Not my usual Truth Seeking subject today, rather something close to my heart that I thought I’d share with my fellow travellers. After 14 years, I’m saying a bitter sweet goodbye to my alter ego (in the form of Roger Daltrey of The Who) and my association with the UK tribute band Who’s Renown. So far as it goes, it’s not unexpected. The individual members of the band have become involved in numerous individual projects in the last 18 months or so (including myself) and it has become harder to get everybody together at the same time to perform any shows. For my own part, The Truth Seeker’s Guide has taken on a life of its own and I hope to spend a lot more time, this year, expanding my horizons and seeing where it leads. In order that the music doesn’t get stale or we look like we’re going through the motions, we’ve unanimously and amicably decided to put the band to bed, as it were!
For better or worse though, it’s been one hell of a ride and one I’ll find hard to top again in my life. So if you'll indulge me, I'd like to share my story.
I joined the band in late 1997, thanks to my friend’s husband. Pete Hawkesworth was a bass guitar player, who along with his school mate Mick Bowen (a lead and rhythm guitarist), had performed together in bands since the late 70s. My friend had heard me cat wailing at various karaoke’s during my more hedonistic days and she dropped my name to Pete and Mick who, after a lengthy musical sabbatical, had decided to “put the band back together”!
Those early days were a riot of practices. We auditioned dozens of drummers, week after week… one chap (who looked like Buddy Holly, glasses and all) turned out to be almost blind, another lad (despite being a brilliant drummer) suffered incredible stage fright and informed us that he could only play on stage if his dad stood at the side of him… we relied on an old Bontempi drum machine for the longest time!!
Finally, we met John Starling who settled in behind the pots and pans at the back of the stage. The name “Renown” (oddly after a steam engine) stuck after a while and we started playing some local music venues. The gigs were a mix of disinterested drinkers, bar fights and pubs with barbed wire around the windows… no exaggeration! I recall one venue where some nutter with a knife decided to smash all the windows while he waited for the police to come and arrest him.
On another occasion a huge fight kicked off at the end of the night. It was chaos with glass flying everywhere and me, Pete and John flaying equipment around to keep the fight away from the gear. Mick, who seemed to be on another planet much of the time, sat deadpan, nonchalantly rolling cigarettes at a table. The fight moved toward him and, like the cat and dog fights in the old cartoons, finally engulfed him. After a moment, the fight dispersed revealing Mick with his clothes and hair dishevelled, drinks knocked over, yet still rolling his fags with the same blank look…
We fought amongst ourselves a lot in the early days. It seemed like the band was always on the brink of ending. There was always something to prove to somebody else. Ego is often the hallmark of musicians, although we’d never admit it. I remember a particularly bad night, when you could cut the atmosphere (amongst the band) with a knife. We were even arguing over the best way to put the gear away at the end! Pete’s bass playing had (unbeknownst to him) been scrutinised all night by a chap at the bar. During our post gig, gear arranging barney, he had shot to the bar to get a drink and the man coolly motioned to him.
“Great stuff mate. Really great stuff.”Pete briefly said cheers, but shot straight back to the stage… clearly wanting to put his penny worth into the tussle. Later, as we were leaving, the landlord said to Pete,
“Do you know who that was that spoke to you earlier?”
“No mate”
“That was Jim Lea, the bass player from Slade! He lives round here.”
“Oh right!”
The irony was that we’d played a couple of songs by the 70s Glam Rockers during the set! Pete has never lived that one down…
The other problem was direction. At the time we were a jobbing covers band and the style was always an issue. I had my Prog Rock, Post Punk, Talking Heads, Eno, etc. Mick was dedicated to Merseybeat. John was a dyed in the wool folk and blues man with a love of Rory Gallagher. Pete was an overgrown Mod, obsessed with The Who, who rued the day that synth and New Romanticism had come along and killed his beloved Ska and Two-Tone.
We needed focus and direction.
We talked about the need for a show… a performance, rather than a string of greatest hits. Every band looks for the edge it can achieve over the others and we wanted something special, yet familiar to the audience, whilst still representative of us. The decision took a bizarre route though. Pete wanted us to look at Live At Leeds – the infamous live gig by The Who. What got our attention was how songs from Tommy (built around orchestral arrangements and heavy synth) had been stripped down to the core instruments. The Who had subsequently done this with Who Are You, Baba O’Riley, Won’t Get Fooled Again, etc., in other live shows.
This was only to be the example though… not the source. Laughably, our intention was to overhaul Jeff Wayne’s War Of The Worlds! We’d convinced ourselves that it was a ground-breaking idea! To get the ball rolling, we learned the stripped down Who stuff (all synth, violin and piano sections were played on guitar and blues harp) and played it endlessly at gigs.
More and more, The Who took over the sets and always got a good response from the crowds. We didn’t realise it but we had our ‘hook’. Out of the blue, we had a call from a musician who had seen us recently and wanted us to play at an event in Burton On Trent. The catch was to play only The Who and (ahem) ‘dress like them’….
We were billed as a tribute band. This hadn’t even remotely occurred to us. We weren’t fans of the term, simply because of the implications: being (somewhere) like the real thing. We weren’t. We were just us doing “our own take on things”. The costumes were made in a few days. Cheap and shitty, fake beards, wigs and moustaches were brought from the fancy dress shop, we practiced some poses…. It was a riot! Like Osama Bin Laden meets the Carry On films. John’s wig kept falling off whilst drumming, half of Mick’s moustache fell off (and the other wouldn’t shift at all)… We looked like a bunch of first class idiots!
We must have done something right musically because the gigs rolled in afterwards, but always as a tribute, so we gratefully went with the flow. Mick and Pete adopted the early Townsend/Entwhistle look (sans hairpiece!), I purchased an expensive real hair wig (a vicarious experience for me, given that I was as bald as a mule by then), vastly improved costumes were made and the “Who’s” moniker was added to “Renown”.We went about three years playing all over the Midlands and surrounding area and things were going good. Unfortunately, good things never last.
The first problem became something of a recurring one… a la Spinal Tap!... Drummers. John was taking a very early retirement to travel with his wife. Despite no hard feelings, we rapidly found ourselves one man down and the gigs had to stop. We spent almost a year with a drummer called Spence and then a chap named Simon Hassle. We accomplished a lot in the period and really raised the profile of the band, playing at Carmarthen Castle in Wales, Trent Bridge Cricket Grounds in Nottingham, the world famous Cavern Club in Liverpool, to name a few.
We started to realise that we had another problem and it is something that has never been discussed outside of the band until now. Somebody was trying to undermine us. We had phone calls arranging events that we’d turn up to and find that we weren’t on the billing. Dates were being changed at the last minute. Accusations were being made about the band (and individual members) and the paranoia was getting to us.We suspected that it may have been fellow bands, certain agents and representatives.
The threat we mainly posed was not how good (or bad!) we were… rather our independence. AND the fact that the music circuit functions on the principle of monopoly: there can only be one type of something. We collectively managed ourselves, sought no sponsors, 95% of our gigs came via our own hard work and word of mouth, and used only one or two agents on a few occasions. A number of anonymous individuals had all but confirmed this, but it didn’t explain the level of information they had about us personally. There were a number of people on the periphery of the band that also gave us cause for concern.
Eventually (and this is where I have to be careful), one or two individuals clocked part of what was going on. The band was never really the same after that for a good while. The fun died down, we kept our enemies close and closed ranks. It all sounds very macabre and fanciful, but we had no choice if we were going to continue.I lost a lot of my exuberance with the music game during this time also. Despite the arguments, we had always stuck together and that had gone by the end of the troubles. Many practices and gigs would be hard graft, rarely punctuated by a bit of piss taking or banter. The period saw the departure of Simon Hassle and the recruiting of an excellent drummer called Jason Griffin.
The period wasn’t all bad though. In terms of performing, we returned several times to The Cavern Club, showcased Tamworth’s Modrophenia event, performed in York, Sheffield, Leicester, Manchester, followed thousands of mods on scooters down to Skegness for their annual scooter rally, performed on the beach at Southport and the banks of The Thames in London. There are too many to count.
By 2007, things started to go really pear shaped. This time for different reasons. We had worked bloody relentlessly to overcome the obstacles and I think we succeeded. We had been criticised for not looking like The Who, (myself) for not sounding like Daltrey, for publicising ourselves as a tribute (something forced on us by venues and organisers), Pete for not standing perfectly still and looking bored (he pounced like a graceless gazelle sometimes) and Mick for not jumping around and smashing his guitar up!
By the end of the year, the proverbial had hit the fan. Jason had the opportunity to join a band on the verge of signing a deal (we never blamed him for taking it), Mick reacquainted himself with his ex (and by extension, his family) and my kidneys decided to blow up in my face! I suffered a lot of problems with my health for the next 12 months, so my role in the band was haphazard. An old school friend, Adrian Sharratt replaced Mick for the duration and Jason was replaced by our first drummer John (who, after his travels, was looking to get back in the saddle). By now, though, the cracks were obvious and Who’s Renown was a shell of its former self. I might be overly anthropomorphising here, but a band is an entity in its own right. Sometimes it needs a little TLC to get better.
I certainly did anyway! For three bloody months I had to practice sitting down. How can you find your groove if your arse is sat on it?!!
In time my health returned and so did Mick. The band was in demand again, we played a lot, made connections, started other projects and the nature of the band changed yet again. In form it felt like the early days.
The camaraderie started to come back, we sounded better than we ever did and people no longer seemed to care that we were never going to look like The Who. We even did a couple of gigs dressed as ‘us’!
I had the chance to go home and perform in front of the people I’d grown up around at Lichfield Fuse Festival, we even did a mini tour of dates that gave us a holiday on the sun kissed beaches of… England! Actually it was a heat wave summer… just doesn’t sound very exotic.
2010 sounded the beginning of the end. Now involved in numerous other escapades, our other commitments continually got in the way. Half a dozen high profile gigs a year if we were lucky. I think we all knew that the finishing line was in sight, especially when we were approached to join the Modfest stage at Liverpool’s, annual Mathew Street Festival for the August bank holiday weekend.
350,000 people descending on the birthplace of The Beatles for three days of solid music. In our minds, we knew this would be (for better or worse) our swansong.
We took the train in the early morning to Liverpool, signed ourselves in at the town hall, received our all-access passes and trundled off down to the stage, nestled beneath the Liver Birds. The city was quiet and we mucked about, took the piss, had a nap, joked a bit, hid our nerves… just like the good old days. There was even a bit of angst and aggression, when it appeared that the opening act was going to do our entire set list! A good omen, in retrospect. I’m not really sure what we were expecting at the time. The band before us had performed to about 700 - 800 people, but this appeared miniscule when you consider that each of the collective six stages had huge open areas in front of them. We were escorted backstage to the dressing room porta-cabins, so we couldn’t see in front of the stage and had no idea what awaited us. Would we still have the 800? A few more? A lot less?
Security came and lead us up the covered side gantry to the stage. The events co-ordinator patted our backs and said, “Good luck guys!”
Walking onto the stage was singularly the most surreal experience. All I could see was people, as far away as could be seen, left, right and into the distance. All looking at me with my stupid wig and stupid tassels. I looked at John who looked like Casper the friendly ghost. Pete fiddled with his bass and pretended not to notice: The Iceman Cometh! Mick smirked like a kid in the candy store!
My recollection of the next 45 minutes is vague. I know I jumped and swung the mike with everything I had. I shook like a leaf, but sang every note like my dying breath.
I cannot express in words what it was like. I knew that all the years had been worth it. I was hugely proud of myself and my mates and it was quite simply the greatest day of my life to that point….
Nobody said much afterwards. You know that warm content feeling you get sometimes… something like that anyway.
For posterity I asked the co-ordinator to radio up and get the head count. Our audience was in excess of 20,000 people. You know something… people have laughed when we’ve told them that. They don’t believe it or say it’s nothing compared to O2 or Wembley! Life is like that. Experience is singular and exclusive. The experience is always our own to define. I know that there is something greater in that notion that transcends being on a stage or whatever, I'm just not entirely sure what though right now…
After that, we did a few more gigs about the place. You know how it is! Trying to recapture the glory... But looking back is never a constructive emotional state.
Today I’ll allow myself a quiet one. After all, 14 years is a long time.
And then tomorrow… who knows. Onwards and upwards!
Thanks for taking the time to read and support my posts. Wherever you are today, I hope you have a good one my friends.
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An interesting set of developments occurred in the last few days that grabbed my curiosity. I was minutes from heading out the door, when I caught a MSN bulletin (a rare thing I might add) suggesting that the UK government ‘may’ have got it’s tactics wrong with regard to medicating the population in anticipation of 2009’s false flag, “Swine Flu Pandemic”. The announcer also stated that, in doing so, the government had subjected groups of individuals to “potential health risks”. I remember shouting at the TV: “I could have told them that obvious fact 3 years ago!” Trying to keep an eye on the various mainstream outlets for the next few days was also interesting, given that there was little further coverage on the matter. Despite this, I did manage to find a few articles drifting around the net shedding some light.
It seems that the story revolves around the so called ‘wonder drug’ Tamiflu which was used to prevent and treat influenza in the past and mass distributed to hundreds of thousands of people (if not more) in the UK during the scaremongering period of 2009. Tamiflu was discovered in 1999 by the Californian biotech company, Gilead Sciences and is currently manufactured by Swiss pharmaceutical company Roche.
Roche’s studies on Tamiflu suggested that it reduced the number of patients who needed to be hospitalised after becoming infected with swine flu. These findings have been recently called into question by Sir Iain Chambers (founder of The Cochrane Collaboration, “a non-profit group who analyse medical evidence through results from the world's best medical research studies”). He says, “We have invested millions of pounds on stockpiling Tamiflu on the basis of a paper that presented the results of 12 trials, only two of which have been published… the investigation shows Roche refused to provide data to evaluate these trials.”
Both Gilead Sciences and Roche have a colourful history regarding pharmaceutical development that deserves a thorough examination (no pun intended!). As for the health risks, the reported side effects have included nausea, nightmares (in children), and narcolepsy… although many others have been cited.
The truth about Tamiflu goes much deeper than these adverse reactions though and it seems that here is where the MSM will not dare to tread… for to discuss it would invoke a public scandal. The subsequent Swine Flu vaccination (and many other vaccinations) proved an even greater risk to the public. The treatment contained the deadly adjuvant Squalene (which wreaks havoc with the human immune system and was listed in the EU as a bio-
weapon), the vaccine had been sitting on the shelf for an eternity and was shipped out with virtually no trials on humans, it created huge profits for Big Pharma, it had already been shown to potentially trigger auto-immune diseases and famously highlighted government ineptitude during the 1976 Swine Flu outbreak when the vaccination killed hundreds and left others with the crippling Guillain-Barre syndrome.
Most disturbing of all were the attempts by several western governments (in tandem with the fear tactics of the mainstream media) to create a mandatory vaccination programme. Although this never extended as widely as they hoped (due in thanks to a surprisingly large number of well-informed individuals and a lacklustre uptake), the UK Government’s own documents show that large scale, mandatory treatment was well into the advance planning stages.
The callous nature of the TPTB continues unabated even now. There were many unreported deaths, not from Swine Flu, but rather as a reaction to the treatment. These statistics were bundled in with ‘official’ number of Swine ‘FLU’ fatalities. During the 2011/2012 winter period, numerous seasonal flu deaths were reclassified as Swine Flu deaths. Why?!! Examples of government thinking can be witnessed in the documents “Draft Strategic National Vaccine Plan” (11/26/08) & The House Of Commons Swine flu vaccination - Standard Note: SN/SC/5164 - Author: Dr Gavin Colthart. The UK NHS Swine Flu Survival Guide pamphlet also makes for interesting reading (between the lines, of course!)
There is a much more important issue here though. The media, huge corporations, medical institutions, the government… all colluding to try to get all of us to expose our health to potentially life threatening risks. What the hell are they playing at?! You only have to due any peripheral research into a company like Monsanto to know that it ain't good anyway! The rhetoric, after the Swine Flu ‘Pandemic’ amounted to nothing was “prevention and luck saved the day”. Quite frankly this is a cover story on the scale of a steaming great pile of horse manure! It's possible that this recent touch of truth regarding Swine Flu will open the gate to larger exposure, but I doubt it. Disclosure would raise far to many uncomfortable questions.
As for you, I can only make a suggestion: If they ever tell you vaccinations are good for you and that you need to have one, I suggest you run for the door as fast as you can. This might sound like scare tactics from the flipside of the coin but don't take it from me... Do your own homework, get informed and make up your own mind. You’ll be glad you did.
Namaste Folks!
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http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-birmingham-16607097
http://thetruthseekersguide.blogspot.com/2011/07/un-natural-war-part-four-vaccinations_23.html
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-2087760/Tamiflu-Side-effects-effectiveness-wonder-drug-microscope.html?ito=feeds-newsxml
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Welcome folks and a very belated Happy New Year you all. Sorry for the lateness of my first article of the year. I unfortunately suffered some damage to my back over the New Year, which has prevented me from sitting, writing, typing… well most things actually! I am still in considerable discomfort but I’m feeling better by the day.
On the plus side it has given me the opportunity to do a load of reading, which is always a good thing. I’ve been itching to re-read some Orwell and Milton for a while and I’ve finally got around to getting through some truth related books: “Operation Hollywood” by David L. Robb, “The Age of Manipulation” by Wilson Bryan Key, Peter Reich’s “A Book of Dreams” (many thanks again Andrew, for the copy!) and a stack more.
I love to read and I always impress the importance of literature to anyone who listens to me! That said I’ve missed getting about, work, gigging, etc. I hoped to kick off a week or two ago, with some ruminations about 2011/2012. Whilst it’s probably all been said now, I can’t help feeling that this year will be the game changer.
There is something fundamentally important about the times we live in. 2011 was a ransacked year on multiple levels. The political and social upheaval was immense. Regardless of your opinions of how genuine or manipulated the Arab Spring was, the implications of Mark Duggan and the (ahem) “UK Riots”, the curious nature of the overall Occupy Movement (something that initially promised so much), NATO’s attempts to see how many nations they can topple in record time… it shows that the Agenda players are most certainly positioning themselves for something big.
What’s next on the cards… who can say. It’s a given that Iran is in their sights, some sort of manipulated economic catastrophe is almost certainly imminent and I would not be in the least bit surprised if the Olympics turns into the event of the year (in ways that we can’t yet fathom).
As for the whole 2012, end of the world, rapture, Nibiru, Comet Elenin stuff, I don’t know personally. I suspect it may all come and go without event… we’ll have to wait and see. It’s troubling, never the less, that there does seem to be some bizarre stuff going on. I was truly surprised to learn that there was, in excess of, 150 (6.0 magnitude or above) earthquakes across the world last year and, when you look at events like the Japanese Tsunami, it appears that this is not just a case of “business as usual”.
The animals were also behaving oddly! There were huge numbers of birds literally falling out the sky, thousands of fish washing up dead, species appearing thousands of miles away from their usual stomping grounds… what’s going on?! Is it just a case of nature’s little aberrations (!) , toxicological, weather modification or something as yet unconsidered?
More troubling than ever is the rapid programme of social engineering and perception management. I am appalled, more by the day, with that which is being pedalled by the mainstream media, social trends and education system as “acceptable”. I’m no prude but surely it can’t be right for people to be so numb toward morally bankrupt behaviour? Whilst I am always heartened by the increasing number of people who are having their own awakening experiences (in whatever form it may take), there are also increasing amounts of people who are being steered to perfection. Their ignorance is staggering and their apathy borders on “not even spitting on you, if you were on fire”….
What state we will be in by this time next year, is anyone’s guess. Only time will tell…
I remain optimistic though. I was a classic product of the system for several (prolonged and hazily recalled!) periods in my life and if I can initiate my own process of metanoia, then there is hope for anyone! As for the future… we make our own.
Till Next Time...
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