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Issue 84 / Dec 2017/Jan 2018

December 2017/January 2018 issue of Bido Lito! Featuring LO FIVE, TAYÁ, NICK POWER, MAC DEMARCO, LIVERPOOL MUSIC WEEK 2017 REVIEW and much more. Plus a special look at our need for space and independent venues, coinciding with a report into the health of Liverpool's music infrastructure.

December 2017/January 2018 issue of Bido Lito! Featuring LO FIVE, TAYÁ, NICK POWER, MAC DEMARCO, LIVERPOOL MUSIC WEEK 2017 REVIEW and much more. Plus a special look at our need for space and independent venues, coinciding with a report into the health of Liverpool's music infrastructure.

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In late November I was lucky enough to be asked to host<br />

a Q&A with the directors of seminal Liverpool music<br />

biopic You’ll Never Walk Alone. Filmed in 1992, the film<br />

is a portrait of Liverpool at the lowest of ebbs: a grey,<br />

decaying, battered city that, somewhat paradoxically, plays<br />

host to a buoyant and scintillating music culture. It drips with<br />

romance. It drips with pain. It’s the quintessential Liverpool<br />

depiction; irrepressible beauty in the face of abject misery.<br />

Despite its name (the film’s producers were French so we’ll<br />

forgive them the partisan slip up) the film represents essential<br />

viewing and the manner in which it has attained a somewhat<br />

iconic status in the intervening years is unsurprising. Dig it out<br />

on YouTube.<br />

Explored through the lens of characters such as Ian<br />

McCulloch, Mick Head, Edgar Summertyme and regular<br />

contributor to these pink pages Paul Fitzgerald (the film<br />

includes a beautiful scene from the Fitzgerald family home<br />

featuring a moving vocal performance from Paul’s Nan),<br />

the documentary captures a city that – on the face it – is<br />

unrecognisable from the resurgent, optimistic place we<br />

find today. But, beneath the concrete and glazed veneer<br />

of progress we see in our city centre, how much really has<br />

changed?<br />

The opening sequence to You’ll Never Walk Alone carries<br />

a poignant and sobering observation; in 1960, Liverpool<br />

was the second largest city in the UK, but, by 1992, half<br />

the population had left. It also features a sequence shot at<br />

the top of Granby Street with Sheldon Rice, a young black<br />

MC, delivering a withering freestyle takedown of police<br />

persecution, corruption and forgotten areas of the city being<br />

left to their own devices. Somewhat poignantly, this quickly<br />

cuts to a Beatles tour bus heading up to Penny Lane.<br />

People being driven away from the city?<br />

A city that doesn’t work for everyone?<br />

Black artists pushed to the margins, a tragic lack of diversity?<br />

Swathes of the city forgotten and left behind?<br />

The idea that heritage tourism will save us all?<br />

Sound familiar?<br />

24 Kitchen Street Meraki<br />

OK, so Liverpool isn’t as bleak as it was in 1992. I<br />

completely accept and wholeheartedly welcome that. There<br />

is opportunity here. There is work. Admittedly much of that<br />

work is low paid and irregular, but there is work. Yet, we<br />

face many of the same challenges as those grappled with<br />

back in 1992. And music is an acute way of demonstrating<br />

those challenges. Since 2008 we have lived in a new age of<br />

‘Culture’. Whereas we once ran the docks of empire, Liverpool<br />

now positions itself as a global titan of ‘Culture’. Given our<br />

history, music should be our prized cargo. But is it?<br />

We see music venues and clubs closing around us. We<br />

see the influence of developer power and money riding<br />

roughshod over our cultural heritage and creative community.<br />

We see a vision of Liverpool based on Fab Four cotton candy<br />

sold around the world, while, at the same time, a buoyant<br />

international music subculture bubbles here away from<br />

the Beatles tourist’s gaze. We see an absence of structural<br />

support for Liverpool’s embryonic music industry. We see<br />

emerging artists, cut adrift by a collapsed music industry,<br />

needing help and support to flourish, and an opportunity to<br />

embed them here as part of the city’s future. We see a music<br />

sector cut-off from our education system.<br />

It doesn’t have to be this way.<br />

A buoyant Music Cities movement has gathered pace<br />

over recent years, a new sphere of thinking that intersects<br />

music, urban policy and planning. We see cities across the<br />

world – from Groningen to Adelaide – creating innovative new<br />

frameworks which place support for and the development of<br />

their music sectors and communities at the heart of their city<br />

vision. In contrast, we have, until now, witnessed an absence<br />

of strategic planning around music policy in Liverpool.<br />

As a reaction to this, in April this year we launched<br />

Liverpool, Music City?, a project in partnership with Liverpool<br />

John Moores University, designed to ask some pretty<br />

fundamental, searching questions; is Liverpool a global music<br />

city? What does music really mean to Liverpool? How is<br />

music valued? How healthy is Liverpool’s music ecology? Is<br />

Liverpool’s music tourism offer truly world-class and what role<br />

does new music play within it? In terms of its policies around<br />

noise, planning and the role of music in the built environment,<br />

does Liverpool have a global music city outlook? How good<br />

are we at developing the next wave of artists in the city? Is<br />

Liverpool an international hub for music business? How joined<br />

up is the city’s music industry and music education offer?<br />

“Given our<br />

history, music<br />

should be our<br />

prized cargo”<br />

Invisible Wind Factory<br />

FEATURE<br />

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