Kim Wilde? hmmm..do you like her with the 80's hairdo or are you more lusty over a 00's Kim, caked in soil , holding a sprig of parsley, wearing...dungarees and wellies?
Okay Jono and Mr Wilkins, if you can close your eyes and imagine squatting yourselves by a western campfire in the desert, with me, standing with over aways , boots on, one foot on a rock chewin' baccy and spinnin' YARNS!
Back in the eighties, when I was a pup living in London, I befriended a middle -age couple who I met at a Mclaughlin gig. Turns out the wife was a friend of Mclaughlin and he always sent 'em through a couple of passes for the gigs when he was in town. I managed to get in on the scene and was lucky enough to attend all rehearsals/gigs/after-bash drinks that went on from around '88 to '94. I spent a lot of time chatting with him( he had been a great idol of mine before all this, so I was like a little rabid puppy) and worked out that he was a somewhat quirky guy. In the sense that, being a part of the history of jazz, situations experienced etc etc changes and shapes a persons outlook. Also not overlooking the fact that he's a total mutha of a musician, on ALL levels, gives Mclaughlin an almost guru-esque personna. Mind you, he has a biting sense of humour which I witnessed at one RFH gig in London. I was chatting with Antonio, who had also met Mclaughlin on a number of occasions, when John, Trilok and Dominique came in for wine and lies. We went to chat to him and he had this weird mischievous vibe to him which I hadn't seen before and started mildly, but consistantly ripping into him about...oohhh things like, was he wearing a 'world' hat to cover up his bald head and why did he bother going to artclasses and design the cover of his own album when he could have got someone else to do it better! Hats off (sic)to Antonio, he just kinda took it, must have been a bit de-moralising coming from someone he admired. I don't think Mclaughlin was being nasty purposely, he was just in piss-taking mode, he seemed jovial about it. I was standing there sort of shocked with Mclaughlin nudging me like we was down the pub or something. Very bizarre situation to be privy to. Mind you, couple of years later, I saw him totally bollock Katia Lebeque over her phrasing in 'Spain', she ran off crying, that was weird too, but they were shacked up together at the time so I suppose they had that shit going on. Freaky cuz she's a demon too, he was going "CHICK DIDN'T WRITE IT LIKE THAT!!" and then turning around to to talk to everyone about Paco while she was running down the hall crying. I never rubbed my knob against either of 'em I've only done that to the Beverly Sisters.
Ta Daaaa!
I hope this tale wasn't a waste of your eye-time gentlemen, most of my 'Name' stories involve acts of gross stupidity, purile behaviour, swearing or weirdness, sometimes all. Anyone got any good ones?
