Bert Berns, who wrote some good stuff, including Twist and Shout, Piece Of My Heart, Here Comes The Night, Hang On Sloopy, Cry To Me and Everybody Needs Somebody To Love It screwed Van Morrison over Brown Eyed Girl which he produced. It is one of the most played on radio songs, millions of times and a major download one as well but Morrison never saw a penny for it. I think he ended up in a court case over it with Berns widow.
Sat on the bed with Window wide open listening. 25% off at Ticketmaster this afternoon.Can’t hear the crowd.
Not sure about that, I but they stayed on a schooner moored in the south bay and had the RNLI run them ashore and back for a large donation.
Saw the Cult a million years ago on @Ron Burguvdy stag weekend. Superb. I also ended up drinking with someone once who claimed to have played for them as a session bassist on some recordings. No idea whether he was lying or not, although it was an odd lie if he was. During the evening it turned out he was definitely not lying about being an alcoholic!
I’ve played for 60 years. That’s long enough’: guitar hero Vini Reilly on PTSD, life on the streets and the little girl who saved him Daniel Dylan Wray please log in to view this image “There’s no seatbelt. No safety. You may not be making it home,” laughs Bruce Mitchell, picking me up from Manchester train station in a two-seater Austin 7 that was built in 1932. My legs are squashed against my chest, Mitchell’s hand brushes my thigh with every gear change and a gentle breeze flaps the laminated windows. The 83-year-old is driving me to meet the enigmatic figure behind the Durutti Column, Vini Reilly. As well as playing the drums for him since 1981, Mitchell is also his manager. It’s been a decade since Reilly last gave an interview, and even before then they were sparse. Seventy next month, he lives a hermit-like existence, rarely leaving the house. In 2010, he had the first of three strokes. His reduced mobility had an effect on his ability to play and perform. He went bankrupt and lost his flat. There have also been periods of severe mental illness. “I was absolutely crackers,” he later tells me. “I probably still am.” Driving down Palatine Road, once home to the offices of the groundbreaking indie label Factory Records, Mitchell tells me that “Vin’s always been teetering on the edge. But what an astonishing musical talent. I’ve never known anything like it.” And it’s not just his friends and associates. Red Hot Chili Peppers’ John Frusciante called Reilly “the best guitarist in the world”, while Brian Eno once named the Durutti Column album LC his favourite ever record. please log in to view this image Reilly: ‘I’ve been through 13 psychiatrists. So that’s enough of that.’ Photograph: Christopher Thomond/The Guardian The Durutti Column were put together by Factory boss Tony Wilson in 1978, rising from the ashes of of a punk band called Fast Breeder. Reilly, who had previously been the guitarist in another band, Ed Banger and the Nosebleeds, joined up, and the band contributed two tracks to A Factory Sample, a double 7-inch package that also featured Joy Division and Cabaret Voltaire, and which became the first ever release from the label. From 1980’s debut album The Return of the Durutti Column (released in a sandpaper sleeve designed to scratch any LPs that were placed on either side of it), Reilly would release 20 studio albums as the Durutti Column over the next three decades, with Mitchell and bass and keyboard player Keir Stewart as the band’s nucleus. Eschewing the punk thrash or angular post-punk twang favoured by many players of that era, Reilly favoured a more subtle, tender, emotive and expressive style of playing – he never used a plectrum because he deemed the sound too harsh – blending jazz, classical and flamenco. His sound was sparse yet intricate, technically pristine, and as fiery and fluid as lava oozing down a mountainside. We arrive at Reilly’s home down a cul-de-sac. He greets us at the door with a soft smile and a gentle handshake, a half lit rollup clasped between darkly nicotine-stained fingers. His big head of hair is still there, albeit flatter and greyer now, sitting on top of his agonisingly thin frame – a lifelong illness linked to post-traumatic stress disorder has meant he has struggled to eat very much. 1989 track Otis playing at their funeral. “Give him my apologies,” he laughs, before downplaying the beauty of the track, in which sparkling guitar swirls around dreamy vocal samples from Tracy Chapman and Otis Redding. “It was just messing about.” Nonetheless, his music continues to resonate today. You’ll hear the Durutti Column in acclaimed TV shows such as Master of None or the second series of The Bear, and he has been streamed tens of millions of times on Spotify. “He’s not interested,” Mitchell tells me later in the pub. “I’ll show him on a laptop, but he’s not fired up – he’s sort of detached.” please log in to view this image ‘All that stuff is in the past … Reilly. Photograph: Christopher Thomond/The Guardian While Reilly can’t be drawn on the greatness of his own music, Mitchell is happily forthcoming on his behalf. “I’m in awe of him,” he tells me. “When we would play For Belgian Friends live, I never wanted to play on it because it was like taking a spade to a souffle. I just wanted to watch it in the audience. It was such an astonishing thing. When he played it on his own – a whole room would hold its breath.” There is YouTube footage from 2020 of Reilly playing in his living room and it’s not the work of a three-time stroke victim you may expect. But it’s still not good enough for Reilly. “I carried on and on after my strokes and I got to a level, but it’s not even close [to where I was],” he says. “I really can’t play guitar. It looks ridiculous. It sounds ridiculous. I’ve got a good excuse to stop now because I’ve got arthritis all down here,” he says, pointing to his hand, while staring down at his long, hardened nails that are shaped into uniformly pristine spear tips for plucking. Has he made peace with the idea of detaching himself permanently from an instrument that has been a lifelong extension of himself? “Yeah,” he says, breezily. “I’m 71 next year. I began playing when I was 11 – that’s 60 years. That’s long enough. I’m lucky I’ve made it this far and I’ve had an amazing life.” As Reilly prepares to hang up an instrument that he truly made his own – although Mitchell says he’s still recording from time to time – there does appear to be a faint glimmer of recognition for the beauty he has created. “It expressed something to me,” he says, referring to a rare moment of listening to old Durutti Column tunes recently. “It was quite emotional. There was a sadness to it but not an unpleasant sadness. It was lovely, actually. That’s the first time I’ve ever thought: well, you did something.” Time Was Gigantic ... When We Were Kidsis on London Records.
