good or bad do not make up the whole of a person's cultural make-up. Culture is a very complicated attribute to categorise as any sociology student will tell you, at length if you'll let 'em. I like to keep stuff simple, like me, so I will only talk about what drove me down this trail we call "Cult" and not about the minutia of my tastes.
Of equal importance to film, or possibly greater judging by the sheer weight of subcultures spawned by it, is music. You will have to forgive me for name dropping in this short section but it is relevant.
A few years back my wife and I and a couple of friends went to see Robert Plant at the Portsmouth Guildhall. We did not rush into the hall but went, instead, to the bar as we had not found out who the support was and would go and see 'em if they sounded okay. As soon as the support started I realised who it was and "necked" my beer in order to catch the full act. What I heard was the wonderfully fruity voice of Arthur Brown. He put on as good a show as ever with only a minimal acoustic backing and performed a gorgeous cover of Kites by Simon Dupree and the Big Sound.
Whilst Robert Plant, also with acoustic backing, was on stage I spied Arthur at the back of the audience and plucked up the courage to speak with the great man. Here is a rough account of the dialogue as near as I can remember it;
troggi: I'm sorry to intrude Mr Brown but I had to Come and say "thank you."
AB: Call me Arthur. Why thank me? I'm intrigued.
troggi: Because not only have you and your music given me great pleasure for years but you were instrumental in showing me the kind of music I have always loved listening to!
AB: Well thank you too but how?
troggi: When I was nine or ten I saw you on an episode of Crackerjack. You had golden wellies on, a painted face, a golden cloak and your hat was on fire! But as soon as you yelled "I am the god of hell-fire" I got goosepimples and I was hooked on the sort of music you were making.
AB: What others did you follow then?
troggi: Oh the usuals Sabbath, Heep, Zeppelin, Purple then on to Hawkwind. In fact my friend and I are off to Brighton to see Hawkwind next month.
AB: I'll let you in on a secret. I'll be singing with Hawkwind at that gig so I'll see you there!
With that I left him to the concert and returned to my little group with a warm glow and a sense of what a naturally fine individual Arthur Brown is, which isn't something that you can label many so-called rock stars with!
Long live Arthur Brown and again I thank you!
Of equal importance to film, or possibly greater judging by the sheer weight of subcultures spawned by it, is music. You will have to forgive me for name dropping in this short section but it is relevant.
A few years back my wife and I and a couple of friends went to see Robert Plant at the Portsmouth Guildhall. We did not rush into the hall but went, instead, to the bar as we had not found out who the support was and would go and see 'em if they sounded okay. As soon as the support started I realised who it was and "necked" my beer in order to catch the full act. What I heard was the wonderfully fruity voice of Arthur Brown. He put on as good a show as ever with only a minimal acoustic backing and performed a gorgeous cover of Kites by Simon Dupree and the Big Sound.
Whilst Robert Plant, also with acoustic backing, was on stage I spied Arthur at the back of the audience and plucked up the courage to speak with the great man. Here is a rough account of the dialogue as near as I can remember it;
troggi: I'm sorry to intrude Mr Brown but I had to Come and say "thank you."
AB: Call me Arthur. Why thank me? I'm intrigued.
troggi: Because not only have you and your music given me great pleasure for years but you were instrumental in showing me the kind of music I have always loved listening to!
AB: Well thank you too but how?
troggi: When I was nine or ten I saw you on an episode of Crackerjack. You had golden wellies on, a painted face, a golden cloak and your hat was on fire! But as soon as you yelled "I am the god of hell-fire" I got goosepimples and I was hooked on the sort of music you were making.
AB: What others did you follow then?
troggi: Oh the usuals Sabbath, Heep, Zeppelin, Purple then on to Hawkwind. In fact my friend and I are off to Brighton to see Hawkwind next month.
AB: I'll let you in on a secret. I'll be singing with Hawkwind at that gig so I'll see you there!
With that I left him to the concert and returned to my little group with a warm glow and a sense of what a naturally fine individual Arthur Brown is, which isn't something that you can label many so-called rock stars with!
Long live Arthur Brown and again I thank you!
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