I have to introduce this one myself; I’ve known Steve J since our first day at University in Dundee. You’ll be able to read about it in his memoir coming up soon, and possibly mine when I create a spare few weeks to write it (so not in the immediate, then…). We have a lot of things in common, but love of music is right up at the top of the list. I’ve loved Steve longer than I’ve loved my wife (and that’s a long, long time) and I’m flattered that he’s given me a couple of mentions here. No money changed hands but there was the matter of a copy of “Eminent Hipsters”, although I think he earned that for his lovely speech at my significant birthday a few weeks ago where he even surprised me when he said that I’d done a DJ support for John Peel in Dundee. How do you forget you’ve done that? Anyway, I always love to read his work so here you go (oh, it’s Allan, by the way, but you’ll work that out anyway). Take it away Mr J:

It’s been an odd year. Because I haven’t been around as much as I would like to have been due to various personal stuff and because of various things that have happened, I’ve not been as receptive to new music as I might have normally been and so I found myself going back. Way back…..and remembering stuff.

The Sweet

I’ve reviewed this so I won’t spend ages repeating myself. Read the review from the Holmfirth Picturedrome. If you want to inhale the seventies, hold it in and exhale slowly, have a night out with this bunch. We Just Haven’t Got A Clue What To Do. It’s ugly, a bit awkward, exuberant and a bit tacky. It’s a Teenage Rampage Now. Now. Now…..Rebel Rebel…

The Doobie Brothers (Photo by Dan Harr/Invision/AP)

The Doobie Brothers

A lot is said about Americans. Some of it is very critical. Some of it is very fair. Some of it misses the things they are Really Good At. You want sparkling, harmonically – perfect, every single tune you want we’ll play, give the people what they want magical, without a note out of place, without a single bedraggled harmony, with a repertoire which would embarrass The Eagles, these are the lads. Oh my God it was perfect. Even when the house lights at the O2 decided to send a subliminal message to the massed ranks of 50 something males to go for a pee, they still came on and slaughtered 20,000 with pitch perfect “Listen to the Music” and “Long Train Runnin’”. Time in a Bottle.

Roy Wood

One of the great joys of being a director of a couple of commercial radio stations is on the odd occasion you get a good lig. Roy Wood was kind enough to open our Derbyshire Dales / Staffordshire station, Ashbourne Radio in 2008. He lived nearby at the time and as we’d virtually had a standing order to buy his singles in the seventies, we were just overwhelmed to be sitting next to him and shooting the breeze with him whilst preparing to play “Flowers in the Rain” by the Move just as Radio One had for their first tune. Didn’t quite work out that way due to technical reasons which are part of a forthcoming book, as it turned out; but anyway, we were delighted to be Roy’s guests at the Buxton Opera House a few weeks back.

Once onstage he explained to us that he’d fallen for that 4 – saxophone rock n roll thing, hence the rock n roll band – and it was for life. Jeff Lynne clearly thought otherwise and went all fiddles and everything and fair play to him – it did, after all, work out Quite Well. But you can just see the parting of the ways in that simple transaction; you do the strings and stuff, I’ll do the saxophones and we’ll see how it pans out. See you, mate. And so The Move split and became ELO and Roy Wood’s Wizzard.

But first…..’Going to a Party, meet me on after school…..’ and Roy hits the audience with The Move’s 1972 top five hit, “California Man”. Straight off the back of that into ‘Ball Park Incident’ – and we’re off and running.  Yes of course he plays bloody Christmas Everyday, what do you want for your money? But it’s a whole lot more than that. Great musicianship from a band who can really rock n roll and a guy who really understands how it works. A master musician, still turning his trick with pride and rightly so; and hugely, hugely respected by those who feel just every now and then, we Brits did actually get to the very heart of the matter. I mean. Did you ever hear a better impersonation of Bill Haley and the Comets than “Are You Ready to Rock?” With bagpipes?

Graham Parker

Very weird, this. MusicRiot Ubersnapper Mr A McKay and I saw this guy in action in Scotland when we were DJing there back in the seventies – we did a support gig with him and Allan took some ace shots of him in action.  We also sat with him and the rest of The Rumour – his stunningly soulful band – whilst he watched himself on Top of the Pops singing “Hey Lord, Don’t Ask Me Questions” in the TV lounge in the venue before he went on. Which is a very strange feeling.

Even stranger as we both watched him performing as Special Guest of Stone Foundation at the Shepherd’s Bush Empire a mere 40 years later. He negotiated his way through a back-catalogue of his greatest hits and should-have-been-hits, in an acoustic stylee, and then came on during the final stages of Stone Foundation’s victorious headline appearance to light up the proceedings with a blistering version of ‘(I’m Gonna’) Tear Your Playhouse Down’, courtesy of Ann Peebles via Paul Young.

This was a classic case of ‘it’s the songs, stupid’. Much though Graham Parker is a great singer and can wrangle the soul out of a lyric like few others, at the time he was accused of writing chants and slogans rather than songs. Oh, really? Try “You Can’t Be Too Strong”, or “White Honey”. He had hits, he toured successfully, he did all the stuff you’d expect a successful writer and musician to do. But he was undoubtedly sold short by a music business that didn’t quite know what to do with him. I profoundly hope that one day soon, whilst he remains the sprightly and able musician he is now, he will tour with a full-on soul band with a wicked horn section, cracking rhythm section and all that that implies. Whether or not that means a reformation of The Rumour remains to be seen. Never say never again. Please.

Donald Fagen

A night out with Mr McKay to the O2 as part of an amazing cultural long weekend with the maestro of the telephoto. We had both been fans of the darkly amusing Don and Walt show since probably about 1972 when we both bought copies of the life – changing ‘Do It Again’ and ‘Rikki Don’t Loser That Number’ a year or so later. ‘Send it off in a letter to yourself’ i.e. post yourself a joint, you’re unlikely to get nicked.

Funny.

He’s in his late sixties now and his long time partner in crime, Walter Becker, has just died. ‘That’s something I’m just gonna have to live with’, he explains to us at the O2 with typical understatement (with huge undercurrents.)

Send It Off In A Letter To Yourself.

Donald Fagen’s newly ‘solo’ Steely Dan ‘Organisation’ is a sort of jazz/funk  collective which regularly kicks into gear and plays extremely direct and passionate ‘Dan’ classics; occasionally it meanders around, jazz noodles a bit, picks up the thread, plays a stunning version of Fagen’s solo “New Frontier”, and strips the paint off of “Peg”. I can’t help feeling the lack of “Do It Again” and “Rikki” should be punishable by at least a mild flogging and not performing “FM – No Static At All” whilst in the presence of broadcasting royalty is of course unforgivable. However  and despite Fagen’s understandable breathlessness, they blast through “My Old School” with something approaching venom and give “Reeling In The Years” a poignant and heartfelt airing which brought more than the odd tear to the eye, I’ll tell thee. Ironically.

Have you had enough of mine?

Fair enough. The things that pass for knowledge I can’t understand.

Steve Jenner December 2017

Steve JThis is one that’s always worth waiting for. Steve Jenner’s a Director/Presenter for Ashbourne Radio and High Peak Radio and his occasional pieces for MusicRiot are always entertaining and packed with insider insight. This is Steve’s brief summary of the highlights of 2015.

Blimey -- it’s nearly Christmas and everything and I ain’t done nuthin. And I promised Allan a High Fives. OK; here we go.

 

Georgie FameBest old guy doing a live set – Georgie Fame

I went to the O2 for BluesFest 2015 and Georgie Fame was playing in the afternoon in what amounted to the foyer. We only just missed him being inducted into his town’s Hall Of Fame when we headed North for our tour of same on our boat during the awful summer but the tickets had sold out so it was a rare treat to see him in London.

He is possibly the coolest 70 year old in the world. He plays this huge organ thing and plays the bass bits with the foot pedals as there is no bass player. He did some lovely Ray Charles bits and did his classic “Yeah Yeah” annexed to “Green Onions” which predictably had me blubbing but also did a gorgeous, and I mean gorgeous, version of ‘Funny How Time Slips Away’ with a couple of nods to “Sitting In The Park” which I would have crawled miles to hear. Yer Man Georgie, he understands.

Yes, he looked grumpy and shouted at some guy who filmed him for a bit too long in order to post some awful clip on the Tube but at the end of it a fine band, fronted by one of music’s originals, played a fine set in the capital to an audience balanced finely between the diffident and the knowing. I rate it as one of my finest half hours of the year. You can do what you like.

Soultime TitleBest Album – Southside Johnny and The Asbury Jukes – “Soultime!”

Oh, just listen to the bloody thing. It is gorgeous. The more you listen to it the more you realise it is a work of genius. In a soulless year, it drips soul, and hunger and desperation and love. Yes, I do use the four letter word in terms of the raw soul excavations of these musicians. So it isn’t sexy in conventional terms. I read Michael Herr’s ‘Dispatches’ while I Iistened to this with a Vietnam reflex but you can do what you like. But do listen to it.

Ian Siegal ScrollerBest Live Set – The Ian Siegal Band

He really was the best of a very good bunch at the Prudential Blues Fest 2015 at the O2. He also did the best line in put-downs for those who chose to carry on bowling in the adjacent alley. The Blues Band came a close second.

I first interviewed Ian Siegal on a pirate station in Nottingham in the very early nineties. When he arrived at our studio he was in a bit of a state but hey, was he special.

And many years later, he remains so. His band picked their way through James Brown to Cajun through to and perhaps more significantly chicano rock ‘n’ roll, and the blues kept rearing its exceedingly ugly head. He’s older now than when I saw him last (Bill Wyman’s Rhythm Kings in Buxton) but he’s also a sadder and wiser man. And that just feeds them blues. I loved it and was proud to see him take London by storm, which he did. You can do what you like but if you don’t catch this guy and his band in 2016, you is missing out and you deserve to.

Frank SkinnerBest broadcasting jolly – RadioCentre inviting me to the Radio Academy Hall Of Fame Dinner and Presentation in Birmingham

And why should I say so? Because I sat on the next table to Frank Skinner, who was inducted, and was introduced by Adrian Chiles, and both of them were hilarious. Also Pete Tong and Victoria Derbyshire and Nihal Arthanayake, but to be honest it was all about Frank Skinner who was cripplingly funny. It is indeed strange how some folks who ain’t really radio broadcasters, become so. Also I got to meet inductee Tony Butler, the guy who Invented and I mean invented, the football radio phone in. Radio phone-in question eg; ‘What is green?’ After 2 hours – Answer – ‘Grass, Tony’. ‘Correct’.

Wonderful. The guy is A Legend. Sony Lifetime Award 2007. Born 1935. You can do what you like but if you manage to do it as long as this guy did, well, power to you.

Ben E KingBye 5 2015

Ben E King.

Loads of contenders this year and you can do what you like -- but I have spoken.

“Stand by Me”. Statement of pride, solidarity, and faith in people. He was lead singer with The Drifters around the time of “Save the Last Dance for Me” and was one of the Atlantic soul stable who sang with dignity, class and quality. He also gave a significant proportion of his earnings to local charities.

I was on the guest list in Derby in 2013 when he toured with Gary US Bonds. Time stopped during “Stand by Me”, but during “Spanish Harlem” I almost burst. Timeless, timeless beauty, you see. And it is slipping away. And here comes 2016.

And there’s your High Five for this year.