Born Bernard Jewry, died Alvin Stardust. RIP.

Not the best pop star ever, but certainly one of the silliest. Glam Rock(abilly) with rings and quiff, platforms and flares and hand movements.

 

Would it be kind of better if rock bands dressed like this still? The sheriff would be after them for what they did to his trousers. In the same league as Johnny Kidd and The Pirates.

All would be OK if they made records as good and dirty and garage as this though -

 

RIP Paul Revere. Real name too.

Today we say goodbye to an absolute classic.

Not a long shelf life but venerable.

It also had the distinct benefit that no one could send you an unwanted U2 album to it.

Keep yours. People may want it when they realise that digital could also mean turning the steering wheel.

PS. Now wish I had one of these bad boys

Goodbye to the funky drummer.

The title below speaks for itself -

 

Not everyone will notice the passing of Charlie Haden but then again, not everyone noticed him when he was alive. That is the role of the bass player, and the better you are sometimes the less you are noticed.

via Little Dragon’s Tumblr

I don’t know what to say. Horace Silver is dead.

It wasn’t that I’d seen him play in a while or noticed it, even if he was good when you saw him.

And it isn’t like I can’t listen to his records any more. You certainly should if you have not had the good fortune to do so already.

The Preacher (arguably the first “soul jazz” record) is still there and will be forever featuring maybe the swingingest horns ever put to vinyl.
 

There was a time when you couldn’t get the record below with its super cool Mad Men sleeve. Some sort of complexity between the record labels for Jimmy Scott (the singer) and Ray Charles (who “musically supervised” the record for his label Tangerine).