July is shaping up to be a ridiculously hectic month for me and I’ve got grave concerns that I’ll be able to devote enough time to keep the blog up to the standards that you’ve come to expect. But, like the hapless Baldrick, I have a cunning plan.

Over on the right hand side of TVV you will find a list of blogs that are a lot like my relatives (including my parents) and my dearest friends in that I’m constantly aware of them being near to me but I never find or make enough time to give them the attention they deserve.

My excuse is that there are only so many hours in a week that I can devote to blog-like activity and by the time I put my own daily posts together then there’s nowt left for visiting other people and leaving behind appreciative comments.  I’m going to try and make it up to those good people by paying tribute in a way I hope nobody minds.  It basically involves thieving….

I’ll be going into some of my favourite blogs and nicking an entire posting from them in an effort to show you the quality of what else can be found out there (just in case you weren’t previously aware).  The stuff you normally find in here with the exception of the weekend stuff (ie Moz and James series, the Saturday singles from Scotland) will return in August when I’ve got the time to do my own things once again.

I’m starting all this with The Robster whose blog is called Is This The Life?

This blog only started in February 2014 and it has proved to an astonishing piece of work in which the author sets out his life in words and music in numerous periodical installments.  He did this in a series of postings over a period of three months and unlike many others, there’s no re-writing of history to  exorcise those bands/singers/songs that many years on are now embarrassing to admit a liking to and unlike many others, there’s no shirking away from memories which are very personal and very painful.  Such as this:-

I suppose if you want to blame anyone for kickstarting my interest in all things music it would probably be my mum. Personally, I could never thank her enough. It was her records that I first picked up and listened to and it was she who bought me many of my earliest singles as I started to develop my own taste. And while she may have hollered at me to “turn it down” on more than a few occasions, she never once even suggested that I might be spending a little too much time listening to records in my bedroom and that I should be out doing something more constructive.

My earliest memories of my mum’s musical influence on me I’ve already documented but perhaps my fondest memories, as well as one or two of the saddest, come much later on.

The weeks that followed my first gig, the Wedding Present at Exeter Uni in 1988, involved me playing Wedding Present records often and loudly. Every so often, mum would pass by the bedroom door and remark: “They played that one, didn’t they.” Apparently, she heard the last 20 minutes of the show from the car park while waiting for us to come out. Not only that – she took in every tune and could identify them weeks afterwards! Not bad for a Frankie Vaughan fan, I thought.

Mum was never shy to offer her opinion when she felt the need:

“I think that record’s smashing.”
“I like his voice.”
“He’s a lovely looking chap.”

Those latter two were directed towards Tim Booth, enigmatic frontman of James, while the first statement was used to refer to the original version of their single Sit Down. (She was also known to remark “What a bleddy racket” about all sorts of things, but that’s another story!)

Sit Down was first released in 1989 when the band was in a sort of limbo state. They had been dropped by Sire records but not yet picked up by Fontana. The band released two singles on Rough Trade in this intervening period, the other being Come Home. Neither were hits at the time, but both were later re-released by Fontana and catapulted James to stardom.

I bought that original 12″ of Sit Down. It contained the extended 8 minute version with the lengthy instrumental ‘dub’ segment and it became one of my most played records. Because of this, it was inevitable that mum would become exposed to it at some point. When she was, she was immediately hooked.

Mum liked a good song, a proper song; a good strong melody, meaningful lyrics and no faffing about. Sit Down ticked all those boxes, plus in Tim Booth, it had a singer who could properly communicate the song. He’s one of those rare performers who sounds so perfectly genuine, even in his more obscure, arty moments. This wasn’t lost on mum. She was drawn to Tim Booth by his vocal expressions, the way he sang as much as what he sang.

Sit Down became our song and I always think of mum whenever I hear it, whatever version is played, and I smile because I’m reminded of how happy it made her feel.

“Those who feel the breath of sadness
Sit down next to me.” – ‘Sit Down’ by James

Another song that reminds me of mum, for entirely different reasons, is This Is How It Feels by Inspiral Carpets. Now there’s another band who knew how to write a decent tune, a prime example of a superb singles band (though their albums got progressively better; ‘Revenge Of The Goldfish’ is certainly worthy of a critical reappraisal). This Is How It Feels was released in 1990 as the lead single from the band’s debut album ‘Life’. The single and album versions had slightly different lyrics, but one particular line, present in both, still resonates with me and makes me think of mum.

In the 12-18 months leading up to that point, mum had started to become ill. There were no visible symptoms, but it started when she keeled over in the street for no apparent reason one afternoon. At the time she laughed it off as just clumsiness. Mum laughed all the time, and she was as stoical as the day is long. No fuss and nonsense for her, just laugh at your misfortunes and get on with it – that was her way.

But then, a week or two later, it happened again. Then again. That’s when she began thinking something was wrong. The next few months consisted of increasing visits to the family doctor, followed by misdiagnosis after misdiagnosis. Cancer was ruled out, multiple sclerosis was in, then out, until eventually we were told it was Motor Neurone Disease. The problem was, none of us knew anything about MND, and even our GP admitted he had never seen a case of it himself. Often the unknowns are far worse than the knowns.

Looking back, it’s easy to reflect on how terrified mum must have been. She would, in all likelihood, have been told her condition was terminal, but the lack of information available in those pre-internet days would have only served to stoke the fear and worry she must have felt. I know pretty much for certain her biggest concern would have been her boys and what would happen to us when she wasn’t here.

Meanwhile I just carried on as normal. It was like some form of denial I suppose, but at the time I refused to let what was happening affect my life. I’ve torn myself up over this ever since, but accept the guilt I feel as deserved punishment for the way I acted in the face of this catastrophic event.

Amidst all of this however, the one abiding memory I have is something my mum said to me as she passed my bedroom one evening. I was, as usual, playing records. On this occasion it was This Is How it Feels. It’s not a happy song, rather it evokes the feelings of helplessness, despair and turmoil in the face of domestic trials such as unemployment and depression. Mum heard a line which particularly resonated with her:

“Kids don’t know what’s wrong with mum
She can’t say, they can’t see
Putting it down to another bad day.”

“That’s like us,” she said. “Kids don’t know what’s wrong with mum, putting it down to another bad day.”

That’s all she said, but it’s all she needed to say. She understood. She couldn’t fully explain what was happening, and she knew I had to cope with it in my own way. Her citing of this lyric showed her empathy, compassion and warmth along with her own regret that she didn’t feel she could really tell us how she felt. I’ve thought about that an awful lot in the intervening years. I still carry the guilt but gain some comfort from that one moment. Of course, it also showed how she knew music was the one way she could truly communicate with me.

Things didn’t improve. Mum’s condition got progressively worse. She became wheelchair-bound, unable to dress herself, feed herself or go to the toilet by herself. She even lost the ability to speak. Her dignity and pride gradually ebbed away along with her capability to control her own life. Even worse, her mind was intact. She was fully aware of everything and everyone, but was unable to do or say anything. And all the while I just carried on regardless.

She passed away in a hospital bed one evening. I wasn’t there. I think I was watching TV. Arthur, our closest family friend who had recently become engaged to mum, was at her side. But I wasn’t. That remains the single biggest regret of my life. I can never change it. I hate that so much.

All I can do now is remember with fondness the way mum connected with me through music. She would probably hate that I can’t forgive myself for how I behaved back then, but that’s the sort of person she was. “Let’s just put it down to another bad day,” she would be telling me now. “Come and sit down next to me.”

I got round to reading that post about six weeks  after The Robster put it out there back in March.  I wanted to leave a comment but just couldn’t find the right words.  It is an astonishingly beautiful, heartfelt and moving piece of writing that reads as if it was composed by one of those much-heralded and award-winning columnists who populate the weekend supplements of our UK newspapers.

A couple of weeks ago, The Robster got right up to date with his life story, but thankfully, he’s keeping the blog going for now and most recently was sharing his personal memories of going to Glastonbury in the 90s.  It’s well worth a visit. In the meantime, here’s the tracks from the 12″ version of the songs that helped inspire that piece, together with an angry and very good cover version


mp3 : Inspiral Carpets – This Is How It Feels (extended)
mp3 : Inspiral Carpets – Tune For A Family
mp3 : Inspiral Carpets – This Is How It Feels (radio mix)
mp3 : Inspiral Carpets – Seeds of Doubt
mp3 : Carter USM – This Is How It Feels

More Friends Electric tomorrow.

5 thoughts on “MY FRIENDS ELECTRIC (1)

  1. Sounds like a very good idea, JC. Take the time you need for other things than the blog. Looking foreward to August when you’ll be back on the blog regulary.
    Cheers Walter

  2. Not that he will thank me but swc’s dizzee rascal piece from last week’s wycra was marvellous. Also I’m a terrible self publicist.

  3. Robster, what will you charge JC for his nicking? Just asking in case it will be the case for me as well …

  4. Well, that’s one definite addition to my blogroll… for those rare moments when my newborn son allows me to look at the internet. (I’m going to try to catch up on more of your blog first though, JC!)

  5. *speechless*
    All I can say is thanks for the plug, thanks for the very kind words, and you can plagiarise all you please mate. You can have it free of charge (Dirk take note…)

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