991 brings you excerpts from this week's R.C. Weekly Newsletter. As always, you can get the full issue in all it's glory by contacting Anna Bowen: email@example.com [please mention 991].
This is one busy week. We are beavering away on RC’s 400th issue, which is a bit difficult as I’m not that skilled at gnawing logs and building dams, plus the river is very cold in the mornings. My partner in crime, Ian Shirley of the Rare Record Price Guide, has produced a piece on 400 rare gems for the issue although as far as I am aware he’s only written 399 thus far. If ever you buy a record from him (not that he ever lets any go), insist on a quarter per cent discount on the basis that this is how he produces his copy. Anyway, we forgive him: he’s stuck into compiling RRPG 2014, so he’s already up to his eyeballs in work.
And he’s still high from the spray glue he’s used to put together the Grannie LP that’s our current vinyl offer. We’ve all been laughing at him for taking on such a mad job, but he’s been proved right: the record is flying out of the doors here, and not just because it’s stoned on glue. We’ve sold over 500 already in a fortnight, which is good going considering the band didn’t manage to flog 99 of them in the first place. What the hell was the music business doing in the early 70s that it could afford to let stuff like this fall by the wayside?
This Saturday, 17 March, I’ll be attending Talking Musical Revolutions, the night of music and spoken word hosted by RC and Daily Mirror critic Gavin Martin. It’s a St Patrick Night’s special and therefore has a loosely Irish theme, although the only thing Irish about me is my name. Jerry Dammers (yes, THAT Jerry Dammers, is there another?) is DJing, there’s Alex Walker, Lyndon Morgans (Songdog), Grassy Noel, Jonny Brown (Band Of Holy Joy), Joby Fox (The Bankrobbers), and the act I’m going along to see, Maddy Carty, whose talent has stunned me every time I’ve heard her. Doors open at 7, performances start at 8pm prompt and it’s at Charterhouse, 38 Charterhouse Street, London EC1M 6JH. Admission is £3. See you there perhaps.
The past couple of newsletters have been full of my travels to distant exotic places such as Harlow and Walthamstow in search of black plastic; haven’t had the time for such ventures this week although I did spot a selection of Dylan albums in a charity shop, including the much-maligned Self Portrait. It’s an album I’ve had an interest in of late and that has been fuelled by two reggae versions of Wigwam. One isn’t much cop, but the other is; I hated it at first, now I really enjoy it. Here it is. The prominent voice you can hear is that of Larry Marshall. Strange I know, and a bit bananas, but it’s a grower.
Thanks for reading, hope all is good with you
Ian McCann, Record Collector Editor
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