In 1977 Jean Jacques Burnel of The Stranglers maintained that their keyboard player, Dave Greenfield, was not aware of The Doors; to be precise, not aware that he was royally nicking Ray Manzarek's Vox Continental arpeggios; thus giving the punks at the time another reason (apart from their ages) to doubt their credentials. Not that they were particularly bothered: Rattus Norvegicus, their debut album, was the fastest selling album on their label (UA), so if they wanted a 60s keyboard driven sound, with saxophones chucked in for good measure (Grip), no safety pinned, bin bag wearing Carnaby Street punk was going to stop them.
The Stranglers - (Get a) Grip (On Yourself) - 1977
He calls himself a song and dance man; though these days his critics tend not to
concur. I dug this b**tleg out last night and was pleasantly surprised
to hear that as (relatively) recently as 1986 Dylan still had chutzpah. In spades.
Maybe it was having Seargent
Petty on parade with him that night, but Positively 4th Street never sounded so, well, positive.
The news today that the iron is being dropped by Monopoly will surely have John Waddington spinning in his grave. Don't get me wrong, I like cats: some of my best friends are cats, but a cat has no place on a Monopoly board. For what it's worth, I'm always the top hat when I play; any future moves to axe my titfer of choice will be met with the appropriate measured response. Let's just hope, for everyone's sake, we never reach that point.
To the best of my knowledge both these artworks by H R Giger, the Swiss surrealist with a penchant for skulls and all things phallic, are still at large. Each measuring 34 x 34 cm (acrylic on paper) they were stolen from a Prague gallery in 2005. If you should see them at your local car boot sale be sure to contact the police and or Mr. Giger. Left: Work No. 218 (Brain Salad Surgery 2/2)