The Comedy of Errors: Trinity - No John No (22 May 1992)

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True story - it’s just gone midnight (27 June) I’m writing this in my kitchen currently waiting for an emergency locksmith to come out to open the jammed kitchen door.  I’ve been stuck in my kitchen since 9.30pm.

During Donald Trump’s recent state visit to the UK, I saw a couple of long-distance friends of mine put posts on social media which attacked those who were protesting his visit.  Some comments even described such protestors as an embarrassment to the country.  I took to my Facebook page to back the protestors and warn against normalising Trump by demonising those protesting against him.  One of my friends replied that their issue with the protestors was not their antipathy towards Trump as a person (which they agreed with) but rather the lack of respect towards the office of the President of the United States.  As ever, arguments went round in circles as people weighed in to reason that there was no point in any of us showing deference to the office of President while the current incumbent does so much to shame it.  However, in listening to this track, I’ve come up with a rationale for despising Trump while respecting him and all other holders of the office of President of the United States.  I take my hat off to them all for their courage and willingness to take on a job in which someone, somewhere will invariably be plotting to kill them.

In the West, the shorthand for political assassination usually leads us almost unthinkingly towards the United States.  Four Presidents have died from assassination while still serving their terms: Abraham Lincoln, James A. Garfield, William McKinley and John F. Kennedy.

Newsflash - the locksmith is here and trying to get the door open.  It didn’t work from the hall side, now he’s squeezed through the kitchen window and is trying to release it from my side.  Will we ever get out of here?

1:05am 27 June - the locksmith got me out about 20 minutes ago.  Time for bed. I’ll be back with more stories of Presidential brushes with death tomorrow. Goodnight.

2:28pm - I am sitting in my garden, I haven’t closed a door in my house since last night. It’s doubtful that I will do so again for as long as I live here.  Anyway...

Ronald Reagan is the only serving president to survive having been shot.  Indeed his near-death In 1981 marks the last real in person assassination attempt on a US President, although I can’t remember any coverage about the grenade thrown at George W. Bush in Tbilisi in 2005.  Gerald Ford had to endure 2 separate attempts on his life in the space of 3 weeks in September 1975.  The first of which
saw him reaching out to shake hands with his would-be assassin, a former follower of Charles 
Manson, who, luckily for Ford, had failed to load a bullet into the chamber of her gun.
There have been other attempts on Presidents’ lives since the early 80s, though these have mostly involved people taking a punt on firing guns at The White House in the hope of getting lucky. In his 1996 book, Downsize This, Michael Moore cites CIA sources that reveal Bill Clinton received up to 1500 death threats a year, and this was long before social media amplified such behaviour.  It says a lot about the country that its political class can have guns fired at them at presidential, Governor, Senatorial and Congressional level and STILL takes no steps to minimise gun violence.  If it won’t protect its leaders, what chance do America’s infant schoolers have?

So, musicians are spoilt for choice when it comes to using American assassinations as the context for their music.  However, the JFK murder remains the default setting, probably because of the web of questions and conspiracies around it.  Trinity aren’t (isn’t) worried about any of that in No John No, instead the track focuses on the incident itself and the sense of shock and disbelief that an on the ground news-reporter would have gone through had they been witnessing the events.  Between the recreated vignettes and snatches of mimicked Jackie Kennedy reactions, we get dated Italiano piano figures, Darth Vader-style breathing and cascading bleeps that sound like the desperate attempts to get information about the shooting out to a stunned and disbelieving world.  It is only as the track enters its final moments that we realise that the breathing is Kennedy’s and the bleeps fall away to a single, flatlining tone on his heart-rate monitor at Parkland Hospital.

To his lifelong surprise and pride, John Peel twice played a walk-on role during the story of America’s Camelot years. Shortly after moving to Dallas, Peel went to see Kennedy’s campaign roll into town during the election process of 1960.  As Kennedy mingled with the crowds, Peel shook his hand and wished him luck.  Surprised to hear a British accent in Dallas, Kennedy began talking to Peel about his background and asking what had brought him to the States and how he was getting on.  In Peel’s telling of the story, Kennedy pulled off that politicians’ skill that can make the person they
are talking to genuinely feel like they are the most important person that the politician has ever met.  Bill Clinton was similarly credited with this skill, which perhaps explains a lot when considering his
and Kennedy’s private lives.  JFK posed for a couple of photos for Peel and although he couldn’t vote for him, left the young Englishman a card-carrying Democrat for the remainder of his time in America.
To clarify his remarks at the end of the video, Peel did not witness the assassination but he went down to Dealey Plaza for the aftermath and after blagging his way into a press conference by claiming to be a journalist with the Liverpool Echo, he saw Lee Harvey Oswald being arraigned for the Press as chief suspect for the assassination.  I will let Peel relate the full story and colour for you in the video below which features a 1996 telephone interview with him.  The video also includes footage from the Abraham Zapruder cinefilm of the assassination  including the notorious frame 313 where Kennedy is fatally shot in the head with a second bullet, however this image is negavitised which dilutes the impact somewhat for any squeamish viewers.

A few more links for you.  In 1993, Peel was one of a number of talking heads in a documentary about UK reaction to the assassination.

For conspiracy theorists, I present both of Alex Cox’s introductions for the brilliant 1974 film, The Parallax View which uses the glut of assassinations from the previous decade as the inspiration for a thriller about a shadowy corporation which seeks to recruit assassins and, most crucially, “patsies”or political killings.  The recruitment montage scene is one of the most thrillingly realised sequences in 1970s cinema.  Cox’s 1993 intro as part of a 30th anniversary night on BBC 2 dedicated to Kennedy features plenty of detail about conspiracy theories, potential culprits and elements which can be found in The Parallax View such as military-industrial complexes and the amazing number of deaths that afflicted witnesses and (especially) journalists in the immediate years after the assassination.  His 1988 intro for the much missed Moviedrome is 10 minutes shorter but devastating in its concise summation of what the assassinations of JFK, Robert Kennedy and Martin Luther King meant both
for America and the world.

The Robert Kennedy assassination effectively tipped 1960s youth from the peace and love optimism of the previous 18 months to a more revolutionary centred mindset.  One which it was far easier for establishments to quell, through brute force and implementation of the law on a movement which lacked both coherent strategy or leaders who could galvanise the numbers needed to fully effect lasting change.  Peel was broadcasting on Night Ride while Bobby was still fighting for his life. His first edition of Top Gear in the weekend after RFK’s death has a good half an hour of material available through the John Peel wiki and includes mention of letters received thanking Peel for his words about the Kennedy assassination, which vied for listeners’ attention with a competition to give producer, Bernie Andrews new tortoise a name.

“That’s my mate, John. He’s President of the United States now, you know.”

Videos courtesy of Webbie (thanks as always) and Fillerzine.

The Comedy of Errors: Orson Karte - Tonight (22 May 1992)

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When it comes to assessing this wonderfully dreamy, chilled out piece of techno house, we need to talk about names.  Artist names and track titles are the listener’s first point of contact with any musical artefact.  If a person is record shopping in a laissez-faire, ‘surprise me’ mindset then names, titles and cover art all have their part to play in sealing the deal.  John Peel admitted that whenever he went out and shopped for records, he would, quite naturally be drawn to records that stood out in this way.
Alas, had he seen the debut release by Lex Blackmore and Julian Dembinski on one of these trips, he would probably have passed on it.  He confessed to dreading having to cue up a record by a collective with the name Orson Karte (say it quickly if you’re puzzled as to why).  I’m still of the childlike mindset that finds the name quite smart, but I would have probably thought twice at seeing the track title, which is one of the most overused in popular music.  Wikipedia lists over 70 examples of songs called Tonight and you can guarantee that there will be many more from artists who haven’t yet or never will deserve their own wiki page.  It may be irrational of me, but I feel instinctively prejudiced against songs called Tonight.  It shows a lack of inventiveness though Blackmore and Dembinski could argue that they saved all their invention for the track itself, which I love, especially when the counter-synth line comes in around 3:32.

They do such a good job that the track may just be able to find a place among my own, resentfully admired songs called Tonight.  However, I’m not sure which of The Move, Supergrass or McAlmont and Butler it would dislodge.

Video courtesy of Duckkkarma

The Comedy of Errors: The Family Cat - Too Many Late Nights [Peel Session] (22 May 1992)

This track’s been knocking about on this blog for two years.  When I covered two other tracks from this session’s original broadcast, I had to share them using the video of the complete sssion.  Too Many Late Nights was another standout, but under the terms that I set myself - only select and blog about tracks you hear on Peel recordings - I couldn’t devote any special attention to it.  Happily, the repeat of the session on this night’s show means that it can now get its moment in the sun.

What comes across to me about The Family Cat’s Peel Session is both the novelistic, storytelling feel of their lyrics and their strident melancholy.  Both Furthest From the Sun and Prog One on the earlier post were structured like character studies - the lamentation of a dead woman and a forced break-up respectively.  They contained achingly sad sentiments but blasted through an invigoratingly powerful racket.  Too Many Late Nights continues this approach setting its protagonist amidst debauched late night excess and in the company of dozens of people who are his best friend for that night.  There’s plenty of sex and substances on offer and he takes his fill of it, but all the while, he knows that it’s empty and unfulfilling.  Somewhere along the line, a true love has got away and each lonely morning that follows the frenzied evening brings that reality home like rainfall coming “through the cracks in the frame” of the bedroom windows.
The only thing that works against it slightly is that Paul Fredrick doesn’t have the lived in voice needed to fully convey the debauchery, but this doesn't really matter given that the track is about emotional hollowness and the desperate need to fill that.  While the pain of the break-up has to be endured, then sybaritic means will have to do, despite the fact that they ultimately lead to another kind of loneliness.  He does a fine job of getting this emptiness across.  It probably wasn’t their intention, but the final result comes across as an excellent, hard-rocking update of similar themed songs of excess and emotional emptiness such as Herman’s Hermits No Milk Today or Another Night by The Hollies, both of who were to become important bands to me in 1992.

Video courtesy of Vibracobra23Redux.

The Comedy of Errors: The Capris - There’s a Moon Out Tonight (22 May 1992)

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It’s a curious quirk of timing that shortly after this blog has covered Peel’s favourite ever song, we now come to consider one of the most important songs in his life.  Like Teenage Kicks, this 1960 slice of doo-wop was included by him on his 2002 FabricLive compilation.  Indeed, if like me, your first hearing of it was on that album, it’s impossible not to listen to the final drum beat on There’s a Moon Out Tonight without expecting to hear it immediately cue up this.

As is often the case with doo-wop, you’re paying for charm and loveliness in lieu of any great profundity.  The Capris originally wrote and recorded the song in 1958 and signed the rights over to two men who wanted to manage them with the promise of wider exposure.  Inevitable silence followed and the group disbanded.  As tenor Frank Reina tells it, in 1960 he was driving to work with the radio on only to hear to his amazement, a disc jockey called Alan Fredericks playing it on the radio.  The track caught the imagination of the public landing at number 3 on the Billboard Hot 100 in 1961.  Despite being a quintet of Italian-American New Yorkers, The Capris’ sound was rooted in a more African-American style.  This led to them getting booked to play in front of black-only crowds in some states including a memorable date in Washington, where they found themselves as the only white act on a bill with  Aretha Franklin and Ike and Tina Turner.  There was to be no follow-up hit though the group has continued to perform live up to the present day and their 1982 composition, The Morse Code of Love garnered a lot of attention only for CBS Records to wimp out on giving it a big release.  Who knows, Peel could have ended up introducing them on an edition of Top of the Pops had that record caught on internationally.

While Peel may have taken care not to over-expose Teenage Kicks once it became recognised as his favourite song, he admitted that he struggled to contain himself when it came to There’s a Moon Out Tonight.  On this night’s programme, he reckoned it was no more than 6 months since he had previously played it. I feel that its enduring appeal to him relates to the time and circumstances in which he heard it: as an Englishman in the United States absorbing a culture of hops and warm moonlit evenings that he would have struggled to find in Heswall.  Furthermore, after spending many years exclusively in male company, either through attending public school or doing National Service, America represented his first prolonged exposure to women.  At 20 years old on arrival in Texas, he was keen to make up for lost time, but was clearly sensitive enough to know that the rhythm and blues/straight blues records that he was buying may not be suitable for romantic assignations.  In the period where he was still just John Ravenscroft, office worker and insurance salesman, There’s a Moon Out Tonight was a perfect record for those days of drive-ins, Impalas and opportunities for sex: “The lucky woman was lying on her sofa as I tussled with her, and after thirty seconds or so, I opened my eyes to enjoy the look of ecstasy I expected to see on her face.  She had her head tipped sideways and with her left hand was leafing through a magazine on the adjoining coffee table.” (John Peel - Margrave of the Marshes (2005) p.184-185, published by Corgi).

Video courtesy of Miss Ellie.

Oliver! appendices: The K-Creative - Zen Flesh Zen Bones (16 February 1992)

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Before we can continue to move on through The Comedy of Errors, we must and I mean MUST take a step back to the days of Oliver! and a track which was on my want list when the blog covered Peel’s show from 16/2/92.

As promised you get funk drum beats and guitar (sounds very James Brown to me, but I’m not sure from where), sales slogans, Tibetan children singing, flute scales and in its final movements, an attempt to try and aurally distill the dread of a Lucio Fulci film.  The recording has been taken directly from Peel’s show and ends with his (cough) endorsement.  It’s a gem and I’m so pleased to be able to include it here at last.

Video courtesy of Zen Bromley (who was part of the K-Creative)

The Comedy of Errors: John Peel Show - BBC Radio 1 (Saturday 16 May 1992)

I won’t keep you long with these notes because most of the interesting stuff from the 90 odd minutes of the show that I heard are to be found dotted among the various selections from it that I’ve been posting over the last few weeks.

Only one track out of those on my original lists ending up falling from favour:

Dennis Brown featuring Maxi Priest and Shabba Ranks - Fever - with that cast list, this should be a shoo-in for inclusion.  Shabba Ranks played a major part in one of my favourite selections from the Oliver! shows after all. But this track from Brown’s Blazing! album always had a question mark against it and when I went to listen to it again, a week or so back, I just wanted to curl up and hide from it within the first 15 seconds. A little too busy for me, I guess.

I am still on the lookout for the terrific Go Work! by Sin City Disciples (goodness there’s a profusion of exclamation marks among these titles tonight, isn’t there?) which remains as stonkingly brilliant as it was when Peel played it two weeks earlier.  Maybe it will turn up once I’ve completed all the selections for The Comedy of Errors and it can be blogged as an appendix.  Speaking of which....

Peel’s full tracklisting

The Comedy of Errors: Freefall - Love in Idleness/Our Eyes [Peel Session] (16 May 1992)

Note - my two picks run from 7:00 to 14:18 on the video.

This is a bit of an odd one. Freefall popped up in a couple of Peel programmes through early 1992 and recorded a session for him which was first broadcast on 4/4/92.  Up until 22 July 2018, nothing from them was shareable, but the redoubtable YouTube uploader, FruitierThanThou turned up trumps again.  Their channel is a treasure trove of sessions not just from Peel shows but a number of BBC disc jockeys up to the present day.

Freefall’s session was repeated on 16/5/92.  I only caught one track, Our Eyes, but as the whole session is available I’ve selected a bonus inclusion for this blog.  Regardless of the contortions that I put myself through in terms of citing tracks that would go on the mixtape, the whole session remains a good example of the wave of contradictory feelings that I have towards Freefall.

In the past, I mentioned that their sound was “like 1984 never ended” or that they “sounded like The Cure fronted by a teenage bingo caller.”  Oddly, while I gave a thumbs up to a previously unavailable studio version of Shine, I find that the session version of the same track makes it sound, to borrow from David Nobbs’s description of a politician’s voice, like the musical equivalent of a foggy day.  I found I could also live without the wannabe epic, 7 minute opening track, Green and Blue because, once again, the singer sounds like he’s got a cold and that aural snot ends up dragging the track into the realms of tedium.

And yet when it does come together, Freefall are a delight.  Rather than aping The Cure or trying to do restrained shoegaze, they sound at their best when they mine similar ground to that dug by The House of Love around the time of their seminal debut album from four years earlier.  Love in Idleness blends acoustics and delicately picked electric guitar around a lyric of such beauty that one has to wonder whether Guy Chadwick mentally projected it straight to them:
“In the pupil of an ugly eye.
Entranced on a bed of a heather.
An oasis of pebbles stuck on a fern (sic?)
Entangled by weeds and parasites”

From this somewhat unpromising pitch, the track goes on to set out an enchanting natural sanctuary for young lovers to escape and worship each other:

“Your white hot mind seduces me (sic?)
I fall forever to your kiss.
I feel the leaves, I can see the sky.
In the clear blue light of loving (sic?)”. (And if those aren’t the lyrics, then they jolly well should be!)

It’s so beautifully put together, I feel like petitioning the BBC to use it as a theme tune for Gardeners’ Question Time.

Our Eyes, by contrast, is a little more obviously shooting for mainstream success hampered by the extended opening and thin vocals in the verses. , However, I like the harmonies and chorus line and the fact that it’s about kissing.
For Freefall, a kiss off was about to come from the music industry.  Despite the presence of Boo Radley, Martin Carr in the producer’s chair, the Dehydrate EP, featuring both of the songs selected here, was their sole release.  A monument to a band who could sound simultaneously dated and timeless often within the same verse.

Video courtesy of FruitierThanThou.
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