I love The Police. Stewart Copeland is my absolute number one drumming hero. To be blessed with even a snippet of this deftness and finesse at the skins is the stuff of my dreams.
The Police were well and truly disbanded by the time I was really getting into them. But I continued to love Sting’s solo work and bought the Dream Of The Blue Turtles as soon as it was released.
I have no recollection of what brought me to the decision to buy Bring On The Night. I may have heard a track aired on radio. Or perhaps it was on special offer at the time. Or perhaps the local library had a copy and I borrowed it and fell in love? My mind is sketchy as to the circumstances now.
But I remember playing it often on breezy balmy nights.
A favourite track from it? It’s hard to pick just one.
At the time “I Burn For You” was. I found it just…emotionally beautiful. Full of yearning and longing. I may have been a tender 15 soon to be 16 when it was released…but as a teenage girl, I already felt I had those yearnings and longings. The song would bring me to tears.
We Work The Black Seam…it had such atmosphere to it compared to the studio version (which I love too).
Down So Long – it’s just so much fun. And I actually used to sing along even to the band namechecks. And I took particular notice of “on the drums Omar Hakim!” In the days before the Internet, I wanted to know more about him. What other bands had he played for? Was he a session drummer? Or was he with a band? How long had he been playing? Etc, etc. Sting has worked with the best drummers in the world. Honestly. He knows how to pick them. Then again, a bass player is always going to want to have the best drummers to play with.
But the favourite now (as it was also then)? Tea In The Sahara – I loved this version so much more than what was on Synchronicity. It was always so beautifully melancholic and so full of emotion.
So, there we are. Probably as about as obscure as you can go for a live album favourite.
By and large, live albums have never done much for me other than to turn me off the idea of going to gigs. NOTHING and I mean NOTHING beats being there. And few live albums ever gave me the sense of wanting to go to a gig from listening to it. In actual fact most manage to put me off the idea of live music and the gig experience.
This album is one that actually made me want to go to a gig.
As for an overall favourite live track? My favourite live track of all is this…”Angel or devil, I don’t care, for in front of that door there is….. ‘ME! ME! ME! ME!'”
I was listening into Billy Sloan’s show last night and he was talking about fellow music journo/music presenter David Hepworth and his belief that 1971 was the most creatively rich year in the history of rock music. But when I read this review of Roxy Music’s first two albums, it would seem – at least as far as the UK goes – that it would be more like 1972/3.
I have been fully aware since very early on in my mega Minds fandom what a major influence Roxy Music was on them…detectible in Mick MacNeil’s synth playing, and Jim’s crooning Ferry-esque voice – most likely indirect influences in sound rather than brazen pastiche.
But, unlike Bowie, who I explored via my own way to him, I never felt a huge urge to dive into Roxy. Until I read this review on their first two albums.
Only very recently (the day after the album signing at the HMV in Glasgow, in fact) did Jim share a picture of Roxy’s reissued debut adorning the vinyl section next to Walk Between Worlds and the “wow” factor of the inner 13 year old boy Kerr was wonderfully palpable with the words.
Even that was not enough of a pull to have me exploring their sound. I have been exposed to elements over the years, of course…Virginia Plain, Ladytron, The Strand all making enough impact on me to be able conjure them up for replay in my internal turntable. But having read this review this evening, I feel as though I must “pull my finger out” and sonically explore!
This is what good writing can do! It can open the mind to something it has been, until prior, closed off to exploring or examining. Even despite something usually intoxicating and magnetic enough to pique interest with things on all other occasions not being able generate the interest.
Congratulations on a stellar job Sophia Deboick – you have managed to achieve something that Jim has failed to do in almost 4 years on influence…get me interested enough in Roxy Music to explore their beginnings. You, my dear, deserve a medal! 🙂