Once you start doing that then it's who do you start stopping to come into the zone? And it gets to be the security guard if he doesn't like you because your hair is parted on the left side, makes up shit that you can't be allowed in! There will always be a-holes where ever you go, it's just common nature, there are people who just want to be seen and cause a scene. You will never get rid of them. They just fade away after time and go somewhere else to do their thing.
A couple of years back I was chatting about music with a colleague, who told me that he had started in a band as part of the school curriculum. We had, in fact, attended the same school, decades apart, and his experience of being encouraged to play popular music was far removed from my own.
At the school in the early Sixties our music lessons consisted of listening to classical records and being taught musical theory. Any music after about 1800 just didn't exist. We were not taught any instruments, not even the recorder so popular in school orchestras at the time. We didn't have an orchestra, but we did have a choir.
I remember in one lesson after listening to some organ recital, asking the teacher if he had heard of Paul Tesluk. "Is he a Liverpool organist?" he asked, no doubt thinking about the famous organ at the Cathedral. I replied, "No, he plays with Johnny and the Hurricanes" I was lucky to escape detention.
The fact was that many of us were really interested in music. At first The Shadows were our idols, and I can still remember when one of my classmates told me the names of the Shads. As time progressed we became aware of The Beatles, and tales drifted down from the older boys about cellar clubs in the city centre. One of the lads brought in a copy of "Merseybeat" with the now famous photo of the leather-clad Beatles on the cover..... so different from the shiny-suited Shads!
A few of us postulated that our teachers were in a Rock group. Our headmaster was Alfred Casson, so we invented Alf and the Cassonovas. One of our guys who was a budding artist, drew an EP cover featuring Alf and his lads, released on the Newsham Parkway label. We actually started our own group, playing outside of school hours, mainly at my house. I had a Zenith acoustic guitar, which I fitted with a pickup and played through the radiogram. We had a piano to try to bash out a tune, and for the drums our mate Chas banged on the grass box from our lawn-mower. He actually graduated to becoming a proper drummer, and played on the hit "Please Stay" with the Crying Shames.
As soon as I was allowed I started attending the Cavern, firstly during the lunchtime sessions, then eventually, at night. I can still remember picking my was down Mathew Street, avoiding the rotting fruit, locating the discreet entrance and descending into the heat, noise and smell of the best club in the world.
In my opinion music is music, and the way schools now encourage participation in popular music, learning instruments and even being taught how to make digital recordings, is terrific. The image of that colleague learning the bass guitar in the same classroom where we were baffled by classical records shows how times have changed, and it was The Beatles who were the spearhead of that great cultural change.
I had the same experience in school. I joined the 'music club' because it was mandatory we join a club to get a credit and it was either that or Spanish. lol We had a beautiful blonde music teacher so that was a plus. But for her age of about 25 you would think she would be into RnR, but she was into classical music and pushed it down out throats! I remember I was never so bored in my life!Pretty soon guys wouldn't show up for the class and I left too.
I had a much less prescribed access to music at school. In Junior school I was in the choir we sang almost anything you can imagine. Songs from musicals, Simon and Garfunkel, First World War songs and Chapel Hymns. We even sang at Durham Cathedral. The class went to see shows at local theatres. I also had violin, recorder and guitar lessons. In Senior school it was way more formal all about classical artists Vivaldi's Four Seasons was a favourite but we also had to compose music and play to get the class certificates. Mrs Smart and Mrs Miller were so patient all those years ago.
My buddies and I were really into music. Like Paul and John taking a long bus ride to learn a new chord, we would see out anyone who knew any more than our basic three chords. Bert Weedon was on children's TV at the time, and his stuff was devoured, and I'm sure influenced numerous top guitarists. We would get the sheet music to a song and laboriously work out the notes then locate them on the fretboard [no tabs back then]. Unfortunately, school did nothing to cater for our interests. And, from the above posts, this was the usual case.
Having read Mark Kermode's book his school seems to have been the hive of activity regarding bands rehearsing on the premises. There is that school that has had a string of modern bands like The XX and Hot Chip come through the ranks.
bigche: Hey you guys see this yet? Here's the imposter posing with Paul and the Beatles in '64 - over 2 years before permanently assuming the missing Beatle's identity in late '66: youtu.be/8hJ709TEjOs
Jan 1, 2020 19:34:34 GMT
Mr Kite: Have you ever thought about getting out a bit more ?
Jan 2, 2020 22:49:20 GMT