Tuesday, 1 May 2007

May - The Rise of Rythmn n' Blues

Hi lovers of Brumbeat, all Brummies wherever you may be, and all those who are not either of the former!?

Well we've had a couple of months worth of lunacy and without wanting to be a boring fart, I think I'll take the opportunity to give my sanity a rest this month and talk from a personal perspective about the birth of Rythmn and Blues groups in Birmingham that was such a feature of the early to mid sixties music. A little bit of Headstock fun too for the guitarists out there......... but first.........




On behalf of the Alex's Pie Stand Musicians Gourmet Association I would like to wish a fond farewell to Birminghams own - HP Sauce factory - What's a Fleur de Lyse pie without HP?


Another blow to employment to support an increase in conglomerate profits. I imagine the Deputy Prime Minister will be moving to Holland, where the work is going, so the freshly made sauce can be nearer to his enormous collection of very large pies. For those who dont know, HP stood for Harry Palmer - not the Houses of Parliament.






THE RISE OF RYTHMN AND BLUES GROUPS


Most people know that the title "Brumbeat" was only accorded in 1964 as an advertising medium for Birmingham bands at the time of the "Mersey Sound" which also never existed as a sole entity. The real "Beat" part did exist though, throughout the UK. For two or three years from sometime in late 1963 through to about 1966 was the time for Beat groups, or more properly, Rythmn and Blues groups - a cross-over period from pure Rock and Roll to a sound which incorporated the music of the blues as a major influence. The Beat Boom.


A LITTLE BACKGROUND UNDERSTANDING.

Before Rock and Roll there was really NOTHING for the youth of the country. The UK was still recovering from the financially crippling effects of the post war years when Rock and Roll raised its ugly head above the 'decency' parapet. Although "Rocket 88" had been released in 1952, "Rock around the Clock" recorded some two years later is still regarded as the first RnR song (presumably because it was sung by a white guy). The youth music culture had been driven by the all american, clean living USA balladeers dressed in their cardigans and immaculate hairstyles, singing love torn laments about high school sweethearts. There were later British equivalents too like Mark Wynter (Venus in Blue Jeans) or Jess Conrad (Mystery Girl) who, halfway through singing a 'hip' song might just work up their energy levels enough to click a finger. The audience all duly clapped politely and Mums in Britain could see them taking out their daughters. "Such a nice boy".


SING THAT FUNKY MUSIC WHITE BOY

The former US college boy 'crooners' had jumped on the Rock and Roll bandwagon when it arrived, ably assisted by record companies, to cover the songs of those black artists who were arguably, the real originators of Rock and Roll music but these kids never really 'cut the mustard' and were just a watered down version of the real thing. After having sung songs about "swell days in college, I hope she wears my ring" they now had to sing songs that were definitely not college girl material of the day

The songs they now sung were loaded with sexual innuendo but misunderstood by the censors i.e. Jesse Stone's lyrics in Shake Rattle and Roll - "I'm just a one eyed cat peeping in a seafood store" is most certainly not about a one eyed cat and even less about a shop that sells fish!! Still, the censors were not alone in their naive knowledge of "jive" and the whole country regaled in the worst cover version of them all - being the very christian white boy, Pat Boone's, recording of Little Richard's "Tutti Frutti". As the youth demand for Rock and Roll increased the record companies were left with no choice but to promote the black artists, so in the end a few of them won. A lot more didn't. The college boys generally disappeared. Jess Conrad's 'Mystery Girl' has won the worst ever song a few times since then. Of course there were the great white artists too Jerry Lee Lewis (The Killer), Karl Perkins and naturally Elvis Presley who (pre army) was the 'real' gift to Rock and Roll above all others of the time. Black or white.


In the US, girl group The Marvellettes scored a Number One, million seller with 'Please Mr Postman'. Later to be a regular number in The Beatles early R and B stage show. Their first LP release had no picture of the girls on the cover so that reportedly, people wouldn't know they were black.


In the UK, the class war and social structure was such that it suffocated rebeliousness or open minded attitudes and it was armed with moral codes, standards of behaviour and stiff upper lips that had to be maintained. Hypocrisy was rife. Young people who went to jazz clubs were to be avoided at all costs, these were the original 'Beatniks' who had funny dances and shared cigarettes. A female friend of my sisters' was a 'jazzer' and my Father told them that they were not to associate with her because of the manner of her dress - she wore bright blue woolen stockings. Mind you he also said that Cliff Richard was a danger and should be Locked Up!!!!! These days he might well be right.

It was against this sort of stifling moral backdrop that the youth of my Birmingham grew up, really without expectations, leave school - factory job 8 till 5 every day looking for some way to burst free of the system. Live "electrified" rock music was in its infancy but there were already some great Rock n Roll acts in town; Johnny Neal, Danny King, Pat Wayne and the Beachcombers, Gerry Levene, Nicky James with Denny Laine and the Diplomats - the list goes on......

I have taken the time to explain the social structure so much to try to give some perspective on the dynamic impact that the radical changes in music of the 1960' s had on the population - no, the world. It was the spearhead of revolution and open mindedness in the fields of the arts and fashion. Possessing free movement, it changed like a chameleon with new types of music competing for a place in the dance halls. It was like stepping out of a black and white drawing into HDTV full blown colour with lots of channels. The music of Rock and Roll and commercial 'pop-tastic gimmick filled hits' had had its run for a few years and the time for another change was on the cards - duck!!! - the blues sound cometh!

MEANWHILE BACK AT MY HOUSE......

I can't really remember how I first found interest in playing the music of the Blues but I found that I couldn't let go of it again. I must have heard it first at someones house who was related to a 'Beatnik', on their Dansette record player or, if they were posh, their Stereogram (they would have called it "A lovely piece of furniture") - with speakers. I certainly wouldn't have heard blues on the radio because they never played that type of music. It would only be a short matter of time though before I started meeting other young musicians who also had the same depth of passion and interest and we all learned from each other. About a year earlier, Pete Oliver had taught me the rudiments of finger picking when I was interested in playing Chet Atkins stuff,
so I could play along, primitively at first, with those old time blues pickers like Ma Rainey. Willie Dixon, although a bassist, was a hero and his songs were amongst the very best, Hoochie Coochie Man, Spoonfull etc. A lot of my musical friends were still into Cliff and The Shadows or The Ventures type instrumental stuff which had been OK for a while but was now stale, predictable and played without any feeling or innovation.
The blues, on the other hand lent itself to creative application, Lightnin' Hopkins, Muddy Waters, Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee, Big Bill Broonzy, Howlin' Wolf, Jimmy Reed and Robert Johnson amongst others, soon became familiar names to me and became the musicians to learn from. Dimples, My Babe, Smokestack Lightnin', Baby Please Dont Go and a host of other numbers would emanate from my bedroom practice sessions normally accompanied by the parental comments of "What the hell is that stuff your'e playing, its not natural" - it was completely natural for me and I felt at home with the honesty of the recordings and the great repetitive, insistent riffs, as in Rufus Thomas' "Walkin the Dog" for example.
The music of the blues could be re-arranged and played a lot faster (i.e. Rythmn and Blues) which fitted in nicely with those Buddy Holly and Chuck Berry Rock and Roll classics like Not Fade Away, Carol and Johnny B Goode.

Cliff and The Shads, were now the property of the Mums and Dads who saw them on the London Palladium Sunday night TV show, Rock and Roll was no longer fresh and the kids were looking for something new on the horizon to replace that professional, polished approach. Youth fashion was also finding its own niche and there were the beginnings of clothes shops just for teenagers opening.


A telling moment of perceptible change in music, fashion and attitude for me, was one night at The Ritz in Kings Heath. The Modernaires, who were a benchmark group and had been the resident band there for what seemed like an eternity played their set, they were very polished and professional, all good musicians, well dressed and well groomed and playing the hits of the day.


They were followed onto the stage by The Cheetahs, dressed in their animal print outfits, who were also a good act for their time. I had gone specially that night though because unusually for a dance hall, Sonny Boy Williamson was performing there. He was backed by Gary Farr and The T Bones, who visibly dawdled onto the stage, dressed in jeans and old sweaters, carrying a beer in their hands and smoking.

From their opening number I was hooked on the whole anti-establishment attitude.



The kids in the audience found the music hard to dance to but you could tell that there was some interest in the rawness of what they were hearing, probably for the first time. This was R and B (not Chuck Berry RnR) - hard driving blues music powered along by insistent bass playing that thumped into your gut, no echo chamber to ponce up the vocals or guitar solo, very loud, crass, crashing drums. To me, at that moment, the previous two bands seemed like yesterdays news in an instant - image wise and their choice of music.

The group suited the brilliant Sonny Boy Williamson well and his harmonica playing was stunning. You certainly wouldn't take these lot home to meet your folks - in honesty they didn't come across as a great group, musically speaking, they were just the first group I'd seen playing with that attitude and rawness. I was laughing with excitement. There was a definite feeling of "thats what I want to do"... It must have been the same sort of feeling in the mid-seventies when Punk came along to replace the over produced bands who relied on technology and pre-recorded backing tracks to make them sound good. It all comes back to honesty and excitement in the end.


It wasn't long before groups in Brum started changing their style, their choice of material and their volume levels and became great R&B acts but a lot of other "Cliff" type bands with "Hank" type guitarists just faded away or moved onto the cabaret circuit or working mens clubs. There was always plenty of work around for groups then but not for all of them at the cutting edge. Groups that had no immediacy or energy for the music by having spent too many years trying to be perfect didn't fit in and nothing that they could do could save them from the fate of changing fashion trends. Groups with names that ended in -aires or -ettes changed them pretty quickly too. The Modernaires became The Mods, The Dominettes became The Uglys etc....plus, established acts were getting older - a crime in burgeoning youth music. Another surprising thing occurred too, Fender Stratocasters became remarkably unfashionable and sales plummeted with most guitarists switching to Gibsons or Epiphones which gave a harsher sound and better sustain. It was also the end of the road for Hofners and Watkins and the Burns 'Marvin'. Those other guitars that had copied the Stratocaster and had been the mainstay of groups for so many years were now consigned to the garage or loft space. Second hand shops were full of Watkins Copycat echo chambers going cheap.... cheap.... cheap (sorry - I promise to behave!).

It was a time of fantastic excitement, The Beatles were an out-and-out R&B group, The Rolling Stones at their R&B zenith with massive Muddy Waters and Bo Diddley influence, playing Chuck Berry covers, The Animals 1964(House of the Rising Sun), Them - with the revamped 1936 Blues classic "Baby Please dont Go". Along side these were the incredible new numbers coming from groups like The Kinks "You Really Got Me" and "All day and All of the Night" (1964) they were such milestones in music and as a guitarist, were a thrill to play. Later in 1965 came The Small Faces (What' ya gonna do about it) and The Who with their youth anthem "My Generation". It was just improving all the time. All of those acts from that short period went on to be enduring, giant names in the memory of Rock music and you could have seen them all at The Ritz, week after week! By now there was a proper dedicated youth music show on TV, "Ready Steady Go" which went out on Friday evening with their clarion call - the weekend starts here! There was a vitality emerging on the streets and everyone was up for it!!

Birmingham had its fair share of great energetic R&B groups. Denny Laine, at full throttle with The Moody Blues was a sight to see (unlike the latter years armchair variant), the immaculate Steve Winwood with the Spencer Davis group took your breath away with the sheer soul and volume of his voice combined with mature blues musicality. The jive and The Twist disappeared overnight and were replaced by more energentic hip wiggling antics called "The Twitch", in addition the clothes got brighter and more individual. Guys didn't have to wear a suit to go out dancing on a Friday night and things started to get Hairy!! - in a lot of different respects. There were plenty of midlands Beat groups of great note but other than the two mentioned above I will keep my personal preferences to myself so as not to offend anyone by not including them. All of this change in musical style and street fashion happened very quickly. The youth of the country were rearing up and the Mods and Rockers scene emerged at about the same time creating a sense of tension. This was the era of the screaming audiences, it could get very intense at times and you would be urged on more and more to throw yourself into what you were playing. Small, smoke-filled venues would have sweat dripping off the walls it was so hot with the energy that was expelled both on and off stage - sometimes I felt like I was running out of breath. There was so much adrenalin flowing that you didnt want to stop playing and it would take hours for you to "come down" from the rush after a good night with a great audience.


The only guitar foot pedal available then was a volume/tone control that had been used to beautiful effect by Big Jim Sullivan on Dave Berrys hit "The Cryin Game". Guitar strings came in one thickness. To get a better, bluesier sound I replaced the G string with a B and the B with a top E. There were no mixing desks or fold back speakers. It was only hours of practice, technique and enthusiasm that sorted out the good from the mediocre. Groups were springing up from everywhere and you fought for your place on the music scene by being better than your peers - not by the use of 'kit' technology. That healthy competition was the thing that generated great 'energy filled' live acts and gave the UK worldwide musical kudos. There was not an act in the US that could match up to that current batch of British bands - they were all still pussy cats. In turn, that period of R&B music had its day and was swallowed up by the music that was now becoming more melodic and "Summery" like stuff from the Lovin Spoonful etc. The Beatles and Brian Wilson launched themselves into their competitive creativity phase and the world followed but for a short couple of years when R&B ruled it was just the best time of all to be a young musician and it was head down, on yer' toes R and B that was the original 1960's Brumbeat. Anything that came after that should be called something else. These days some Brummie DJs annoyingly categorise themselves as being Brumbeat - think of at least one thing thats original, 'Kin Tossers!


No Old Rockers were intentionally harmed during the writing of this article!

Keep music, played by real musicians, live!!!!





Bob has left the Blog.......

R.I.P.

A sad farewell to Bobby Pickett (The Monster Mash) - I'm afraid he wont be working late in the lab anymore...........





'EQUIPMENT FREAK' TIME AGAIN.......





HEADSTOCKS.





Just for a bit of fun, here are some guitar headstocks from models used during the Brumbeat years but photographed from the back. Answers below:1.

This early solid body guitar was quite a favourite of the group scene and was regarded as being years ahead of its rivals electronically. It had many admirers of note.








2.

This headstock belongs to a guitar that was British made and this particular range came in three models. A budget guitar for people who couldn't afford a Stratocaster but wanted to look like they had one.









3.

Not unlike the shape of headstock number one. There was quite a difference between the two guitars though both in price and quality but the two do have something in common. This guitar company invented the magnetic guitar pick up.








4.
This gorgeous guitar went out of production and when re-introduced again was just a shadow of its former glory. A wild ringing sound from this piece of kit, I know - I had one and would love to have it back again!









5.

Strange and ugly headstock shape. There were only a couple of decent playable electric 12 strings and this was the other one. Used by The Move.











AMP OF THE MONTH


Elpico AC 55


This famous little piece of kit was a run of the mill cheap amp until Dave Davies of the Kinks slashed the cone of the speaker with a razor blade and Shazam - the first distorded guitar sound was born, it probably would just have disappeared into oblivion if it were not for the history of "You Really Got Me" I guess it still is a cheap amp in reality. I dont personally remember anyone using this particular model but do remember Elpico more as a PA amp.






Very 50's styling and choice of colour, it resembles a radio from the front.





Sporting 3 inputs (Mic 1, Mic 2 and Gramophone!), chicken head control knobs and boasting an eliptical 6 inch speaker the volume from this this could probably fill the inside of a shoe box. Paul McCartney used one in his Hamburg days reportedly.

I always scan the background of old group photos to see what kit they were using and I dont recall ever seeing one of these things. Probably someone out there owned one and will no doubt let me know about its history. A nice piece of memorabilia though.

HOT OFF THE PRESS

Wow, what a scorcher!!!..Real lovers of early Brumbeat will be pleased to know that I am now in contact with the great TANYA DAY and hope to soon have an article heading your way ... not to be missed!! This really is the biz!!

Dont forget to check out the third article in the 'Six of the Best' series.... coming this month Willie Hammond, guitarist of The Uglys.


Till next time........Could things get any better?


Bulls Head Bob


Headstock answers: 1. Futurama 2. Watkins Rapier 3. Rickenbacker 4. Epiphone Casino 5. Fender 12 string.

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Monday, 2 April 2007

April - Bulls Head Bob - BRUM ROCK Band - EXPOSED..


BOB INVESTIGATES....
BRUM ROCK Band on Tour..

SEDGETREE COMMUNITY CENTRE
(SOMEWHERE NEAR DUDLEY)

THE 'SIXTIES' HITS SEDGETREE.

Brum Rock 'spokesperson' L Hornsy Esq, Had informed me that I had been wrong to suggest that their exhorbitant backstage 'Rider' requisites had included Sanatogen. He further suggested that they were not guilty of taking "Fortifying liquids" and had only shared the occasional "group laxative". His full statement can be read at Bulls Head Bob Blog for Feb 2007 of this inst.....








Smelling a rat, I went on the 'blag' for a free ticket for the Sedgetree Community Centre gig (somewhere near Dudley), to see if I could throw some light on the truth. Fortunately, I bumped into Susie Farten, (daughter of Recording Magnate and Manager, Ron Farten) who said she would give me a ticket to the gig if she could go along with me. She's not the worlds best "looker" and has an uncanny likeness to Jeff Lynne - without the hair. She says she's "Got a thing" for Steve Gibbons - I dont know what sort of "thing" she'd got but there was a smell like an old piece of hake coming from her handbag. Susie thinks of herself as a sort of Black Country, Paris Hilton without the looks but with the money, calling herself a "Groupies Groupie" - "been with em all" - "Oooh! If I can get me hands on Trevor Burton - I'll give him a 'Night of Fear' alright" ........

Being a hands on investigator, I knew that I would have to "blend in" with my surroundings to thoroughly penetrate the Brum Rock entourage and so I hit the local charity shops to get my outfit. Denim jacket, beads,bells, false droopy moustache and a pair of green Loons, what a perfect disguise. I practiced my dialogue, ending every phrase with Yeah Man! or Far Out, Cosmic... etc.


April 1, 2007.....1800hrs.

Our arrival at Sedgetree was an eye opener, there was a real party atmosphere. Huge banners were hung across the streets, some declaring it 'Sedgetree Sixties Day'. and another saying 'Sedgetree Welcomes Danny King'. I spotted the Mayor, Councillor Gareth Trousers. He told me that the whole population of Sedgetree were very excited and had been inspired by tonights Brum Rock gig, to celebrate a day when all things pertinent to the sixties would be re-enacted by the whole neighbourhood. "Its amazing, just everyone has joined in". The climax to the day's events will be the nights concert.

"We've even named the Park toilets after Bev Bevan and once he's done the Official Opening Ceremony they will be known as the "Bevan Dumperies".
" I think his name will be known long after I've gone" said Mr Trousers.. "Im going to offer him the opportunity to have first go!!".






Local newsagent, Elsie Bottoms, has a large sign above her corner shop advertising a "Book Sighing by Lorry Hornby" "He's signing his new book about clothes-making in the Midlands" said Elsie "Its called Brum Socks". "I really like him, he's got a kind face, he can write and wears glasses, so he must be the intelligent one".





I dropped Susie off at the pub where there was a "60's Arm Wrestling Competition" taking place. Knowing that she would get through to the last round, I went to scout around for the Community Centre to plan my surveillance.....how can I get to see if there's any Sanatogen about? As if by magic, I heard the sound of an approaching large vehicle, I ducked into a doorway just in time to see a van covered in lipstick messages, mainly saying "I love Bev" go by. There must have been some engine problem because I noticed that there was a lot of smoke coming out of the windows, it had a strangely familiar smell?

I quickly jumped in the car and followed the van to the Community Centre. A large welcoming crowd had gathered and as the van pulled up there were cheers and screams from the enthusiastic throng as the varied members of the band fell out of the vehicle. I could tell that the band were "very emotional" by their red eyed expressions.

The Press were thrusting microphones into their faces asking questions about their alleged excessive intake of Fortified Wine and was there any truth in 'Bulls Head Bob's' disclosures. Steve said some words that were totally lost to me but he finished by saying that everything was "really Far Out and Cosmic". I secretly praised myself for having the savvy to practice my wordology earlier that day.


The Mayor then took the microphone and said "Ladies and Gentlemen, to celebrate and authenticate the re-arrival of the swingin sixties to Sedgetree (somewhere near Dudley), the local Town Committee has authorised the release of a 'small but significant' toxic cloud from the chimney of the now defunct Ammonia Plant". He pressed a button, his 8 year old daughter Saffron played the opening few bars to ELO's Birmingham Blues on her ocarina whilst the chimney coughed and belched out a kind of green and yellow tinged smoke ring which boiled in the sky for a minute then slowly spread across the town, hovering just short of the community centre. "Oooooooo, said the crowd", "Wow Yeah, Hey, like Smoke, very cool Man " said Steve.


Bev was rushed to a waiting Ford Anglia Limo to take him to the 'Dumperies' and Laurie mounted the pillion seat of a psychedelically painted Honda 50 moped, to whisk him off to his book signing.
The rest of the band signed autographs and posed for photos, Danny obligingly doing some of his Rock n' Roll 'moves' and Trevor did his best "snarling face" routine which, I understand he did for the first time as he exited the womb. It certainly made little Saffron shed a few tears. He did smile at her though, as he crushed her ocarina under his boot heel.
I hung around in the car, not wanting to give me'self away. The crowd thinned and departed and the band walked into the venue. The evening sky was darkening as the roadies started off-loading the equipment. I mentally cursed myself for not bringing a camera but found a sketch pad in the glove compartment.

I was about to leave the safety of the car to have a closer look inside the van when the Anglia Limo pulled up and Bev got out saying to the mayor "Groovy Man, thanks a lot for that, flushed first time too, Far Out!". The limo pulled off and Bev made his way towards the venue, pausing for a moment at the side of the van, probably to read some of the fans messages. He was now wearing a badge which read -
" I've Pumped at the Dumperies". In my attempts to see more, I accidentally leaned on the car horn which took me and Bev by surprise and he scurried inside. I noticed he had dropped something as he disappeared through the rear entrance of the Community Centre I got out of the car and rushed over to retrieve it.


The roadies returned and carried on emptying the cavernous interior, amps, scenery, lights, guitars and drums. Outside the venue was an old victorian street light which sprung into life as the sky darkened further, casting a beam of light magically into the now practically empty vehicle. There was one red box in the far corner that had some indistinct writing on it. I made the decision to investigate further and hid around the corner, craning my neck to try and get a better look at the writing, hoping that it might say Sanatogen. Luckily for me the roadies were very slow which gave me all the time I needed to get my hands on the box and have a good "furtle" around.







The writing on the box said "AFTER SHOW ACTIVITIES BOX" - and was sealed with a large padlock. Luckily, I had mastered the art of lock picking some years earlier and soon had the lid open. After the removal of some "Adult Toys and Material" which comprised almost 90% of the contents I was left looking at Senapods, Pro-Plus tablets, elasticated bandages, hair tonic but alas no Fortified Wine. Had I been wrong in my assumptions? A box of Fleur de Lyse pies, A Draft copy of an agreement to make a Mr D King (being the first party of the third part.... etc) the new face of Stannah Stairlifts. I imagined the commercial - as he slowly ascended the stairs, his face rising above the bannister rail, he would burst into song. "Fly me to the Moon" or something like that. As a follow up to that they could do one of him descending the stairs and as the chair touches the bottom stair he could sing "I'm Down" by The Beatles.


I was beginning to think that I had made a blunder of blunders, no evidence of fortified wine at all - but 'Lo' in the distance I could hear the tell tale 'Plop" sound of a cork leaving a bottle neck followed by the clink of glasses and cackling laughter. My adrenalin started rushing! I snuck into the back exit, sketch pad ready to do a 'flash' drawing. I opened the dressing room door, a voice shouted out "He's behind you"................Laurie turned round, glass in hand, and there, the tell-tale red ring around his lips, visibly getting younger, the definite sign of................then nothing. I awoke the next morning in the local hospital dazed and confused.

April 2, 2007:

"Where am I, Is this a Dream. Have I been the subject of some April Fools jokery?"

The headlines in the Sedgetree Morning Gazette read. "TOXIC CLOUD SENDS SEDGETREE TO SLEEP" - The Deputy Prime Minister had made a statement to the effect that it was just a piece of "Harmless Toxic Fun" and he would gladly take care of the pies if no-one else wanted them. - "Damn and blast it" I thought, foiled again by those pesky Brum Rockers - " I'll get you next time ". I reached over for my trousers and pulled from my pocket the item that Bev had dropped when I accidentally hit the car horn......................................




!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bob.

Check out here: www.brianyeates.co.uk/tours/rocks.htm for forthcoming Brum Rock tour dates 2007. Watch out for the wine!!

REMEMBER. If theres something that needs a good looking into - BOB's On The Case........




AMP OF THE MONTH....... Burns Orbit







The Burns ORBIT guitar amplifier was the first ever transistorised piece of kit.

I tried one out in Ringway Music. It was very light to carry, in comparison to the equivalent Selmers and Vox's which meant you didn't have to do your back in, lugging the thing up five flights of stairs, as was often the case at some venues in the City. You could buy an extension speaker cabinet for this too. The Burns publicity statement for the amp said that to test it, it was thrown from the top of the factory roof onto the road below and when they plugged it in again - Bingo! it worked.



The thing is, it sounded rubbish to start with. The controls were unresponsive and the sound far too clean. Personally, I think they should have kept throwing these amps off the factory roof till it either improved the audio quality or there were no more left to throw. If you own one and think that it does sound good, I would make an appointment with an Audiologist.



It's worth a mention only because it was the first of its kind.

SIX OF THE BEST

Remember to check out the second article in the Six of the Best series. "Walking on Broken Glass" written by Brumbeat musician Danny Gallagher about his beginnings and the recording of the first BRUMBEAT LP.

See Ya Next time

Bob

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Thursday, 1 March 2007

March - 'Bulls Head Bob's' Competition Month

WELL HERE IT IS......DAT-DA-DA-DAAAA...IT'S COMPETITION MONTH
Sharpen up your brains, put on your thinking caps

GUESS THE AMOUNT?

At his Hairiest, how many Smarties, (M&M's for our friends on the American continent)could be hidden in Roy Wood's beard (including Upper lip area)?



ROADIES CONUNDRUM ???

Re-arrange the following letters to form the name of a well known 60's Band
(TRAFFIC)


DRUMMERS BRAIN TEASER??
How many are in a "Pair" - 12, 125, 2 or None at all - its some fruit.

GUITARISTS BRAIN TEASER???
How many drummers are USUALLY in a group? - 1, 3, 452, none - or "Oh, so that's the other bloke we pick up".
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THE JEFF LYNNE "LOOK-A-LIKE" CONTEST
(Sponsored, including my expenses, entirely by Farten Record productions)

Its SEMI-FINAL time in the competition and controversy is raising its head again. We don't have FOUR semi-finalists, WE HAVE FIVE!!! Due to overwhelming public demand (yet again!) we have re-called the only female Look-A-Like, Susie Farten to the line up.

WE, the panel, have whittled down the thousands of YOUR entries over the last few weeks and are now at that nail biting moment when YOU the voting public will cast YOUR votes to decide the two ABSOLUTE finalists in the "Jeff Lynne Look-A-Like" Contest.

WE, the judging panel, have based OUR selection of the five semi-finalists on an agreed formula of Headings:

They are as follows:

1. JEFF-NESS. Verbal intonations (pronounced In-turrr-nay-shurns), walk and posture, how to keep goo-in' on about multi-track recording.

2. CHARM. Optional extra.

3. PHYSICAL JEFF-ALIKENESS. A perfect physical resemblance is CRUCIALLY important and we have been MERCILESS in OUR decision making to ensure that only the perfect JEFF-ALIKES get through to the last round.

The Judging panel consisting of me'self -Bulls Head Bob, wit and raconteur. Music impresario Ron Farten and legendary Irish drumming duo, "Sticks" O'Bashem and Pat Mi'Bongos (recent signing to a huge Farten Record deal - (but haven't been paid their large advance just yet), will be making OUR final deliberations to find the two ABSOLUTE finalists following YOUR crucial vote casting.

STOP PRESS: Knowing what a comedian he is, we have been "tipped the wink" that The Lord High Jeffness himself might have entered under a false name. Be cautious when making your choice!

We have put the four same questions to all the finalists. Their answers, alongside their pictures will aid you in your choice of contestants - remember we are looking for TWO finalists.

SO LETS GET ON WITH THE COMPETITION!

CONTESTANT NUMBER ONE:

Name: Kevin "JL" Sweatglands

Fave Jeff Story:
"I'm always getting stopped in the streets by people because they think I'm Jeff. They never say it outright though, they stop me on the pretext of asking directions to places or to ask if I've got some spare change."

Fave Pastimes: Being Jeff, perming my hair and designing eye-patches.

Fave Music: The Cheeky Girls.


CONTESTANT NUMBER TWO:

Name: Horace Wimp-Thompson

Fave Jeff Story: "I changed me' name by deed poll to Horace Wimp-Thompson because I had the feeling that Jeff had me in mind when he wrote "Wild West Hero" due to the fact that I own a donkey."

Fave Pastimes: Licking stamps, washing walls, lookin'at things.

Fave Music: Well Jeff of course -we are brothers cast from the same mould.



CONTESTANT NUMBER THREE:


Name: Geoff Liinn

Fave Jeff Story: "The one about when I, I mean when Jeff left his guitar on top of his Mellotron. Or the one about "I'm staying in bed now - I'm a musician"

Fave Pastimes: Making lots of multi-track recordings. Making shed loads of money. Hanging out with mega stars.


Fave Music: Absolutely everything by Jeff Lynne.



CONTESTANT NUMBER FOUR:




Name: Susie Farten

Fave Jeff Story: "I once told my best friend that I would run a mile just to kiss Jeff's lovely lips. She said that he would probably run a mile too.."

Fave Pastimes: Sticking Photos of Jeff just everywhere! Helping out Daddy and Mummy at the Agency. Brushing my hairs. Tattoos (I have a secret one boys!!).

Fave Music: Nothing really, Oooh yes - Bananaramas



CONTESTANT NUMBER FIVE:



Name: Eric "Arthur of the Britons" Bloodaxe

Fave Jeff Story: My Queen, Hildegarde of Nuneaton, says that Jeff saved our sanity. She likes me to dress up as Jeff and wear that helicopter thing he used to have spinning on his head.

Fave pastimes: Looking at myself. Catching buses, letting them go again.

Fave Music: Soundtrack to Debbie does Dallas.





WOW!!!!....... This is going to be a fierce competition but ONLY YOU can decide which two get through to the final.............This is REALITY BLOG at its realest. It will be surprises all round here though if the "little Cutie" Susie Farten doesn't get the winning votes.....Why its just like having Jeff in the room with you!! VOTE NOW...............................



Bob




OH NO! - REFLECTIONS OF DORIAN GRAY?

Recent denials of Sanatogen 'Rider''demands by the Brum Rock band have fuelled a Press frenzy for the truth! 'Insider' information already suggests that a new black hair has been spotted on Steve Gibbons head prompting questions of dabbling in the dark world of age regression. Sounds like a case for 'BOB INVESTIGATES'! Report expected for April blog.

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AAHH! SOMETHING FOR THE EQUIPMENT FREAKS

AMPLIFIER OF THE MONTH:

30 Watt - Linear Conchord.
















Hardly a beauty but most of the early Brumbeat musicians started with this as their first powerful? amp. Manufactured by RSC, its classic bird cage shape showed it as a “no frills” amplifier. It had two inputs, high and low gain, volume and a couple of tone controls. The good thing about this amplifier was its output. Although there were five models in the range, the ones that suited musicians best were those rated at 30 watts and 50 watts respectively (L30, L50). If you wanted to buy an amp that had that amount of output you would have had to buy a VOX AC30 or Selmer at a massive price difference.



This amp is always in the background of all those early group pictures. A clean sound but a real little belter, heavy though as I recall. Once you bought one you had to go looking for a speaker from somewhere. Things just weren’t that easy then. Every guitarist worth their salt had a couple of spare Mullard EL34 valves in their guitar case.
Leak and Grampian also made 'clone' models of this amp.

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TERRY WALLACE
Lovely gig at Whitton for early guitar hero Terry Wallace (Carl Wayne & the Vikings) attended by the great and good of the Brummie music community.


SeeYa, look out for BOB INVESTIGATING in your area.

Bob

Ryan. Keep your Dirk in yer sock.

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Saturday, 3 February 2007

February - Fireside Stories of Bulls Head Bob



Hello Brummies, Lovers of Brumbeat and associates,

February, what a rubbish month this is. You've just got your credit card bill for your over-spending on the new years celebrations.........Christmas ain't so great now is it? So what does February have in store - St Valentines Day that's what! the patron Saint of Card shops and florists, invented to put cash in their tills and forgetful blokes in the dog house! - cos' you know what happens if you forget the Valentines Day card dont you?
STOP PRESS!!!!
I have received a statement from the Brum Rocks spokesperson, Mr L Hornsby regarding my comments pertaining to their excessive backstage demands in the January blog. It reads:
"We have never used Sanatogen, Senapods yes, and we take the silver off! - end of statement.


The Tornado's were back in Brum, only this time they weren't playing Telstar. More like "Rip it Up". Lets hope The Hurricanes don't fancy a visit.

If Tony Iommi's surname was one vowel shorter, would he play faster ?????


THE CEDAR CLUB

The Cedar Club was just one of the finest places in Birmingham in its day. There were great international stage acts that played there like Freddie King, Junior Walker and the All Stars who were just sensational, I even saw the great Duane Eddy there. If you were in a group with a reputation you would get in free and as a kind of trade-off for that you would be "asked" by one of the Fewtrell brothers if you'd get up on stage and do a couple of numbers every now and again. There would always be a mixture of various group members playing together on stage now and again Idle Race/Uglys/Sight and Sound/Move etc. When there were big tours in the city they would inevitably end up at the Cedar Club and at times they would get on stage. One night in 1968 famously with Jimi Hendrix playing a normally strung right handed guitar, left handed, being aided and abetted by John Walker from the Walker Brothers. Apart from the musicians that hung out there, there was a host of characters that used to go into the place and one in particular Ted ? was a Disc Jockey from The Silver Blades Ice Rink where he used to sit in a box to the left of the stage and people would ask him for music to skate to.

Ted always seemed a bit "out of place" in the surroundings of mini-skirted girls and hairy musicians all in their colourful psychedelic clothes. He was considerably older than the regular crowd and wore a shiny red mohair suit and dickie bow most of the time, he also wore a red cumerbund belt around his quite broad girth. He was slightly effeminate with "thinning" black hair which was always greased and combed straight back from his face. You could say he had the appearance of a retired army officer. Having said all that, he had a quirky appeal to the punters at the Cedar and at times, was very amusing company.

Ted used to get up with the bands too! He always sang the same song every time, "Its not Unusual" the Tom Jones classic. Ted, wildly out of tune, would girate his ample midriff and flail his arms around the stage, puntuating "pelvic thrusts" would be applied at the appropriate junctures and the girls in the audience would egg Ted on with mock screaming to get him to deliver more...... he used to sweat buckets!! He kept everyone amused and always got a rapturous round of applause afterwards. If he cornered you after a few beers he would tell you all about his mate - Tom Jones. We would all smile and say "Oh really!" in a polite sense but really would be thinking that Ted truly lived in his own world.







One night outside the Rum Runner, a group of musicians were stood chatting when a Rolls Royce pulled up outside and when the door opened it was Ted!! Sat next to him was Tom Jones! "I told you I bloody knew him!!" shouted Ted and the car pulled away.

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Brenda Bosworth - simply the best female voice EVER to come out of the City.

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BOB INVESTIGATES. Intrepid reporter Bob's undercover investigation.


WHAT A LOAD OF BULLOCKS!!

I was in The Bell at Northfield the other day enjoying a pint or three and was having a discussion with some blokes about the modernisation of the city centre. I was saying that I thought it had lost it's sense of individuality and history and that, apart from all the normal stereotyped shopping outlets, all that you could buy was different brands of coffee and over priced sandwiches (Guava and Bats Wing with grape salad - yours for only 5.99" or "Why not buy our Specially de-ionised WATER!! - with Extra Mineral Salts, applied by the hands of Minoan Virgins" - 4.99 - What!!!! . Whats wrong with a nice pie and a cup of Bovril - gits! ).




"No" said one of them, "you're bloody wrong there Bob". "If you think all the history has gone you should really look at the old part of the railway station at Moor Street, "The mens toilets are brilliant!!" "They've been restored to just how they were". Well, how could I resist further investigation of a set of old bogs. Next time I was in town I walked down to the Station and sure enough the old part of the station does exist more or less as I remember it. It then struck me as very strange that the bloke at the Bell failed to say "There's a beautiful old steam engine on the tracks at the platform AND the gents toilets have been refurbished as well!" The toilets of course were not brilliant, in fact they were and still are, unexceptionally unremarkable - four old urinals and painted brown walls. Its hard to believe that some bloke thinks they represent historic Birmingham, let alone something to brag about!! As regards being fully restored, I'd like to point out to the board of Chiltern Railways that there was always a pool of something awful in one corner, holes in the toilet doors - presumably put there by some bloke called Kilroy, no lavatory seats and some drunk geezer who thought he was in Crewe and wanted to start a fight. Now thats FULLY restored.

RIP. A sad farewell to the great Frankie Laine.... another Ghost Rider in the Sky now.

....COMING IN MARCH.......... ON THE BRUMBEAT WEBSITE..........COMING IN MARCH

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(pause for drum roll)

SIX OF THE BEST

The first article in our exclusive series highlighting personal reflections of those early days of "Brumbeat" Musicians. From the first Rock n Roller through to the mid-sixties and the releasing of the first BRUMBEAT LP.

"IN THE BEGINNING....Before the 60's Revolution"

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Gotta go now, the wife says she's going to polish me' zimmer! I cant turn that down.

Bob

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Friday, 12 January 2007

The Bulls Head Blog Spot


So, another year passes. I’ve taken part in the normal Brummie Christmas, drunk as a skunk for 6 days in preparation for combat at the annual New Street battle for cheap clothes.

We’ve all gone back on our New Years resolutions and are nipping out to have a crafty fag in the shed. I am the weakest willed person in the world but with good intent, I told my beloved wife that I was packing up smoking and was going to keep fit by taking regular exercise. This was a well executed plan hatched several months earlier to make me fail safe, so nowadays the poor old dog is dragged out for a “walk” about three times a day for half an hour a time but only manages to go about 10 feet which is the distance to the nearest corner from my front door around which I sneak to have a well deserved smoke. While I am out “exercising” she puts on her fitness video and leaps around the living room frightening the budgie.

It’s a wonderment to me that she, and probably the majority of ladies have to buy a new outfit before they can exercise. I could understand it if she was a member of a gym but before she starts scaring the bird she closes the curtains so no one can see her! She’s bought herself a luminous, lime green leotard and tights and a pink toweling headband with the words “Sex Kitten” written across it, well it should say that but being made in China it says “Sex Kitchen”. She says she’s aiming to look like Olivia Newton John. So far its cost me about fifty quid and she still looks like Mama Cass but green!
The dog is three pounds heavier.

What’s all this Bulls Head Blog thing about then. It was always called talking rubbish in my day. A general mish-mash of bits of things all strung together without any story or meaning or, in some cases the Truth!! So let’s get on with it………

The “Brum Rock” Show took to the road at end of 2006 and seems to be going down well. I’ve heard about artists excessive contract “riders” like Maria Carey having a playful puppy placed in her dressing room and the cast of Brum Rock wont be outdone by her. A case of Sanatogen and a tube of Deep Heat massage cream feature on their list of surgical supply needs!! Danny King insists on a pair of “comfy slippers” – that’s Rock n Roll. A great line up of the very best musicians – go and see them!!!!!!!

Second printing of Laurie Hornsbys Brum Rocked sold out again, keep your copy safe.

Brilliant gig by Roger Hills band at The Roadhouse over Christmas. Support in the audience from ex Uglys mates Steve Gibbons and Willie Hammond who were looking thick as thieves. Had a chinwag with the trio of Uglys after the gig. If you thought you could play a guitar go and see Roger – then think again. Look out for a Roger Hill special coming soon.

What else is on the horizon for the world’s best dedicated Brum music site?

“SIX OF THE BEST"

A series exclusive to Brumbeat.

ABSOLUTELY EXCLUSIVE. Personally written articles by some of the most prominent Birmingham musicians covering Brumbeat from its early skiffle days, through to its psychedelic years are on the way. Not to be missed. Some great and amusing stories that will bring back fond memories to some folk of “a certain age” and will enlighten the younger of our muso readers that are now spoiled for choice of musical kit. First in the series “In the Beginning… Before the 60's Music Revolution"” by Johnny Neal a stalwart of the Brum scene. Other contributors include, Willie Hammond (Uglys), Danny Gallagher (Solitaires) the great Steve Gibbons (Uglys) and the "unique" Megan Davies (Applejacks).


OLD KIT

Got any nice pictures of old equipment, Futuramas, glittery Hagstroms, Leak, Watkins and Selmer Amps, Hofners, Rapiers etc.
E mail them in, let’s have a nice equipment page for the enthusiasts.

What do you call someone who hangs out with musicians?
- A drummer.

Had a walk around the city centre visiting old places of interest.
Hung around by Snow Hill Station remembering the Pie Stand then stood by the wall of the ramp into The Pallasades Shopping Mall at the bottom of Corporation Street where The Silver Beat Club entrance used to be.

As a very young and always broke guitarist I sat outside the Silver Beat entrance one night in 1964 and listened to The Spencer Davis Group on stage. I had heard High Heel Sneakers a thousand times but nothing prepared me for the sound of Steve Winwoods voice and the bands interpretation of that simple song that night. I was mesmerised and felt sick to my stomach. How on earth could I ever hope be as good as that.

Now - that was Brumbeat!!! Gritty, Hard and Right in yer’ Face.

Forget Roy Wood and yer Jeff Lynnes of this world. Steve Winwood is the true king of Brumbeat

Till Next Month

Bulls Head Bob.

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