I tried Hot Rats many moons ago. I shall re-listen to it … & these others but he is a blind spot to me. Just as are King Crimson (the utterly marvellous ‘Court of the Crimson King’ … God bless it … apart).
Nor can I ever EVER ‘get’ Jeff Beck. I have spent days of my life trying to persuade myself but it never happens.
This popped up at some ungodly hour recently (which is appropriate enough, it being a Nocturnal and all). Can’t find a full Bream version, sadly. But, enjoy
A vg friend from Uni was the legal manager for Fun Boy Three and Bananarama. He called me once at some ungodly hour with the immortal line of “you’ll never guess where I am !”
Which, of course, I couldn’t.
He was on an infeasibly high floor of some Manhatten hotel on a joint tour with the 2 groups and which point they all bellowed “Hi Martin !!!”. He then insisted I jumped a plane that very day and join them … followed by various of them coming to the phone imploring me.
It was a very odd, but delightful, experience & I suspect drink and chemicals were involved.
Continuing the theme of ‘reasonably horrible’ (some might say) and prompted by Armers’ mention elsethread of Mulllingar it is my duty and privilege to provide this: