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<strong>Burning</strong> <strong>Up</strong> <strong>Times</strong> Issue 3<br />
notoriety. Alas, <strong>The</strong> Clash are out of the<br />
loop. Mick Jones and Paul Simonon are<br />
diminished without the late Joe Strummer,<br />
as he was without them, and that’s the<br />
biggest tragedy of all. So I say get your<br />
ya ya’s out lads and do the right thing.<br />
You’ll all make fortunes but, better still,<br />
you’ll put smiles on the faces of those<br />
who adored you. With every year that<br />
passes you’re denying them the magic<br />
that <strong>co</strong>ursed through that Brixton Pistols<br />
gig from beginning to end. In the face of<br />
dwindling re<strong>co</strong>rd sales, live and dangerous<br />
is what it’s all about. It’s going back to the<br />
roots, the ones in your soul and not on<br />
your head. With the odd exception, pop<br />
music as a vibrant, pertinent force is dead<br />
on its feet, its cutting edge blunted by the<br />
excessive eighties, Spice Girl nineties and<br />
the I-pod overkill of the new millennium.<br />
It’s duty now is to massage the memory, to<br />
be a chute for all the shit we’ve managed<br />
to <strong>co</strong>llect over the last thirty years. To be<br />
live, just to prove we’re not dead. On the<br />
packed tube home I overheard a guy say to<br />
his mate. ‘I was really choked they didn’t<br />
sing Who Killed Bambi.’ Like the song<br />
says that introduced the Sex Pistols to<br />
Brixton – <strong>The</strong>y’ll always be an England.<br />
Nowadays I have a cruise magazine<br />
which I started about eight years ago,<br />
travelling all over the world reviewing<br />
cruise ships. Nice.<br />
All the bands loved RM because it was<br />
poppy, and they all regarded themselves<br />
as pop bands. If you talk to John Lydon<br />
now, he’d tell you it was all about having a<br />
good time and being in a pop band. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
used to laugh themselves silly at some of<br />
the pomp and circumstance stuff that was<br />
written about them at the time. <strong>The</strong>re<br />
were some journos I really respected. Tony<br />
Parsons I really got on well with – I went<br />
on my fi rst trip abroad with him to see<br />
Nazareth in ’76 in Hamburg. Him and<br />
Julie Burchill handled themselves very well<br />
on NME. I was also a big fan of Charles<br />
Shaar Murray as a writer. I went with<br />
him to see <strong>The</strong> Clash in Paris which was<br />
the fi rst time I’d really been on the road<br />
with them. Caroline Coon, was there as<br />
well and she was like this aristocrat in the<br />
<strong>co</strong>rner. <strong>The</strong>y were such different people<br />
to me and I guess I had this underlying<br />
inferiority <strong>co</strong>mplex. When I left RM<br />
to go into PR with Alan Edwards I felt<br />
un<strong>co</strong>mfortable. Although I loved working<br />
with Alan I missed being a journalist. It<br />
was the writing side I missed more than<br />
anything. Being in PR, you <strong>co</strong>uldn’t enjoy<br />
gigs anymore because there were things<br />
you had to do, people you had to deal<br />
with and I <strong>co</strong>uldn’t appreciate the music.<br />
Suddenly it was all about the business<br />
end. And I didn’t like dealing with the<br />
journalists at all. When I got back into<br />
journalism I ended up writing the pop<br />
<strong>co</strong>lumns for the Daily Re<strong>co</strong>rd and <strong>The</strong><br />
Star and had my own Saturday music<br />
<strong>co</strong>lumn in the old London Evening News.<br />
Punk was dead but I travelled the world<br />
interviewing stars from Springsteen to<br />
McCartney. <strong>The</strong>y were heady times. Might<br />
be a book in it! At this time Mal<strong>co</strong>lm<br />
McLaren asked me to ghost write his<br />
autobiography which involved McLaren<br />
spilling the beans to me about everyone<br />
and everything round my fl at nearly three<br />
nights a week for two months. It was<br />
his Bow Wow Wow phase and he was a<br />
man on a mission. For him, time had to<br />
be respected, wined and dined and then<br />
taken from behind. You had to master it,<br />
to ride it like a rodeo star and never, ever<br />
fall off. It was all a question of timing.<br />
Get that right and manipulation will<br />
invariably follow. Sadly, due to <strong>co</strong>ntractual<br />
<strong>co</strong>mplications, the book still hasn’t seen<br />
the light of day. But it’s pretty explosive<br />
stuff. I eventually went into publishing and<br />
started up Flexipop magazine in 1980. We<br />
used to have an exclusive track re<strong>co</strong>rded<br />
on a fl exi disc on the <strong>co</strong>ver of each issue<br />
and had bands from Genesis to <strong>The</strong> Jam.<br />
I remember organising an interview<br />
with Hugh and JJ for the mag. While we<br />
were waiting for them, I had this idea of<br />
a picture for the <strong>co</strong>ver with the two of<br />
them <strong>co</strong>vered in carnations. So I went to<br />
a nearby fl orist off Tottenham Court Road<br />
to see if I <strong>co</strong>uld just borrow them, but they<br />
wouldn’t have it. I ended up buying loads<br />
of these fl owers but Hugh and JJ were<br />
three hours late. <strong>The</strong>re was no time for the<br />
interview and the carnations were wilting.<br />
But somewhere out there are pictures of<br />
them lying on the fl oor in a sea of red<br />
carnations.<br />
Was ‘77 and Punk a tough act to follow?<br />
It was the best year of my life. Oh dear,<br />
does that sound too sad for words…?<br />
My head was crammed with<br />
Barry’s infectious enthusiasm<br />
for music and love for <strong>The</strong><br />
Stranglers. But at this point, the interview<br />
endeth. For it came to pass Barry had kids<br />
waiting for him at a school, and I had<br />
the North Circular to circumnavigate. As<br />
I photographed Barry between Muswell<br />
Hill’s shoppers, I offered him a lift. As<br />
we approached his base, he suggested I<br />
park up for a se<strong>co</strong>nd outside while he ran<br />
inside. I made a mental note of thanking<br />
him for doing the interview. Half a minute<br />
on, Barry emerged from his porch holding<br />
a <strong>co</strong>py of ‘77 Sulphate Strip – he beat me<br />
to it: he signed it as well. ‘To Gary, Thanks<br />
for a great interview. Barry Cain.’<br />
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