I’ve been an unashamed lover of the music of Steely Dan since my mate Dylan lent me the Gold compilation album all of 22 years ago. He bought it on cassette – How quaint! Wonder if he still has it. Anyway, I bought front man Donald Fagen’s memoir, Eminent Hipsters, last week and was just perusing it there when I came across this gem on page 100.
“Back to the artist as a megalomanical dick: Just like in the civilian population, a nasty, rude fucker is nasty and rude because they’re scared of what you think of them. It’s a defense. Sometimes, the same stuff that made them so scared has also contributed to their creative nature, though I’ve found that the most unpleasant ones are usually mediocre artists as well. This is because real art – I’m generalizing here – requires a certain level of empathy.”
Hmmmm…..Know anyone like that? I’m really looking forward to reading this book.
Well someone had to say it….Wonder what Malcolm Gladwell makes of being described as “a journalist who recycles fake insights.” Ouch!
One from the Obituary morgue…Here’s the recently deceased Frank Keating’s obituary of the even more recently deceased doyen of sport’s presenters, David Coleman.
I had Neil Young to keep me company throughout 800kms of driving about the lovely Irish countryside this week. Neil sustained a remarkable 11 year creative streak – matched only by David Bowie – between 1968′s eponymous debut and 1979′s Rust Never Sleeps. His music moves me in a way that Bob Dylan’s never could and I always keep coming back to the fourth track on that first album, the brilliant I’ve Been Waiting For You. I was lucky enough to see him perform it live twice, at the Fleadh in Finsbury Park in 2001 and at Malahide Castle in 2008.
John Lawton’s Then We Take Berlin is out at the beginning of December. it will be his first novel without the wonderful Inspector Troy. In the following video he gives some of the background to what will be one of the most eagerly awaited historical crime novels of the year.
I’m always tempted to put the near-Beatlemania that Cheap Trick experienced in Tokyo in 1978 down to front man Robin Zander being such a handsome bastard, but the music is just too good to ignore and I’ve met a few Japanese women who have very good taste in music. So maybe it’s not improbable that all those screeching school girls really were digging Rick Nielsen’s wonderful songwriting and guitar playing.
Sound Opinions, Greg Kot and Jim DeRogatis’s wonderful weekly music magazine, celebrated the 35th anniversary of At Budokan last month. They had the band in studio as guests, and in between playing a few tracks off the album they discussed the freak nature of it becoming one of the most celebrated live recordings of all time. It really is the dog’s bollocks and I suppose what I’m actually trying to say is that if you’re going to get tinnitus you may as well get it listening to At Budokan rather than listening to rubbish like Coldplay.
Gavin Noble exits the water 30 seconds in front
Sunday’s Dublin City Triathlon was a super occasion. It was great to be involved with some of the organisation on the run in to the race, and it goes without saying that the Piranha club has few equals! Whoever takes over as race director from Johnny Wallnutt next year is going to have very big boots to fill.