Just got back from Exeter Picturehouse, after having some Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll. I wept all the way through.
I am sure Ian Dury was more stable and less desperate than that, although I only saw him once (Canbury Park, Kingston Poly circa 1979). What a great gig. As for the film: brilliant performances, comfy seats, drinks allowed in the cinema. And a track you never heard on the radio, as is made clear in the film
Bizarrely off to see Oil City Confidential" at the same venue this same week (we'll have to become members if this keeps up, and save a fortune on drinks and booking fees) on Tuesday, which will take me back to 1975, also at Kingston Poly. Just before punk, with the Feelgoods, and a bottle of Newcastle Brown stuffed down the back of your trousers to avoid the frisking.
Coming out of the pics at 6.15pm feels like 10pm. Home to bed.
Great days before Polys were Unies, and music was just taking off. (A shame about the 1980s and 90s)
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Kingston Poly tuned me down. I went to Middlesex Poly instead.
*turned*
The Ian Dury film bizarrely hasn't been shown in any of Cambridge's three cinemas so I haven't seen it. A great shame as Ian Dury is one of my genuine heroes. I count myself extremely lucky to have seen him life (Cambridge, the year before he died).
I might just have to wait for the DVD release.
Look, I'm as bad as J.G. I meant *live* of course. :-)
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