sat on the London to Brighton, Tuesday 30th October 2018, look up… David Byrne!
me. gobsmacked for an hour, couldn’t utter a fucking word. As we get off the train he smiles and says “happens all the time, don’t sweat it” .
Cue me instantly babbling, including telling him that a cafe near the station did Luaka Bop tea, which he found hilarious. He was gracious enough to give me plus 1 for that night’s gig… which was simply jaw-dropping…
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pretty low quality, but it might give you a sense…
He seems a good guy irl, the tweet i sent was one taking the piss out of a shirt he wore on a TV show so for him to like it shows he can laugh at himself which makes me like him more
Went to Heavenly Records night on the Friday: Weatherall on the decks and Manics, St Etienne and Flowered Up playing live. I caught Barry Mooncult’s sweaty towel when he threw it into the audience. Big moment.
Saturday night was Happy Mondays playing live. Afterwards got a very smacked up Shaun Ryder’s autograph on the back of the ticket urging me to “Stay Well”. Ironic to say the least.
One weekend. Two small claims. Merci et au revoir.
I briefly met Ryder once, on Oldham St in the NQ in Manchester back in the 90s.
I’d been record shopping & was going back to get my bike which was locked on some railings near Eastern Bloc, Shaun was stood next to it, think his mate was in the Jewellers there, before i could mentally decide whether to say anything to him or not i was blurting out “Alright Shaun!!??” like i was an old mate.
I could see his brain cogs going & him thinking “who is this f*cker, do i know him & what does he want??”
I ended up asking him about Black Grape who’d just imploded for the first time before he slowly backed away from my twisting his melons any further.
I once saw Paul Weller getting out a Mini Cooper as I was passing on the bus.
My old man is a journalist/writer and I have a met a random bunch of famous people through him: Alex Ferguson, Phillippe Petit, Gordon Brown, Curly Watts from Eastenders, Jim Baxter, Irvine Welsh, John Smith.
Mostly when I was a teenager and didn’t really know (or care) who they were.
Tony Hadley from Spandau Ballet was one of the parents at a nursery when our eldest was there. Our boy was mates with Tony’s daughter. Tony used to come round ours for Christmas drinks. Loved a beer!