Album notes 1

Album notes 1

Firstly, I should explain why Waterloo Sunrise is the project’s title. Waterloo has always been a special part of London for me. Ever since I was young, when my parents would take me to visit their old haunts (Mum grew up in Harlesden and Dad in Muswell Hill and Barnet), I have travelled through the area and the mainline Station has proved a central hub for many a journey. I have also spent many a happy hour exploring the streets, eateries, clubs, markets, and meeting local people since the 1960s.

Having been born in Bournemouth, plus lived in Winchester and Southampton, usually travelling to the ‘Smoke’ was by train and Waterloo was always the gateway to the heart of London. Its magical allure has never faded for me. It just felt right to centre the characters, action and experiences just south of the Thames.

Whenever we went over Waterloo Bridge, mostly by bus, my Mum always referred to it as the ‘Women’s Bridge.’ I never knew what she meant when I was very young, until she explained one day that women completed a significant amount of the work in its construction during the War, whilst the men were on active service. My mum was a great believer in women’s rights and I now agree with her that its name should be changed permanently.

As a fan of the songs of Ray Davies, and in particular his London-focused classics, I tip my hat to his inspirational work. In fact, the idea of the songs being incorporated into a single theatre style story is explored on my website in the post ‘Waterloo Storyline.’

What inspires a song lyric? And perhaps the melody too? Well, in the following pages are some thoughts on the tracks I have recorded with producer Greg Fitzgerald for the album. The ideas and influences across the tracks, plus brief biographies of all twenty who have contributed to the recordings and artwork. My thanks to them all.

Visually, I am indebted to the engaging photography of Jonathan Stewart, which perfectly reflects the many sides to the Waterloo area. We built a considerable gallery of shots, some of which are included here, created into an accompanying print production by my gifted nephew Steve.

My thanks to everyone. This has been a labour of love and the fulfilment of a long-held dream to record an album for vinyl. Hope you like it.

Trust

A song from the 1980s. A fictional story but inspired by a real couple I knew in Bournemouth in 1977. No implication intended by the storyline! I was thinking of the Fox pub, plus Le Cardinal, the Maison Royale and the Chelsea Village Bowl when I was originally writing it. (The Village Bowl became the Stateside Centre and I saw Blondie there on Boxing Day, 1979). However, in keeping with the Waterloo theme, I now imagine the couple meeting up at The Wellington, a pub opposite the Station. This was a mod hangout at the end of the 1970s and I like to think the riff contains echoes of the scene at the time.

Trust was first performed live in 1989, in the Flounder & Firkin (now The Lamb I believe) towards the south end of Holloway Road. It didn’t have the modulations then. ‘Trust’ was the last song in my first set and two guys came up to me during the break and asked, ‘Was that last song one of yours?’ When I said yes, they added they thought it was very good. Thank you, whoever you were!

That night I offered twenty-nine of my originals and played Bacharach & David’s ‘Walk on by’ twice, once at the beginning and once at the end of the set. Perhaps not the usual Irish fare and rebel songs the locals expected I imagine. I clearly remember thinking at the time that covers weren’t for me and that if I didn’t have something to say of my own, I should get out of the way. The landlord kindly paid me £30, saying he liked my style and would hire me again if I played a few songs the punters knew.

That part of north London was quite important to me down the years. In late 1977 and the first half of 1978, I could be found in the Marlborough Building in the days when it was part of North London Polytechnic – now the University of North London. When I mentioned the Poly to Jeremy Corbyn on the MU stand at a Labour Party Conference many years later, he looked at me with a mixture of surprise and a measure of trepidation. He had been there in the early 1970s studying the history of trade unionism, although I understand he controversially left when he fell out with the tutors.

Quids in

A classic scene. The punter is asked to leave the club and then ceremoniously shown the door. Apparently arriving dressed appropriately and suitably financed didn’t cut the mustard with the local ‘management.’ Hey ho. Meanwhile…

Playing live by yourself, you are aware of relying heavily on a few assets. In my case this usually meant a voice, a guitar, whatever wit that can be summoned when required, and in particular the strength of the material. Stagecraft is an art all by itself, underrated by many. My respect for comedians is immense, what with just a mic stand for company. Anyway, for a musician a mic can cut out, or something go awry with a usually reliable instrument. So, with this in mind, I thought it would be useful to have ready an instrumental piece, while hopefully a helpful sound engineer or supportive crew member took care of the P.A. connections.

I remember seeing The Prisoners at the Clarendon, Hammersmith in 1986, in an excellent line-up featuring The Godfathers. When The Prisoners had difficulties with their equipment at the start of their set, organist James Taylor (later of the superb eponymous JT Quartet) played the theme from TV’s Sale of the Century to fill in. Noted.

Plus, what if the guitar fails? Have an a cappella song ready I thought. Something that you could click your fingers to. I had seen enough rock’n’roll bands in my time – and I mean 1950s’ rock’n’roll, music to dance to with a partner – to know that this meant a song with swing and ideally few breaks.

For a while in the early 1990s I performed in a duo with a fine vocalist/guitarist Ian McConnell, and ‘Quids in’ was always a guaranteed audience-grabber early in the set. After we played the Mean Fiddler in Harlesden once, in the car park across from the venue, Ian shouted at me ‘Don’t give up the day job.’ I told him to eff off. Not that we have ever had a real cross word. A decade later he would be best man at my wedding in Florida Keys.

She reminds me of you

The opening guitar line places the song along Lower Marsh, perhaps outside of the colourful Cubana, while I also had the arpeggio part that forms the basis of this for a very long time. One day I am sitting at home in Beckenham trying to develop it, when my son Ben puts his head around the door and asks if the tune is mine. When I reply it is, he adds ‘OK, that’s a good one.’ This is the only time he has ever done this!

The exchange immediately stirred me to complete a lyric and I thought of those rare moments when you see someone who reminds you of a former love and your insides perform a somersault. ‘Jumping Jack’, by the way, could be a reference to anything you have in mind. I believe the original Jack was Keith Richards’s gardener!

I have always liked ‘list songs’ and whilst a short but sweet affair, I like to think this doffs a cap to its superior ancestors. Carole Bayer Sager’s ‘You’re moving out today’ comes to mind. Still a marvellous example of the genre.

My many thanks to Chris Haigh for the gypsy jazz violin lines too. This was the first track we completed for the project and gave us great heart for the work that was to follow.

Promises at midnight

My Mum and Dad were married in Willesden in August 1939, days before war was declared. Dad was a dentist and Mum a nurse. Dad was called up quickly – registered on 12 September in fact – and became a Flight Lieutenant in the RAF, serving in India and Burma (now Myanmar). He kept a diary when overseas, which makes interesting reading as he was an amusing and informative writer. I can imagine their courtship would have been a classic 1930s affair, with stolen kisses in the darkened streets of London. This song makes me think of them and wonder whether Mum had told Dad to ‘keep your promises.’

My dad Geoffrey was born in 1903. I last met his mother Florence in 1969, to my recall, when I was 10 years old. She had been born in 1875 and for many years was postmistress in Selsley, Gloucestershire. A particularly clever woman, my sister Janet reliably informs me.

The maiden name of Florence’s mother Charlotte, my great grandmother, was Gwinnett and she had an ancestor, Button Gwinnett, who had been born locally in Down Hatherley in 1735. Button emigrated to America, become a politician after various business failures and was appointed Governor of Georgia. He signed the Declaration of Independence on behalf of Georgia (probably the least known person to do so and apparently a traitorous Englishman!) and then the following year died of wounds sustained in a duel with a long-running rival, Lachlan McIntosh. His signature is evidently one of the most sought after in the States and incredibly valuable. If only I could find an old family Bible he signed.

Florence’s father, Sidney Hague, was evidently a slow left arm bowler when he wasn’t being an ‘engine turner.’ He played in a cricket match in Stroud in 1882 and took 5 for 25 against a team for which WG Grace opened the batting. He was not the only cricket name in our family though, as Les Ames – a distant cousin but good friends with my Dad – played for Kent and England. Most notably against Australia on the Bodyline / Leg Theory tour of Australia in 1932 and South Africa at the Oval in 1935.

My son Ben was born in 2006, one hundred and three years after my dad came into the world. Ben’s a bowler and is carrying on the cricketing tradition. (Even to be found sometimes in the nets at the Ames Levett Centre at the Kent County Ground in Canterbury, named in part after his ancestor).

(London never will be) Nashville, Tennessee

Inspired by a scene in Harrow thirty years ago, following a gig by Sarah Jory and her band at a local country music club night. Sarah is a consummate pedal steel player and I was a big fan at the time.

Upon leaving the gig I was greeted by the sight of a man in complete cowboy attire, climbing into a relatively small car and winding back the sunroof to allow room for his Stetson. I always have huge admiration for true adherents of a style and there was no doubting this gentleman’s commitment to the cause.

However, this was a wintry night on the outskirts of north-west London and all things Western seemed far, far away. Whilst a lover of a great deal Stateside, there are elements of corporate expansion, which don’t fill me with much joy when transposed alongside our own Satanic mills. I like to think that most of our more worthy traditions will stand firm. Cue song.

Girl on the train

How could I have a project centred on Waterloo and not feature a train song? This sprung from my spending many an hour waiting for trains out of various stations in London, including Waterloo, especially between 1982 and 1984. At the time, I lived in Maryland Point in the East End with former Highgate flatmate Chris, and later in Wolseley Road, Forest Gate, with both Chris and another mate of mine, Nigel from Chelmsford.

It’s the oldest lyric on the album and the wording has changed somewhat since. The girl in the title was initially listening to a Walkman, then a CD and eventually I changed this, a little reluctantly, to a phone. I am aware that words written in your twenties, may not seem appropriate coming from a more mature vocalist in their sixties! The original lyric and song structure were somewhat different – you can see the original words on my website – however I was encouraged to persevere with the new chord sequence following a performance in a famous basement in Earl’s Court in 1994.

There used to be a popular acoustic club at The Troubadour on Wednesday nights, hosted by Roddie and Julia of regular headliners Miro. One very hot night, around thirty acts turned up and the performance area was packed. I added my name to the list of wannabe stage fillers and waited to see if I would be called. After a couple of hours had passed, I thought my chance had come and gone. However, one singer/guitarist – who told me he remembered and liked my song ‘Nicoll Road’ – was standing next to me behind the tiny stage and kept calling for me. Another thank you to him.

There had been a succession of rather downcast, slow numbers from well-meaning artists, but the night was ageing and surely it was time to be uplifting in tempo. Seizing a chance, I gave it my all and my three minutes of tempered acoustic thrashing and singalong chorus of Girl on the Train went down extremely well. The audience even took to singing the title and main hook in-between acts that followed. One of those moments to remember.

Waterloo Sunrise (theme)

As Greg and I signed off the tracks making up the album, I had this idea of a closing piece that contained a selection of instrumental parts from the recordings to date. So, we spent a very enjoyable day listening and collating elements of the sublime parts made by many of the musicians involved. (There is a post published that day in the News/diary section of my website, so I can be sure of the date in question).

I particularly like Abdelkader Saadoun’s mandola at the very end, with its echo of classic 1960’s spy movies. The Ipcress File et al. You may like to take up the challenge of finding which of the Waterloo Sunrise tracks the musical pieces come from. Good luck.

A final note. We credited the sound effects on the album to Chip Peacock. This name was created during the recording the Birdcage album, when we were at work in the 1990s. One day a peacock appeared in the garden at the back of Greg’s flat in Ealing and its arrival coincided with Greg working on rhythm tracks on his computer – hence the name. It seemed opportune to allocate any machine-based contributions to our mythical figure. His legend has grown in the intervening years and Chip has subsequently taken on various personality traits – mostly ones we wouldn’t want to have ourselves!

For the second instalment in the background to the material, please see Album Notes 2

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