This Could Be Rock 'N' Roll

ISBN:
             
1470075741

EAN:
             
978-1470075743

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The songs ascribed to the fictional character ‘Jake Pembleton’ were written by Joe Solo and their lyrics remain his copyright with the exception of the lyrics to the song ‘(Just like) El Cid’s Bloomers’ which were written by Tim Roux. Joe Solo’s music can be found at: http://www.joesolo.co.uk.

This book quotes extracts from the work of several other writers and poets which is included with their kind permission. The copyright in each of these extracts remains with the respective original artists.

The remainder of ‘This could be rock ‘n’ roll’ is the copyright of Tim Roux, 2012.

Most of the characters in this book are fictional. The only real-life person to play an significant part in this tale is Nick Quantrill who really is a crime fiction writer based in Hull. However, the activities ascribed to him, other than his writing, have never in fact taken place and are consequently fictional. Nick plays a role in this book as a cameo character by his own kind permission. You can contact Nick at http://www.hullcrimefiction.co.uk.

Chapter 1

The stages I appear on are usually small - local pubs or folk clubs that feature one or two artists over the weekend or on special nights. I have been doing this for fifteen years so I recognise many faces time and time again, and I usually get to have a drink or two with the other act although I never drink alcohol before a gig.

I have seen people get up there so drunk they can barely stand and make complete arses of themselves. I have seen people get up there so drunk they can barely stand and be absolutely incredible before passing out mid-act, mid-chord, or vomiting all over the audience. Tommy Hartley used to be famous for that. The audience used to come to lay bets on how long he would last. In his time, he was the biggest draw in the area until he made the mistake of playing the Beverley Festival in the same frame of mind, fell off the stage and broke his neck. He is still alive but he is also paralysed from the neck down. About the only thing he can do now is to knock back the alcohol and hope for the resultant poisoning to carry him away. I go to visit him every now and again, but I doubt that either of us gets much out of it. Duty, I suppose.

I have done local festivals too - Howden, Beverley, Cottingham, Filey, Driffield, the beach at Scarborough, but I am most often to be seen at a place like this, the Bay Horse in Pickering. About twenty-five people are here tonight. I recognise about a third of them. Denise, Rache, Dizzy, Sam, Paula and Chris, they are here again, my most loyal of fans. Jade is here too. She always comes along with me. She doesn’t trust me with the women. She was a groupie when I picked her up. If it can happen to her, she thinks ….. Denise and gang know all that. They tease her rotten, always asking me to take my shirt off if I am hot and whether I am up for some fun afterwards. Jade often scowls throughout my whole performance, flashing daggers at them. They love it. It is probably why they still turn up.

“Hello, girls,” I bow to them in a courtly gesture as I move to my seat.

They squeal at me. “Jake, Jake, let it be me.”

“No, let it be me.”

“Don’t you dare look at Rache. She’s just a slag.”

“Quiet, girls,” I say.

“Oooooh.”

[chord]

“Good evening, everybody.”

Smiles of welcome from individuals in the audience. Jade is watching my groupie collection from the other side of the room with a wary look on her face. Give her thirty years and she’ll be Nora Batty.

[chord]

When I get on stage I have a routine to settle me down. Even though I have been doing this for fifteen years and even though this is a modest venue, I still get extremely nervous before a set. Audiences can be unpredictable and so can the equipment, or even me. I was at the Bridlington Folk Club, I played one chord, and my top E string snapped. I had to spend five minutes rigging up a new one and tuning it in. The audience forgave me but it was definitely getting bored and restless which was rushing me so that it took me even longer to get myself fixed. Sometimes my voice doesn’t lock in immediately either. I slide all around the notes for a few bars sounding like I am tone deaf.

[chord]

Me and Billy the Kid

We’ve got nothing in common, no,

Him being an outlaw

Me being a fool ……

The voice is in tune, thank God, but slightly croaky. That’ll go. Bit thin too, tonight. I must have been talking too much during the day.

He rode the hill country

West of Loreto

He knew of freedom

Me only rules

It takes a couple of minutes for the audience and me to get used to each other again. This is a familiar crowd so nothing much is going to go wrong, but it is always the same. We have to settle back into our acquaintance. It’s the same with friends, mostly.

But I’d love to stand beside him

With my back to the border

The odds stacked against us

For making our stand

Me with my six-string

Slung over my shoulder

Him with them six guns

Held in his hands.

I always carry a pint on with me and pretend to drink it. If my voice is croaky like now, I do take a quick swig. You don’t get drunk on a quick swig. The crowd likes it. It makes me a regular sort of guy.

Sometimes I wonder why anybody ever comes to see me, especially when they have copped me so often before. Perhaps it is not me they are here for tonight although they are listening attentively enough. Lesley is on after me and she not only writes great folky, country & western sorts of songs but she is a lot better looking than I am as well and still quite fit for her thirty-six years.

Jerry is over there too. He is a real pro on stage. He has great rapport with the audience, swopping one-liners and insults. He certainly knows how to work an audience. Mind you, he has about forty years’ experience.

I love it up here. Once I have settled in after the first few bars I feel like I’m at home in a way that I never do at home. It is like I am marrying the audience, it feels that euphoric.

Me and Billy the Kid

We’ve got nothing in common, no,

He lived his whole life in 21 years.

Me I got older

The whole world on my shoulders,

He bit the dust

And I tasted the tears.

Jade is watching me now. I wonder what is going through her mind. Does it all still sound fresh to her? Does she relive when she first saw me, or does she look at me thinking “Jake and Billy the Kid, yeah. Never grew up, neither of them.”

Actually, it’s all going really well between Jade and me most of the time. Obviously we have our moments when things blow up, but it is certainly much more peaceful than with Cathy. Well, what wouldn’t be? And Jade really does dig my stuff. She even sings it around the house which is more than I do. I am usually working on something new. Ideas hurl themselves at me all the time. It is a question of finding a way to capture them when I am in the middle of driving between appointments and most often when I am standing around waiting for the viewers to decide where they should put their second wardrobe.

Yeah, you’ve guessed it. I am an estate agent by day, a rebel with integrity by night.

But I’d love to stand beside him

With my back to the border

The odds stacked against us

For making our stand

Me with my six-string

Slung over my shoulder

Him with them six guns

Held in his hands, yeah.

[harmonica solo]

But I’ll never stand beside him

With my back to the border

So I found my own way

Of making that stand

Not shot in the back

In some New Mexican sunset,

I took my chances

In a rock ‘n’ roll band.

Well, that last line is a bit of licence. I’ve never been in a rock ‘n’ roll band but I like to fantasise about it sometimes, and it sounds good, doesn’t it, more romantic than being a strum-along folky? Besides, nearly all of my heroes are rockers - Joe Strummer, Ian Dury, Otis Redding, John Lennon - all dead, come to think of it. No wonder I want to be up there with Billy the Kid.

When I’m singing the songs that I’ve been performing for years, my mind does tend to wander off. I sometimes wonder what I’m actually singing. What if I am voicing my thoughts not the lyrics? I am sure that I would soon recognise the surprise on people’s faces if I did. Some of these guys know the words better than I do. Later in the set, I get them singing both verse and chorus and they are word-perfect. Some of them sing better than I do too.

“OK. Thank you. This is a new one. I hope that you’ll like it.”

I shouldn’t really do new ones live. The audience invariably doesn’t like it if they have never heard it before, but I shove in a couple early on just for myself really. After that I stick to the tried-and-tested ones. I don’t really have a closing number. I haven’t managed to pen an anthem or a signature tune. It’s a weakness. It’s an ambition.

Lesley has ‘Jitterbug’. God, I remember when I first heard that. We were making out. Lesley and I had a thing going in the early days. Luckily, Jade doesn’t know anything about that. She can’t have been more than ten at the time - Jade that is. Lesley was my sort of age, as she still is of course. We were both sure that we were on the way up and we quite fancied each other and were revelling in our impending breaks which we were absolutely sure were just around the corner. Perhaps we were merely clinging onto each other. Whatever. Anyway, Lesley does sing around the house and especially when she is making love. There she was on top of me when she suddenly burst into ‘Jitterbug’ which, as you can imagine if you have never heard it, has a frantic seven-eight beat. It was a real ball crusher. I think things dropped off me that night, sheered off. I certainly had bruises.