On Sat, 18 May 2024 08:50:04 +0100, "J. P. Gilliver"
Post by J. P. GilliverI was having a discussion (in alt.windows7.general, about the lyric
plugin for WinAmp), and House of the Rising Sun came up; I looked at my
copy of the file, and find it includes the note "MAY 18, 1964 - 59 YEARS
AGO, The Animals recorded House of the Rising Sun at De Lane Lea
Studios, Kingsway, London." Took me a moment before I noticed - hey,
that's today! [Obviously whoever wrote the note was writing last year.]
I didn't think such an anniversary should pass without comment. One of
the classic guitar riffs of all time. For those that want to share with
me: http://youtu.be/4-43lLKaqBQ .
I was a little startled when I did the sum - I thought it was going to
come out at 50.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was okay with today being my fiftieth wedding anniversary (if we had
both still been married and still alive) but you have brought back
awful memories of my worst ever gig which until now I had thought had
been buried forever.
Amongst other things, in those days I was part of a folk duo
performing mostly in folk clubs and pubs. We had a friend who I'll
call Jim Nice-but-Dim. A bit like Harry Enfield's upper class idiot
Tim Nice-but-Dim but without being upper class. Jim's father ran a
cafe but wouldn't let Jim work front-of-house in the business - you
get the picture? Jim had the dream of stardom and since he didn't play
or sing and he couldn't achieve stardom in the same way as, say, The
Beatles he would strive to become another Brian Epstein and live in
the reflected glory of the superstar band he would one day manage and
the band he wanted to project to these dizzy heights was us.
We didn't need a manager to take a ten-percent cut on the nothing,
zero, zilch, nada that we were currently earning: the odd free pint of
beer that we were given in the pubs and bars was quite enough for us
and we didn't want to take things any more seriously, thank you. But
Jim Nice-but-Dim was... well... nice and it was very hard to refuse
him without hurting his feelings.
...Which is how we, a folk duo, ended up on stage one Saturday in
Brentwood - not even our home town with the hope of a friendly
audience - in front of a crowd expecting pop music they could dance
to.
The original band they had booked had cancelled on them at short
notice and Jim was desperately trying to fill the gap. But we are not
a pop band, we are not even a dance band, we explained, and even if we
were it would be English country dance which is not what the audience
wanted. It doesn't matter, we just need something so that we don't
disappoint the people who are coming. How do you say no and really
mean it to Jim Nice-but-Dim?
We certainly disappointed. People came, listened to us, then didn't
listen and audience grew louder and the mood grew ever darker.
Fortunately, somebody else who had rather better contacts and
organisational skills than Jim had found another band - a pop band -
and we ended up performing while they came into the hall and set their
equipment up on the stage behind us. Amplifiers! Microphones! A real
drum kit! All those things we didn't have.
As Chris said, The House of the Rising Sun is a traditional song that
dates back to a previous century and we had decided to perform it as
our closing number. The Alan Lomax version - look it up, if you can't
imagine it already. These guys came on stage and - rather unkindly we
thought - kicked off their set with..
...The House of the Rising Sun - the Animals version, the sheer
loudness of which blew us away off the stage as we desperately tried
to gather up what little equipment we had and flee.
I've never run away from a gig so fast before or since.
Nick