Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Suite XVI

The Saga Of Suite XVI

Well, I suppose this had to be written about one day…there’s been a lot of talk about it, much at the time, and a lot more since. While the facts (and dirt, if you like) will always be between just the 5 of us, the result, whichever way you slice it, was that it was Paul Roberts’ last album with the band…a band he’d fronted for 16 years, good or bad, indifferent or striking…never boring… Sad yet ultimately inevitable, an album did eventually find its way out of it all…and this is my potted take on it…

When I’d joined the band 6 years before in April 2000, Paul had already been there for a decade, and they were tight. There were a few ‘new boy/ old boys’ things obviously, how couldn’t there be? But after everything they’d been through and survived, they were still together…and a team. During the About Time UK tour of ’95 and the European leg of the Written in Red tour in early 97, when the band I was in at the time were guests, we’d become friends and had kept in touch…calling each other from time to time, and Paul even coming to see us one night at the Borderline.

My first tour with the band was a blur…I auditioned, got the job, and was on the road in Europe 10 days later. Paul helped me through all of that, and much more over the 6 years we were in the band together. As we ploughed our way through the next few years on the road, we all began to get a feel for each other obviously…and there were a few little dints and cracks that started to appear and show themselves occasionally…and you’d expect that too…we lived together an awful lot. We’d had a very successful album in Norfolk Coast, and the time spent writing and recording it will always be a very treasured time, for all of us I know…new beginnings often are. We worked incredibly hard during that time, and no one helped me through it more than Paul.

When it was time to start collating stuff for the next record, we all tossed our bits and pieces in, as we’d done with the last one, and arranged some time together to start sifting and rejecting at our HQ in Somerset. There were tensions in the house and Paul wouldn’t stay, electing instead to drive the 180 mile round trip every day from the south coast where he was now living, a practice he’d started during the Norfolk Coast sessions which were now an accepted part of his routine…there was a wall going up. My thoughts at the time were, we’ve got to strike while the iron is hot from the success of the last album. There were a few good songs and bits left over from the sessions for it… and as any musician will tell you, you never entirely throw anything away. We had ideas and impetus, but it was becoming more difficult to all be in the same room together for the time necessary time to work on all the stuff we had…it was fucking frustrating to say the least.

The management company had arranged for a house to be rented in Cornwall…and almost as far away from normal life as it’s possible to get…with no distractions (always a downfall), and you fend for yourself. JJ and I went down there together in January 2005 to start the process…we got masses done…writing for hours every day, and night too. I was having personal issues and if I’m being totally honest, it was great to be so far away and be able to focus and concentrate on something else…I feel ashamed to admit that, but there it is. JJ always needs to be able to go somewhere neutral, and as we’d written much of Coast at the farm in Somerset, it was decided to get away from that and get off any kind of beaten track. This upset Paul a great deal I’m led to believe...he hadn’t been invited…although as I haven’t spoken to him since he left, I don’t know for sure.

What I do know was that there was a padded envelope on the doormat one morning with some songs from him on a CD…but such were the tensions between him and JJ in particular at the time, it was never opened while we were there. When it was eventually opened and played we already had most of what we needed…having said that if there had been anything absolutely killer on it, it would have been used I’m sure. There wasn’t…but I suspect Paul knew that anyway. This only led to more disruption, and recording the songs for the finished album dragged on mercilessly.

Personally I just couldn’t understand why he wasn’t prepared to make the most of the platform we’d been given, what with the success of the last album and all…but Paul just got more and more frustrated and I think we all knew something had to give. He was also incurring the wrath of our beloved road crew, who were his very dear mates…and things came to a head when he turned up to record one day having not bothered to learn the words to the song we were doing…unusual for him…he was usually the consummate pro, always giving it 100% with whatever we were involved in, and never settled for anything second best…even during the most stressful times. It was the beginning of the end. Usually you have a set of lyrics written on a stand in front of you for reference, but that’s all they’re there for…you don’t read them verbatim as you sing. I wasn’t there, but Paul apparently sang like a robot…maybe he was making a point…the producer complained, a meeting was called, and Paul quit.

He was given some time to think it over and make a choice…go on the road for the next 4 months with an album he felt he had no real part of, with a band he was becoming increasingly distant from, and with a crew who didn’t want to work with him any more…or leave for pastures new with a clean break and blank canvas…I think anyone would have done what he did next in that situation to be honest. He’d completed about 2/3 of the record, and there are versions of the finished songs with his voice on them, and some typically good Paul vocals, but he’d just had enough…and to those ends, so had everyone else…16 years and he was gone. I was shocked but not surprised if that makes any sense…upset but not fazed. He was my mate and I know to this day he thinks I was complicit in his leaving, that there was some kind of under handed conspiracy to get rid of him…total bollocks…that just proves he never really knew me at all. He worked so hard to ostracize himself, but it would’ve blown over like all the other disagreements of the past if he’d stuck in…I agreed with everyone that something had to change and thought he’d given up…we all did…a real shame considering we were following up a successful record and needed to bond together more than ever.

At his last gig at Rock City in Nottingham in December 2005 a few months before, he’d stayed out of the way of all of us and didn’t speak to anyone before, during or after the show…he’d made a few gestures to the crowd during songs that people picked up on, then got into his car and drove away…rolling it on his way home and completely writing it off…thankfully he was unhurt but his mind was clearly somewhere else…and so it proved… It’s been 10 years since all that happened and I still think about him often…a process I’m pretty sure isn’t reciprocated…whatever…He’ll crop up in conversation or we’ll play one of the songs he originally sang on and I’ll try to think about how he interpreted it…but no one can walk far with a stone in their shoe, and he had to leave…if for nothing else but his own peace of mind.



SUITE XVI - TRACK BY TRACK

UNBROKEN I remember JJ bringing this in one day. I think he had most of the chorus, and a few scraps of a verse. He started playing the verse bass line and I instinctively thought of a Nirvana style guitar line…a kind of loud/quiet/loud thing. It was obvious this would be a rocker of some description, and so the guitar is raw and dirty…I remember it being bollocking loud in the studio when I was recording it. JJ’s lyrics were autobiographical, and I liked the way he balanced it up with both good and bad elements. We decided to give it some light and shade vocally, so it’s me singing the chorus…somehow it seemed more amusing to have a big shaven headed northerner singing about wearing suspenders…to this day I’m not sure if that line was thrown in for effect, or whether JJ has actually done it…he hasn’t said…but knowing him…

SPECTRE OF LOVE I mentioned earlier about my personal issues, and this song reflects that for me…it’s about, and for, my daughter. Writing about things so personal, and letting the whole world see them, has always been a bit of a poisoned chalice. Its catharsis laid bare for the writer, and can sometimes come across as syrupy and sentimental…I didn’t want that…I’m not given to that publicly, but the turmoil I was in was all pervading and I had to do something I guess. By the time this was released my little girl was 2 years into a 5 year vow of silence against me…5 years without talking to me…she’s super stubborn like her dad, but even I hadn’t expected that…suffice it to say that I was caught in the usual rock and roll trap, and came out the other side a single man…my son was only very young, but my daughter was a teenager…she had a lot to say on the matter…

I’ve never spoken about it until now…I’ve been asked and have never breathed a word…so now you know…We’ve put everything behind us and are now closer than ever but it was touch and go for a while…and whenever I hear this or we play it, I think of those times…music should remind you of the bad as well as the good times in your life… This was the first ’single’ if you like and was released as a taster. We played it live very early on and it was heart-warming to see the crowd singing along with every word from the start. There were a few reservations about a Stranglers song with the word love in the title, but I was adamant it should stay, and I’m pleased it did. It’s a sing along kind of chorus…the old juxtaposition of dark subject matter and up beat music. I really like Dave’s synth line in the chorus which gives it a great flow…and the riff JJ and I play to bring the 2nd verse in…great all round effort. The band knew what this meant to me and really dug in…

SHE’S SLIPPING AWAY I was reading in the paper one day about a chap who’d had an argument with his girlfriend. The row developed into a full blown fight and eventually he’d punched her and she’d fallen to the ground…hitting her head on the fireplace. There was blood everywhere in the sitting room and he couldn’t rouse her after a considerable amount of time had gone by…so he did what any self -respecting cowardly woman beater would do…fearing he’d killed her, he took her outside and buried her in the garden. Trouble was, she came round…and with a light dusting of soil on her face, and screaming, hammered on a neighbours’ door…he opened it to find a banshee covered in blood and mud and obviously stricken with horror…I thought it would make a great song…

Paul and I wrote the lyrics and it’s an example of a song with a very repetitive riff that just keeps going around the same chord progression for pretty much the whole thing. We introduced light and shade to differentiate the verses from the chorus’, and JJ switches the bass line around to punctuate that too, but the chord pattern is the same. We wanted to tell the story with and not distract from the narrative too much. Just before the guitar solo, which I played with a dropped D on the bass E string, the producer gives it a bit of the devil by detuning my voice on the word ‘soul’ to give it a demonic twist…you can also hear me laughing into the guitars’ pick up during the solo too…the little Gibson Melody Maker I used has at some time had the pickup taken out of it and put back in the wrong way round, which gives it a slightly microphonic tone sometimes…so I laughed into it and we kept it in… Listening to it again I can’t remember why we had the coda at the end on the fade…maybe just to change the pace…

SUMMAT OUTANOWT Meaning ‘Something out of Nothing’ in a northern/Yorkshire/ Lancashire type accent, as if you didn’t know, this was one of the first songs JJ and I had written in Cornwall the previous year. I remember the core bass line and guitar hook coming almost at once one night when we were jamming, and when I woke up the next day JJ had most of the lyrics…about a relationship he’d had with a girl in his youth who made mountains out of molehills, blowing everything out of all proportion…we’ve all been there.

The line about ‘the bad Albino’ came from the Da Vinci Code movie which we’d seen on a tour bus somewhere, and ‘the rabbit horror show’ from Fatal Attraction, and he just tried to get in as much ranting as he could, to show his anger…worked very well. I remember him sitting with his bass for hours in the kitchen working out the bass solo in the middle…honing it and streamlining it…then I joined in at the end on guitar and we had the whole middle eight. This was the first song to be recorded I seem to remember, and there’s an amusing out take of Paul venting his spleen…he either couldn’t get the words right, or was showing his frustration at somebody…either way you wouldn’t play it to your mother… A proper arse kicker this one with some great playing.

ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN I remember a huge argument over this one. It brought the days’ work to an end with people walking out and refusing to come back. JJ had written it but Paul just wasn’t delivering it the way he wanted. Paul would always put his own spin on our lyrics, and mould them to himself…which is what you’d expect, but the cracks were widening by this time and I seem to recall the pair of them goading each other…both over reacting on purpose, and it just blew right up…2 crimson faced blokes right in each other’s faces…the day’s work was over and me and Dave went to the pub and Jet went home…dunno what the other 2 did but neither of them were there when we got back.

As a result this was one of the last songs to be recorded…and it changed almost beyond all recognition by the time we did. It started life as a medium paced rocker I think, but we were bored with it and it got shelved. By the time we looked at it again we were a 4 piece and wondered if we couldn’t give it a total overhaul. JJ had written the lyrics about George W Bush…Dubya to his detractors, and the ongoing war in the Middle East, and the more mellow direction we took it in suited it very well. I was determined to try and work out just 1 guitar part with as few overdubs as possible. There’s also a great atmospheric solo from Dave, with a counterpoint guitar behind it which I’d forgotten about until just now…but remember working on quite a bit to get it right…Paul plays percussion on this too…and I didn’t realise how much I liked this song until 10 minutes ago…

SEE ME COMING This was a piece that JJ had written for a Japanese animated version of The Count of Monte Christo, called Gankutsuou, which means The King of the Cavern. I think we just liked it and appropriated it for the album…I can’t remember the exact details, but as this was already released and part of a movie soundtrack, maybe we just liked the idea of having it on the album. In any case, I like the verses, and the turnaround rhythm, where we shout out the name of the lead character in the movie, E-D-M-O-N-D…the guitars are further up in the mix for this one too, which was a bit different… There are probably a few too many bleeps and keyboard effects in this for my liking if I’m honest, but overall a pretty good track, and one which I’ve not heard for a good few years…enjoyed listening to it again.


BLESS YOU (SAVE YOU, SPARE YOU, DAMN YOU) Driving along in the car with a friend one day around this time, the discussion turned to children’s nursery rhymes. There’d been a programme on the radio about the significance of some of them, the sign off being about ring a ring a roses, atishoo atishoo we all fall down…and it’s supposed connection to the Great Plague of London in the 17th century, which killed almost a quarter of the city’s population…but which is still unfounded. The conversation then turned to another saying from the same period, Bless You (you’ve sneezed once), Save you (twice), Spare You (thrice) & Damn You (you’ve sneezed 4 times…you’re dead)…I thought it was a great subject for a song.

I wrote the lyrics pretty quickly and JJ and I wrote some music, and there it sat for a while. I liked the idea of an old rock and roll song style intro, and came up with the chords…that kind of old doo wop feel to the rhythm at the top of the song…the first verse continued along and when it came to the first chorus I thought some female vocals would be great in there. During our time in Cornwall the previous year, one of the girls in the estate agents where we’d rented the house, turned out to be very musical and had a fantastic voice…lovely quality to her voice and a great command of pitch. We’d gone down to the local pub (The Bullers in Looe) one night to an open mic night and heard her sing…what a voice…I knew she’d be great for this song. So we called her and she came up and did a great job of making the chorus haunting and very atmospheric…it wouldn’t have had half the impact had she not sung on it…so thanks again Lucy.

The middle eight was a delight to arrange and play. JJ came up with a great chord sequence which was basically the intro chords in double time, then more added until they told a story all by themselves. Then Dave worked out the fantastic Elizabethan style baroque melody, and underpinning it all was some brush work by Jet that appears to go completely against the grain when you hear it on its own, but works beautifully…it goes right across the rhythm…I’d heard him do it months before and hadn’t let him forget it…it really works in this section. Then we thought we’d do the whole thing again only this time with a full band behind it…I got a bit bluesy at the end, pretty un-Stranglers…but it seemed to fit and the consensus was to keep it…no rules in this band… This is one of my favourite songs on the album, and one I still play acoustically when occasion allows…

A SOLDIER'S DIARY The fastest song the band has ever recorded. I wanted to cram in as many chord changes as we could and still keep the whole thing rocketing alone. It was inspired by reading about some of the notes, letters and diaries that were found in the allied trenches during the First World War, left by soldiers about to go over the top, never to be seen, and in many cases never to be found, again. I thought it was stirring stuff, heart breaking, poignant, and in the case of many a British Tommy, blackly amusing…never say fucking die…sometimes all there is left is to laugh…

Counterpointing dark subject matter again with a jolly upbeat tune and melody seemed to be key here, and we rattled this off in no time once we’d worked it through. It’s not easy playing as fast as this and keeping it tight, and we’ve been playing it live recently too…a first… As an aside, this was the song I mentioned earlier that Paul hadn’t learned before coming in to sing…ironic in that he singled it out in a demo playing session we’d had months earlier as a real contender and couldn’t wait to get his teeth into it…another sign I suppose of how disenchanted he’d become…

BARBARA (SHANGRI-LA) This was about my first ever girlfriend. I met Barbara when I was 15…there were a lot of firsts involved... She wore a particular perfume, can’t remember the name but can smell it even now…and I haven’t seen her for over 35 years. One day during this time I was at home and needed to rescue something from the attic. I was rummaging about through an old box I didn’t know was there and found a bag with some junk in it. I tipped it out and one of the things I saw was one of those perfume tester bottles you can get…not knowing what it was I unscrewed the cap and had a sniff…and there was Barbara in my minds’ eye…the smell took me straight back all those years…I couldn’t believe it and it had such an effect on me I told JJ about it on the phone the next time we spoke…"you should write a song about that” he said…

We tried all kinds on this, and it went through loads of adjustments and arrangements and even titles before we found it. I played 12 string Rickenbacker on it, I think you can still hear it somewhere in there…but I was floundering with the arrangement for days before JJ and I sat for a whole day on it and pulled it into shape…I had a real blank on it but he could see what I couldn’t. This was one of the first songs we recorded I seem to remember, and I also remember Dave getting hold of a theremin to try in the middle…giving it a ‘Good Vibrations’ vibe…but they’re so unpredictable and difficult to master we ended up using a virtual one instead…much more stable and user friendly…the original one is still kicking about somewhere though…saw it not long ago… Wonder sometimes if Barbara has ever heard this…

I HATE YOU The topic of much discussion at the time of its release…and he still won’t say who it’s about…though we all have our suspicions. This was an acoustic bash along that JJ came up with one afternoon…not sure when…don’t think he had it in Looe. Anyway he played it to me one day and I fell about laughing telling him we should use it. I’d just got hold of a Fender Stratocaster, not a model of guitar I have too much love for, but thought it would be great on this as a kind of Johnny Cash pastiche. This is an absolute blast to play. Jet’s brush work on this is superb and he really kicks it along in the up tempo sections. I’m pretty pleased with the harmonica I played on it, and JJ’s vocal is great, as is the walking bass line at which he is so adept…sitting right in the pocket with the drums. There was a jews, or jaws harp lying around and for a laugh I started playing it under the harmonica solo one day…never thinking it would be used…came in the next day and there it was in the mix…

RELENTLESS The last song to be recorded. This is one of our favourites to play live, and a fans’ favourite too so I’m told. Dave rates it in his all-time top 3 band songs. I was talking to Louie in the studio one day and he said something along the lines of “we need something that doesn’t stop…something that hammers along…something relentless”…it jumped into my brain and stayed there. I thought, rather than making the actual music relentless, write about things that just never stop…time and tide, love…all things that are eternal.

The lyrics came pretty quickly, but I laboured long and hard to try and find the right guitar riff…it sounds simple on the record, and it is, but therein lies its power. It took a day of just playing it over and over until I found it…the test is always playing it to the band, and once they got their hands on it, it came to life…I knew it would make sense, but everyone working on it shifts it, and it pulls and pushes and moulds itself in to the finished article…took a little while, and there were quite a few different mixes of this until we found the right one… I’m very proud of this song. It’s actually really quite simple, but Dave’s keys and the driving bass just smack it along, and the chorus is really just one word…I like that…


This album signalled another turning point for the band…one that until it actually happened, we didn’t really see coming. It was my first stab at lead vocals, good or bad, and marked JJ’s return to lead vocals after a 16 year layoff. We went out and played a show 3 weeks after we became 4 again too…and that surpassed all our expectations. It took a while to get used to…but not too
long…by the summer of 2006 we had it down…and this album helped start yet another new era for us…

BAZ/ 14th SEPT 2016

Saturday, January 30, 2016

2015-a year in the life...


Another year gone...where does it go? Unbelievable...I look back on it and, seeing the things we did, it seems simultaneously like yesterday and 10 years ago sometimes...

January started with a trip to JJ's to catch up and talk about possible songs for the March On tour...unseasonably warm even for the South of France, we managed to sit in the garden in t-shirts playing acoustic guitars one afternoon...global warming at its finest...

At the end of that month JJ, Jet and I appeared on BBC Breakfast TV in Manchester...Jet all bundled up in scarf, shades and woolly hat, prompting Boy George to Tweet "Jet Black...a punk Paddington Bear"...The presenters seemed more interested in the band's dalliances with Heroin from days of yore, I get asked one question and am abruptly interrupted by the rude and particularly crass male presenter during my answer...I opt not to speak again...

February is taken up, as most Februarys are these days with rehearsals...We convene in the west country for 2 weeks, have a break, then come back for another week. Sometimes it doesn't last that long, sometimes we need longer, but not often...We tend to know what we're doing...


March of course was tour time...and again, a great time. As it comes around, we always play it down thinking it'll not be as good as last year, or the year before that...and it always is...Our expectations are surpassed, and we still look at each other with 'wow' expressions on our faces...hard to put into words how it makes us feel...but I think you know...

April is a quiet month...nothing going on but the rent...

May is a very varied month. We play in a marquee in Belfast city centre...always fantastic to go there, we don't go enough...

Then me and my mate Merv go on a road trip of a lifetime on our motorcycles, getting a ferry from Portsmouth to Bilbao and riding through Spain and along rhe bottom of France, culminating in a gig for Harley Davidson in St Tropez in the south of France...full of posing arrogant Europeans on very silly machines, but still worth a look...When I arrive home I discover I've ridden over 2000 miles. 

The month is rounded off by 2 cracking shows in Greece...despite all the economic problems both shows completely sell out and we're looked after very well. You always go to places like these and assume you'll never go again...somehow you always do.

June is a relatively quiet month but is punctuated by festival in Belgium early on, and rounded off by a superb show at the Eden Project in Cornwall with Motorhead...The weather surpasses itself and 5,000 people bask in the early evening sun as we take the stage. Despite us being pretty consistent in our performances most of the time, we play and sound particularly good on this occasion and win over a lot of hairy people during the next hour...It's all smiles as we leave sweaty and triumphant...

Backstage we encounter a very frail looking Lemmy who has a distant and glassy look to his eyes but is still friendly as only he can be...He and JJ embrace and him and I shake hands and exchange brief pleasantries...

It's the last time we'll ever see him...

July is a pretty varied and quite busy month too. We travel to London on the 9th to do a video with Simple Minds who we'll be touring with at the end of the year. Jim Kerr has come up with the idea of us playing together and making a promo to be streamed nearer the time...it's also his birthday and after we do the number, a combined version of 'Grip', the bubbly and cake appear and we all toast him as he stands looking slightly sheepish. Charlie Burchill then breaks the whisky out ,and it's with slightly blurred vision that we leave them later that afternoon, looking forward to seeing them all in the winter. Lovely day...

We then play a small series of club dates as we've done for the last couple of years, taking in Worthing, Hampton Pool, York, Middlesbrough, Holmfirth and Blackburn...The York gig being the hottest gig I've personally ever done in my life...ask anyone who was there...unbelievable...

August starts with the famous Scots Festival Belladrum, which takes place up near Inverness. I opt to ride up on the bike and it's a very pleasant journey indeed...The weather holding out nicely. We're on with the Kaiser Chiefs who are fans and mates, and the whole thing is set in a lovely forest clearing surrounded by mountains. Earlier in the summer they'd played in Sunderland with the Foo Fighters and a fan had presented Ricky with a football shirt complete with his name on the back...him not being a football fan at all, never mind a Sunderland fan, asked me if I wanted it...bless him...My daughter is a Kaisers fan, and when I give it to her, her face is a picture...

Unfortunately due to the late running of the previous act, Martha Reeves and the Vandellas would you believe (who can still sing like a bird) our set is cut short which we're none too happy about...We make our feelings known and people tend to give us a wide berth after that until we leave the festival site...bit of an anti-climax to say the least...Still, the ride was good...

We then do a couple of shows in the west country and Warwickshire which go without too many hitches, and then my favourite part of the whole summer...JJ'S too...

We're doing a festival in the Ardennes region of Belgium, and myself, JJ, Merve the Swerve and 2 motorcycle journalists ride down from England in a convoy to do the show...Merve and I getting a ferry from Hull and meeting the other 3 at a hotel near Zeebrugge...They're covering it for Motorcycle News (MCN) and also want to take in the gig...It turns out to be a fabulous weekend...The weather is sublime, the gig is superb, 10,000 folks in a gorgeous old city square, and the riding is an absolute dream...Of course, you can't have things your way all the time, and on getting back to Hull 2 days later, it's pissing down...I mean absolutely stair rodding it, and when I arrive home 3 hours later I'm soaked to the bone despite all my expensive protective clobber...If the weather wants to get in, ride through it long enough and it will...

Doesn't dampen my thoughts about that weekend though...it'll live long in the memory...

September is traditionally a holiday month for us...and providing there's no work to do, we try to relax...I go to JJ'S for another week of playing, writing and drinking...and we get a few little nuggets recorded for later...

The three stooges-France 2015
As we've an unusual November tour of Europe coming up we spend most of October rehearsing and getting ready...it's going to be an intense jaunt...16 shows in 19 days in 5 countries...3 days off....

And it couldn't be better...at least until the end of the French leg. It's normal for it to take 2 or 3 shows to bed in on a tour...iron out the wrinkles and get things seamless...but we don't even need that this time...We hit the ground running from the very first show and don't look back. It's apparent that all the playing we've been doing has really paid off, and we're as tight as I can ever remember us being. 

Then we hit Strasbourg...it’s the final night of a very triumphant French tour...we're heading into Switzerland tomorrow for a rare visit there, and things couldn't be better...until we're told to switch on our TV's because something has happened in Paris...something bad we're told...

I've mentioned the tour bubble before. Every band on tour gets it, and everyone associated with a tour understands it. You just don't know what's going on in the outside world most of the time, so it's with abject horror that we watch the events unfold around the Bataclan with absolute disbelief...I'm thinking of the layout of the place...We've played there...I had a birthday there...I was hoisted up onto the shoulders of fans and carried around the place there...like that famous picture of Bobby Moore holding the world cup at Wembley...I know how intimate that place is...and I can't imagine what those poor kids inside must have gone through...all that needless carnage and horror in such close proximity...We sit and admire the tactics of the French police...no fucking messing about...They formulate a plan, act on it, and are merciless with those responsible...exactly as it should be...but nothing will ever bring those poor unfortunate kids back...kids who'd only gone to see a show...The poor merchandising guy who was shot was known to some of our guys too...

It's with heavy hearts that we cross over into Switzerland the next day. We're anticipating a thorough shake down as we try to enter, in my opinion, one of Europe's strangest countries...but nothing could be further from the truth...They don't even stop us and we cruise on to Zurich for the next show. The rest of the tour is a blur really...I know it was great and our Wonky counterparts do us proud for the last 2 Dutch gigs...really charging the atmosphere...but it's hard to shake the images from Paris...especially with armed guards and police at all the remaining shows...keeping a low profile but there none the less...

Final gig of Euro tour
So we finally arrive in London with 3 days off before our first Simple Minds gig at the O2...

I sleep for pretty much the whole of the first one and don't do much for the other two either...The last 3 weeks have been very intense, and although extremely enjoyable, totally knackering too...

We do 5 shows with the Minds and enjoy every one. It's great when the pressure is off a bit and you can just enjoy it and leave...We were in the bar most nights by 8.30...

Both camps are tight but there's still plenty of time for a good crack with them all, and I enjoy a particular flight sitting next to Jim Kerr where we get to know each other much better...him telling me his first ever football match was on holiday in England and his dad took him to Roker Park in Sunderland to watch one of the world cup games of 1966...He was 5...bless his little cotton socks...

They've got a great crew, just like ours...Some faithful lads who've been there for years, through thick and thin...but also they had a couple of production managers who were hired in just for the tour...and I couldn't let this opportunity pass without giving our opinion on them...I won't get too het up about it but suffice it to say that if we never see those 2 wankers again it'll be too soon...If you've seen the footage of JJ blundering across the stage in Aberdeen when Simple Minds were on, or if you were at the gig itself and wondered what on earth he was doing, it was a direct swipe at these 2 pleasant individuals...and it worked...The confrontation afterwards between JJ and one of these chaps was worth the price of the admission alone...I laughed my arse off for 10 solid minutes...The one way to hit out at a jobsworth prick like that is to make him fail completely in his job...in full view of everyone...and my erstwhile colleague did just that...total humiliation...I love it...


Dave and I got the train home the next day, me leaving him in Edinburgh as he ploughed on home. We then did the Christmas thing and reconvened to fly to Poland on the 29th for a new year’s eve television special...miming to 4 songs musically but singing live in front of 75,000 people in a Wroclaw city square and 16,000,000 live on Polish TV...a weird but actually very enjoyable experience...

When we took to the stage for our final bit at 1.40 in the morning it was minus 8 degrees... 

We fly home on new year’s day and sleep for the rest of the week...

Who says we don't suffer for our art...

This year promises to be as productive as the last...We've of course got the much anticipated Black and White tour in March, and then with barely time to turn around, New Zealand and Australia in April...

The festival season will be upon us in the summer, and there are quite a few things being mooted for later in the year too...can't say too much about any of that yet as I don't know to be honest...but that's the beauty isn't it? 

Baz/30th Jan 2016