You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning
You got a lotta nerve
To say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that's winning
You say I let you down
You know it's not like that
If you're so hurt
Why then don't you show it
You say you lost your faith
But that's not where it's at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it
I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You're in with
Do you take me for such a fool
To think I'd make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don't know to begin with
You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, "How are you?" "Good luck"
But you don't mean it
When you know as well as me
You'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once
And scream it
No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I'd rob them
And now I know you're dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don't you understand
It's not my problem
I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is
To see you
Copyright © 1965; renewed 1993 Special Rider Music
Johnny Echols cited this song as his favourite Bob Dylan track in a recent Mojo magazine and said it was about false friendship. I heard it on the radio this morning (covered by Mick Hucknall for chrissake - even he couldn't make it sound bad) and it just made me wonder if Johnny felt it was reminiscent of his relationship with Arthur Lee.
Hey ho
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Forgive me father it has been two months since my last blog...
A lot has happened in the interim, some of it good and some of it bad. I can say for sure though that I feel a lot more rational and together than I did between February and July when I wrote most of the blog - but it was a great cathartic experience. I even feel better about my job! Hopefully I'll get back to more regular entries shortly, but in the meantime here are a few pictures for your delectation...
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Its been a strange few weeks...
It just has been.....
I don't even know how much of it I can write about - partly because I don't really know yet how I feel about it, partly because some of the stuff is about other people and not about me.
But I will be back...
and in the meanwhile here are some pictures of Love without Arthur Lee taken at Stourbridge Rock Cafe
I don't even know how much of it I can write about - partly because I don't really know yet how I feel about it, partly because some of the stuff is about other people and not about me.
But I will be back...
and in the meanwhile here are some pictures of Love without Arthur Lee taken at Stourbridge Rock Cafe
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Steve's 50th birthday meal 18th June 2005
Rush of blood to the head time here, like buses there's none for ages and then two come along together...
Anyway, here's a pic of Keith and I at Steve's celebratory birthday meal at the rather fine World Service restaurant in Nottingham
Anyway, here's a pic of Keith and I at Steve's celebratory birthday meal at the rather fine World Service restaurant in Nottingham
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Its ages since I last posted...
It is ages since I last posted - I've been trying to concentrate on my job, and to some extent have succeeded. I've also been on a great holiday on the Greek island of Symi. Love are back in the UK in a couple of weeks, first show Stourbridge on 1st July, so normal serice will be resumed asap
In the meantime, some nice pics of my holidays!!
In the meantime, some nice pics of my holidays!!
Friday, May 20, 2005
No 23: Edinburgh Liquid Room 11th April 2005
Lizzy and I are up at 4.45am - Keith asks me why the f**k I'm getting up so early, then I remind him that we're on the early flight to Edinburgh - he puts the pillow over his head and goes back to sleep...
We're out of the house at 5.15am and drive into town to pick up Aake, who is sitting on the pavement outside his hotel waiting for us. I drive the 10 miles or so to East Midlands Airport, park up and we check in - we're numbers 1 2 and 3 to check onto our flight, the 7.30am Easyjet to Edinburgh. I've flown to Edinburgh several times before from here, but still manage to get us sitting in completely the wrong part of the airport, i.e. the part where we can't hear the calls for our flight. Never mind, we figure it out on the end, and we're all aboard with about 10 minutes to spare.
Off the plane and onto the airlink bus to the city centre, a really good service - we arrive just before 9am. Lizzy and I are staying with Fiona and Billy who are some of the brilliant people we've met before at Love gigs - we're meeting up with Fiona in Jenner's cafe at 9am - and there she is!! Its wonderful when a plan comes together.
We have a nice greasy Scottish breakfast and then all get the bus to Portobello, where Fiona and Billy live - its a lovely area, the Edinburgh seaside, their house overlooks the beach and the Firth of Forth. The three of us chill out for a while then Billy arrives back from his optician's appointment where he's had weird stuff squirted in his eyes and is finding it hard to see. We go for a walk to see the sights of Portobello, then back for a great lunch, then we all decide we could probably do with a bit of a kip to get a bit of energy back for tonight's proceedings after the very early start.
The next door neighbour Molly is coming to the gig as well - we've also arranged to meet up with Aake and Old Man (George) and his daughter Lorna who have come down from Aberdeen so we're going to be quite a large contingent. We decide to defer the great curry that Fiona has cooked for us and set off for the centre of town at about 6pm, to meet up with Aake, George and Lorna at the Last Drop pub in the Grassmarket. Everybody seems to hit it off famously - Fiona and Billy say that Aake must stay with them next time he's in Scotland, even though at one stage Billy accuses Aake of looking like one of the itinerant Grassmarket alkies!! (it must be the tattoos).
We head off towards the venue - I spot Troels typing away in an internet cafe we pass on the way and rush in to say hello. The unmistakable tourbus is parked up outside the Liquid Room, which is on one of those old narrow streets in the Edinburgh Old Town, however nobody seems to mind that. Lizzy's cousin Joan is driving down from near Perth as well, we had asked Glenn on Friday if her name could go down on the door as its late in the day to get tickets, but it doesn't seem to be there - anyway, the nice lady lets her in anyway, we mention Scottish Keith's name and his was on the door, I think it is for every show!
Inside and Lizzy, Joan, Aake. George, Lorna and I take up our familiar positions right at the front. Fiona, Billy and Molly prefer to be upstairs on there balcony where there's a good view and not such a crush - Lizzy and I filmed from there last time we were here. Its Primary 5 in support again tonight, as good as ever - Paul Quinn has a real stage presence. There are some real heavy bouncers in the area between the crowd and the stage, definitely no flash photography here tonight. We're joined near the front by the prodigious Loveshack, who's come over from Glasgow - he can't make the Glasgow gig because of some football match or the other.
The place is packed when Arthur and the band come on stage - I seem to remember Johnny getting a particularly warm reception. Another cracking show!!!!
At the end, after the encore, Johnny comes over to the edge of ths stage - he shakes my hand and I can feel that he's passing me something - its his guitar pick, which is now among my most treasured possessions.
Our (quite large) party all heads outside after the gig - Arthur and Johnny haven't come out to sign autographs tonight but Billy is determined that he'll get his album covers signed, so we wait around for a while for them to come out to get into the taxi back to their hotel. Billy isn't taking no for an answer and gets his autographs.
Mike is around as well as Brummy Jim - we all pile into a nearby bar and have a cracking hour or two drinking and having a great time - then its a taxi back to Fiona and Billy's house where we eventually get to eat that curry - very welcome it is as well. Off to bed for a few hours - Lizzy is getting the early train back to Newcastle, and I'm flying back to Nottingham, so we've got a taxi booked for about 5.30 am again. Fiona gets up to see us off - they really have shown us fantastic hospitality! The taxi takes us to Waverley station, Lizzy goes off to catch her train and I get the bus back to the airport for the 8.20 plane.
Back in the East Midlands, I head for the great services near Junction 24 of the M1 where they have showers and everything - I've left my work gear in the car , so I shower, put on some make-up and my work suit and head for my 11.30 meeting in Leicester. I pick up my colleague who's come up from London at Leicester station and we head for the organisation where we are pitching for some business. I'm pretty tired but things seem to be going OK. Its going to be an early night tonight.
We hear a couple of weeks later that our pitch was not the successful one.
Hey ho
We're out of the house at 5.15am and drive into town to pick up Aake, who is sitting on the pavement outside his hotel waiting for us. I drive the 10 miles or so to East Midlands Airport, park up and we check in - we're numbers 1 2 and 3 to check onto our flight, the 7.30am Easyjet to Edinburgh. I've flown to Edinburgh several times before from here, but still manage to get us sitting in completely the wrong part of the airport, i.e. the part where we can't hear the calls for our flight. Never mind, we figure it out on the end, and we're all aboard with about 10 minutes to spare.
Off the plane and onto the airlink bus to the city centre, a really good service - we arrive just before 9am. Lizzy and I are staying with Fiona and Billy who are some of the brilliant people we've met before at Love gigs - we're meeting up with Fiona in Jenner's cafe at 9am - and there she is!! Its wonderful when a plan comes together.
We have a nice greasy Scottish breakfast and then all get the bus to Portobello, where Fiona and Billy live - its a lovely area, the Edinburgh seaside, their house overlooks the beach and the Firth of Forth. The three of us chill out for a while then Billy arrives back from his optician's appointment where he's had weird stuff squirted in his eyes and is finding it hard to see. We go for a walk to see the sights of Portobello, then back for a great lunch, then we all decide we could probably do with a bit of a kip to get a bit of energy back for tonight's proceedings after the very early start.
The next door neighbour Molly is coming to the gig as well - we've also arranged to meet up with Aake and Old Man (George) and his daughter Lorna who have come down from Aberdeen so we're going to be quite a large contingent. We decide to defer the great curry that Fiona has cooked for us and set off for the centre of town at about 6pm, to meet up with Aake, George and Lorna at the Last Drop pub in the Grassmarket. Everybody seems to hit it off famously - Fiona and Billy say that Aake must stay with them next time he's in Scotland, even though at one stage Billy accuses Aake of looking like one of the itinerant Grassmarket alkies!! (it must be the tattoos).
We head off towards the venue - I spot Troels typing away in an internet cafe we pass on the way and rush in to say hello. The unmistakable tourbus is parked up outside the Liquid Room, which is on one of those old narrow streets in the Edinburgh Old Town, however nobody seems to mind that. Lizzy's cousin Joan is driving down from near Perth as well, we had asked Glenn on Friday if her name could go down on the door as its late in the day to get tickets, but it doesn't seem to be there - anyway, the nice lady lets her in anyway, we mention Scottish Keith's name and his was on the door, I think it is for every show!
Inside and Lizzy, Joan, Aake. George, Lorna and I take up our familiar positions right at the front. Fiona, Billy and Molly prefer to be upstairs on there balcony where there's a good view and not such a crush - Lizzy and I filmed from there last time we were here. Its Primary 5 in support again tonight, as good as ever - Paul Quinn has a real stage presence. There are some real heavy bouncers in the area between the crowd and the stage, definitely no flash photography here tonight. We're joined near the front by the prodigious Loveshack, who's come over from Glasgow - he can't make the Glasgow gig because of some football match or the other.
The place is packed when Arthur and the band come on stage - I seem to remember Johnny getting a particularly warm reception. Another cracking show!!!!
At the end, after the encore, Johnny comes over to the edge of ths stage - he shakes my hand and I can feel that he's passing me something - its his guitar pick, which is now among my most treasured possessions.
Our (quite large) party all heads outside after the gig - Arthur and Johnny haven't come out to sign autographs tonight but Billy is determined that he'll get his album covers signed, so we wait around for a while for them to come out to get into the taxi back to their hotel. Billy isn't taking no for an answer and gets his autographs.
Mike is around as well as Brummy Jim - we all pile into a nearby bar and have a cracking hour or two drinking and having a great time - then its a taxi back to Fiona and Billy's house where we eventually get to eat that curry - very welcome it is as well. Off to bed for a few hours - Lizzy is getting the early train back to Newcastle, and I'm flying back to Nottingham, so we've got a taxi booked for about 5.30 am again. Fiona gets up to see us off - they really have shown us fantastic hospitality! The taxi takes us to Waverley station, Lizzy goes off to catch her train and I get the bus back to the airport for the 8.20 plane.
Back in the East Midlands, I head for the great services near Junction 24 of the M1 where they have showers and everything - I've left my work gear in the car , so I shower, put on some make-up and my work suit and head for my 11.30 meeting in Leicester. I pick up my colleague who's come up from London at Leicester station and we head for the organisation where we are pitching for some business. I'm pretty tired but things seem to be going OK. Its going to be an early night tonight.
We hear a couple of weeks later that our pitch was not the successful one.
Hey ho
No 22: Nottingham Rescue Rooms, 10th April 2005
Nottingham - my home town - or at least the place where I live - I must admit that I continue to hold a torch for Newcastle where I spent the first 18 years of my life.
Lizzy is not too well over both Saturday night and Sunday morning - we have a quiet day at home as Sunday night and Monday are due to be pretty gruelling. Its a nice warm day in Nottingham.
We drive into town and park up and then wander round to the Rescue Rooms. Mike is walking through the bar area, we stop and have a chat - I've printed up the picture of Coops licking him at the Irish Centre in Leeds and give him a copy, he thinks its great and plans to put it up on the tour bus.
In the main room, we spot Aake who's over from Sweden. He's flying up to Edinburgh the next day, on the same plane as us (Easyjet!) so we arrange to pick him up from his hotel in downtown Nottingham at 5.30 am the next day (a good reason if ever there was one for not drinking too much beer tonight). Aake is taking in Aberdeen and Glasgow as well before heading off back to Stockholm - a true fan if ever there was one!! My old Nottingham friends Paul and Pam are there as well, Paul has been a fan since the 60s - I've prewarned him that Arthur and Johnny are likely to be in a signing mood , so to bring his old album covers. We all take up position near the front. Another guy, Mark aka Barber John, introduces himself, he's travelled down from Leeds - having your picture on Torben's Love website is a guaranteed way to get your face known at Love gigs.
Its a different support band this evening - I can't even remember what they are called so they obviously did not make much of an impression. Then the band come on stage, all bar Arthur who ambles on slightly later...
I'm not one to cast aspersions, but lets just say his mind and him are going on slightly different paths this evening. He starts to play his harp, something a bit bluesy and rambling - all this time Troels is standing nearby holding his guitar, and the rest of the band are looking on. He gets his act together after a few minutes and they start the normal show -which is great. The Rescue Rooms is a small venue and standing at the front, you're within a few feet of the band, which is brilliant as far as I'm concerned. Paul and Pam are having a fantastic time as well, their first time in the front row so to speak, and they love it.
At the end of the gig both Johnny and Arthur wander out from backstage - and Paul gets his album covers signed. We don't hang around, its going to be an early start tomorrow - Edinburgh.....
Lizzy is not too well over both Saturday night and Sunday morning - we have a quiet day at home as Sunday night and Monday are due to be pretty gruelling. Its a nice warm day in Nottingham.
We drive into town and park up and then wander round to the Rescue Rooms. Mike is walking through the bar area, we stop and have a chat - I've printed up the picture of Coops licking him at the Irish Centre in Leeds and give him a copy, he thinks its great and plans to put it up on the tour bus.
In the main room, we spot Aake who's over from Sweden. He's flying up to Edinburgh the next day, on the same plane as us (Easyjet!) so we arrange to pick him up from his hotel in downtown Nottingham at 5.30 am the next day (a good reason if ever there was one for not drinking too much beer tonight). Aake is taking in Aberdeen and Glasgow as well before heading off back to Stockholm - a true fan if ever there was one!! My old Nottingham friends Paul and Pam are there as well, Paul has been a fan since the 60s - I've prewarned him that Arthur and Johnny are likely to be in a signing mood , so to bring his old album covers. We all take up position near the front. Another guy, Mark aka Barber John, introduces himself, he's travelled down from Leeds - having your picture on Torben's Love website is a guaranteed way to get your face known at Love gigs.
Its a different support band this evening - I can't even remember what they are called so they obviously did not make much of an impression. Then the band come on stage, all bar Arthur who ambles on slightly later...
I'm not one to cast aspersions, but lets just say his mind and him are going on slightly different paths this evening. He starts to play his harp, something a bit bluesy and rambling - all this time Troels is standing nearby holding his guitar, and the rest of the band are looking on. He gets his act together after a few minutes and they start the normal show -which is great. The Rescue Rooms is a small venue and standing at the front, you're within a few feet of the band, which is brilliant as far as I'm concerned. Paul and Pam are having a fantastic time as well, their first time in the front row so to speak, and they love it.
At the end of the gig both Johnny and Arthur wander out from backstage - and Paul gets his album covers signed. We don't hang around, its going to be an early start tomorrow - Edinburgh.....
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