RIP@192 STEREO
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Hey M'sieur Wilko, bien le bonjour de France!
Je m’appelle Jean Pierre Penaguin, j'ai 50 ans, et j'aime beaucoup ce que vous faites.
I'm very happy to have this opportunity to have a few words with you for the third time in my life,
even if this time again, it's kind of a one-way talking false conversation.
I'm sorry i forgot the bagfull of your records i own for you to sign your name on.
Hope you will forgive me.
First of all, i must tell you i am very sad to tell you that your announcement made a lot less "likes" and comments on my face book page than Madame Poison Ivy's maybe Wilkinsoningly clean shaven pussy a friend posted on my wall the day after my good girl pasted on it these news about your health...
I'm very embarrassed about this, and even more by the fact it's the first thing that went out from my pen and my heart when it was time to write to you this open letter about the love an unknown friend can feel for you.
I hope you will pardon me this rather shocking and distasteful entrance, but as you may know,
French people are nothing but libertines, villains, revolutionaries, and rabbit-eaters all rolled in one.
It's the second direct letter i write on this very blog to a friend whose health is not that good.
It's also the very first one that i write directly in English....
Because if you get to read this, it will be funnier for you i guess...
Roccoco, maybe?
Well sir, i already did write here for my friend Rolling Denis who was on the edge of the world last year...
I also typed two other letters, directly speaking to dead rockers. One was a friend of mine, and the other one was a bassman whose path i crossed only twice,
just like you. You are not dead yet, but as you say you will someday be, it makes quite a difference,
and as i read "Masochistic Exhibition" about you somewhere, it lights me up, cos i so simply feel it's not!!!
You're bound to play Paris on thursday, and, thanks god or anything else, it's friday night, my kids are around, and althrough it always feels very stange to me to use this blog instead of private letters to say the things that are important to me, i know i'm bound to fuck to death all the deadlines allright... Like, you know...
Mona Lisa wouldn't have this special smile without being painted by our eyes, day after day...
As if the hearts of pople reading my words would begin to sing their very own strong and tender prayer...
In the ether...
At this point, i feel like seeing a girl's face that i love in the clouds through the mist of my window pane,
so i feel i should also tell you a strange story that happened to her and me, just about here.
I wrote something about Wild Child last year. A French band from Marseilles i recorded live twice in 82.
And then i lost it in a bad mouse slip. Then i re-wrote it and was just about to post it to please Leeroy, the ex-guitarist and the band's many fans, when the ugly news broke: Fred, Wild Child's original bass player had just died... So, i re-wrote my text for the third time. A few day after the publication, via a deep and witty girl i befriended on facebook, i received a moving message from another girl from Paris who said that long ago she had been Fred's girlfriend, that she had bumped on him recently in an hospital, where they were paying a visit to the same dying friend, just to hear from Fred's own mouth that he was dying too, and that they would certainely never meet again... Bad Béa is my good girl now, and we get ourselves one weekend from time to time... The same week you spoke out your mind, she learnt that Rhythm Stick Francis, her first big love who introduced her many many moons ago to the wonders of Doctor Feelgood's Amphetamines powered Rock And Roll had just died, and was to be buried the same day her beloved Helno who used to sing in the great Les Negresses Vertes died, a million years ago... Coincidences... Circumstances...
Last week, she missed an appointment she had to go to, during witch she was to learn if she is just very ill instead of very very ill...
If she would die, i don't know if her good man would survive her as long as you do survive your wife.
But i sure will try, like i whish she will do, if i am the first one to go...
Because your Adieu just reminded us how much we love each other, how strong we are, and how good it is to be alive!
Last year, i also wrote a letter to Les Standards pianist and singer extraordinaire, my old pal Phil Jolly to commemorate the first year of his passing,
maybe inspired to do so by a song that his brother in arms Kick wrote to him that way...
Kick is Strychnine's singer, a French Punk Rock'n'Roll band (1976-81) from Bordeaux, with whom you shared a stage, in 2011 i guess,
and who used to sing lines like this one :
"Je ne suis qu'un rat qui creve avec toi" and one of their songs was called "Génération Perdue" ...
I felt loose... I felt guilt...
I felt like a praying bird of prey...
Like an Ennio Morricone of some vile sort, you know, whose pen is only excited by good people's deaths, sacres, shit like this...
But i remembered what Lao Tzeu said: "Fuck Doubt, Let's Rock And Roll !!!"
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Strange as it may sound, i was about to post this Feelgood concert here...
Already had some notes written down..
I had recently posted here some 1977 Paris cassette from your fellow citizens Eddie And The Hot Rods maybe even recorded by the same bootlegger...
(Hey, qui que tu sois, ou que tu sois, sois y heureux, mec !!)
If i hadn't been recording bands myself and collecting tapes like this Doctor Feelgood 1975 Paris concert,
i would never ever dare to write as much as i do now...
Like if it was a good pretext to be the loudmouthed paperback writer some friends tell me i shoul be?
The only book i wrote i didn't burn by myself also vanished when my house burned... In fact it almost burned.
It lies in the shape of a little heart, a 400 pages blackened core of paper somewhere in my attic...
I don't know why i do this that way. Somtimes i feel it's some kind of indecent exposure.
Last night i was looking for some animated Doctor Feelgood gifs, and i stumbled upon an entire page full of sex ones,
and it was looking like a giant basket full of worms vomiting from my screen, then my pc froze while i was laughing like mad...
To my absolute delight that's how i found there's a sex site called Dirty Penguin...
But these's nothing i find sexier these days than this song :
" She put a hand on her hip, and a finger on her lip and she said allright !!! "
I wish you could feel maybe just even half the joy we all felt around the world when we discovered, not so long ago, this song you wrote for Doctor Feelgood,
40 years behind, sir... I just wish you could experience how much it was like somebody giving you a photography of yourself and the one you love or loved that you've never ever seen... So sexy and gracious and so full of love that your eyes become wet and that your traffic lights turn to pink...
You're pure Speed and LSD, man... Always been...
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My mind fly and floats toward the mountains...It drift up there, so far away from the waves of the sea...
Playing "Down By The Jetty", my soul can hear the whirling sound of the wind on the snowy crests the way mountain girls and mountain boys hear the clashing of the salty wave on the rocks listening to your songs, sir.. Playing your records make us dream of some other place, maybe even dream about the place we are stuck in. Even down by the stupid Detroit Ford Auditorium...
All of the cars i've ever owned, i had given them the name of your song Roxette, you know?
This strange threesome between John Lee, Hasil, The Coasters... And the girl in a boy's eye.
Yet they've all been the same, leading me to where i needed to go...Ouap Ouap Da Doo Wap Wap...
Holding me in their tummy, bringing where it was yummy, never asking more than a hartfelt word of love...
Roxette Penaguin wouldn't have sounded that good if my ex-wife and i had had daugthers instead of sons...
We've
been seperated for a long time now, and the fight she had to fight last
year against breast cancer made us discover so many things we were not
aware of .If Love is Cloud Number Nine, then truth and lies may be cancerous cell block number one ...
And there's a riot goin on !! A scannerful of météorites... Saturn Strip...
Winter did bite us here in Charente Maritime the day after your words had been sent out in the stars.
My elder son and me we were glad to have hot water in the sink faucet this time to pour on the key hole instead of piss, like we did last year,
even if it was less fun....
It took a pair of weeks before i considered writing directly to you and a few days more before i could open my heart and soul and let it flow on the paper...
Ok, to be honest, i'm crying sometimes, writing this... So if i get the chance to attend the Paris gig, and get to show you the tatoo on my arm i never shown to ya, so maybe i won't have tears on my eyes.
And i promise you i will try not to let my heart beat too fast, writing this... To tell you yet another truth, i must say that since last year when my friend Crocus told me that running a blog could do me some good, and that it was the perfect way to offer all the live tapes i made out of the bands i love since 1977, and make friends, it sounded so damn right that i began to feel like you say you felt when the doctors announced you were sick... Free... Free again... At last.
I began to write very very very long texts about anything crossing my mind. It led me to collapse quite a few times, alone in my house, in the cold, awaken by my dog's kiss, like in this Philip.K.Dick book when his dog steal away his master's desease and dies instead of him, and it also led the doctors to tell me that i've been living as a tyroidless Tchernobyl victim for years, among other unpleasant news considerig my health situation, but the fun i get to see them all treat me like if i was Lemmy (Yes, at the time, it did make the French papers that you bought him a brand new bass amp with your first royalties. Hi Lemmy!), or as if i was a terrible piece of trash of an unknown kind, waterproof to the good money pills of theirs, and that i should be euthanasied, is worth the price they want me to pay... And that i won't pay. I prefer drugs.
Althrough i've already witnessed the passing of so many, i'm at this point in my existence when losing friends
and hanging on to my life seems to be the fucking norm...
To stay sick, and to turn blue... And it's sick !
It used to be a Rock And Roll joke and now it's turning to silent mass-suicide... And it sucks !
There are so many among us who just can't stand the many faces of death...
Maybe it's because it would be time for them to stand for the many faces of life...
I hope it's something a spoonful and a bottleful of lost souls will clearly understand thru your declaration.
If i'm not yet exactly in the situation you say you're in, but i sure can get the dignity and the wit you show..
Getting friends to think about beautiful and cruel things when it's time to do so is always a gift of love.
My old friend Eric saying to me very calmly that he won't go to my cremation is something i remember very well.
Some say that words spoken do fly away, and that words written are bound to stay....
Well... If you were in front of me right know, i don't know how it would be...
I actually met you twice, and someway, i surely will find how to tell you about that later...
Writing is as easy as yelling "Sucker! You bastard! If it had been me, i would have made the score!"
in front of the telly...
We've already held the beloved hand of people passing, but after all, it's not everyday that a friend invite you to dance along with him to celebrate his own burial party ! Especially if he is in the cortege, playin Rock'n'Roll in the band, goin' not so gently into the night, his hands on his electric guitar... Not into the coffin.
Swinging the blues...
It's rather... Different....
Usually, when they are in their time of dying, musicians hide or just go out and play, like nothing happens, really, everything's allright you know,
leaving their fan's faces long like this after the show...
"Oh my god did you see how he looks sad and ill..?" Yes mates, the star's not so fucking bright anymore,
and the star longs for some some weird sin, the star wants you to go along with him in the in the coffin, acting just like if the Pharaoh is afraid to be left alone... Shaking like a leaf on the tree.... Tomb, Sweet Tomb...
And the fans are all Eleanores Rigby going back home, empty and fucking helpless, not even sure that this fucking home is really theirs...
In the shadow of their own fear of death... And the shadow knows.
Thank you for giving us a chance to think about this special moment when we will have to face our very own choices and fates...
In not so ancient times, Godmothers and Godfathers used to die under the tree, still telling them tales to the kids gathered all around them until the very "end"... The kids were free to let them feelings show, crying in the face of death, letting the tears fall with no shame nor personal interest, dancing, singing the love songs they been taught, while animals enjoyded their teacher's flesh...
I deeply feel that your decision to talk openly about life and death is admirable, especially because it's something almost forbidden and taboo in our civilisation. These questions and answer are only accepted when in a gorey film.
Death and night and blood... Yeuch. (Hi JJ!)
Ok, you do look like a poor cancerous or starving child they show us on tv to raise guilty money, but god, just like them, you still got it, man...
And yes, you do have a lot of kids, M'sieur Wilko !!!
And the kids are allright. And you let the kids dance...
And they will be fruitful, and they will multiply !
That's fucking great, you dirty old man !!!
It's bound to "make the mute talk", like we say here in Froglandia, Dear Ser Ilyn Payne...
And it also moves me very deeply, in a not so different way, thinking about it, because it reminds me of my Papa,
who was a huge New Orleans Jazz fanatic who used to tell me: "Tu as vu? Quand Quelqu'Un Est Mort, Ils Chantent"...
Ecole Pannassié, oui, Monsieur, you know what i mean...
He couldn't stand Albet Ayler's Love Cry for sure, but papa was a strange and brave man...
He played cards like i never seen anybody play ever since...
He used to team with Edith Piaf and they poker-robbed money from Apaches together....
Papa's long gone now... Nothing and no one lasts forever...
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When you told us all about this truth, i began to read all the comments on your facebook page,
and comment myself, but the Meher Baba in me lost track after a while...
Like "I don't mind"... People loves you... I love you too... That's allright...
But do i really understand what you mean? What the hell it really does to my fucking bad self..?
And i began to think deeply about other truths.
As i hope eveybody does.
Because it's fucking good.
Even if it fucking hurts.
Your fucking love for Shakespeare, hu ??
Putain oui !! Let's Shake !!
"To Be Or Not To Be " is the real shit, indeed...
Period.
Excuse me while i kiss my kids who play a video game in the back of the room... Sweet little psychos o'mine...
As i see them just once in a while, it's been some time now since i shown them what the national health did send me.
Know what? Everything i need to collect and pack some of my shit for a brave soul to analyse it...
They had quite a laugh...
Friday night's allright. But it's time to go to sleep, Kids.
Interlude.
Just up in their rooms, my eldest son, Max, had just removed all by himself his last milk teeth in front of his little brother to show him how brave he is.
The last thooth that prevented to bloom the hole that was is mouth when he was born...
We cheered him, and i told them the story of when i lost a teeth during my sleep and swallowed it.
"If you are sick in your belly like your friend the guitarist, and that they have to open your stomach, maybe they will find the teeth?" he said...
Lucien replied: "If it's full of shit, maybe 'La Petite Souris' won't come?"
Okay........Kids are in bed...
Everything's quite quiet in the house...
Back to my computer and to some white wine...
Back To you, and to all of my other friends and lovers...
And to my headphones...
Considering the situation, maybe i will bend over colorectal laws soon enough...
Maybe saving my life just by sending my very own shit to the governement smells like the right thing to do just for the salt of it.
And this is exactly what you did sing to us, you and your mates, Doctor Feelgood, five minutes ago, upstairs, when i was 13...
You told us that whatever shithole we're born fom, there's good hearted people somewhere, and maybe just around the corner,
willing to be loved by you and also bound to love any little piece of shit you may be...
Perfect noise for boys and girls from nowhere...
You looked like you were strong, your sound was sharp and your songs were great.
You where some electric white Coasters, and you, Wilko Johnson, you were their Leiber and Stoller, no less...
Telling us that it was good to be wild at heart...
"Oui Monsieur!", like Lee says, just before "Johnny B Goode", on that Paris tape...
What a brillant slidin' howlin' and blowin' motherfucker he was... And Sparko... And The Big Figure... And You.
Trois Alcoolos et un Camé... Har Har Har !!!
Public enemies gone to number one !
Just perfect !
"Hey Johnny Green, He asked Me In, We Watched His TV and Drank A Little Gin, And Then I Fell Down On The Strets, Smiling To The Faces That I Hate"
Punk line or not? Har Har Har !!!
"Hey froggie what's so funny about peace, love and understanding..?"
"Hey roastbeef i don't know. Seems like these days, everybody's carrying a gun..?"
And the ones who don't, they hire cruel bodyguards, as far as i can see.
I'm punch drunk now.... In suspension... Just like a liar... I remember the times i felt ashamed.
The times i sincerely felt my heart was as big as the one beating in Jesus's chest.
I remember this girl with "Ni Dieu Ni Maitre" tatooed on her arm and "No Sex" on her shoulder...
I get visions of the things i said and done during the times when i was lost...
The face of the Strawberry Girl who was there when i awoke in some bed in some other life...
My "Prince Charmant" t-shirt and her feet under the table, Venise, "The Lie" and pretties everywhere.
Souvenirs i still have... Even went to Hong Kong, but China White told me Tequila wasn't there...
Bautiful Madrilenas under the boardwalks....
Ghosts of Jean-Marc and Boubouille, my two bikers friends who were keen to bring me along with them to Orange in 1975
to see John Cale, Nico, and Doctor Feelgood... When one of them iron horses died, i waved em bye bye...
By a wood fire near the sea, after their return, they told me the tale of your show so often, that it almost felt like i really been there...
It would take a few years and a few LSD trips before i'd add "on TV" to :
"Putain, Dr. Feelgood, ca c'est du Rock And Roll !!! Et je les ai vus !!! Et avec Wilko !!!"
On the wheel, the things begin to roll...
Best teatchers are love and pain, hu?
Didn't read the book you wrote with Mademoiselle Zoé, Sir. Read some passages thru interviews i went to from yer facebook page...
Seen some videos. Heard the new "Paradise", enjoyed the dummer's birthday, and illegaly downloaded the boxed-set...
Seen "The Passion of the Christ" one month ago because South Park and my sons told me to do so.
Ouch. Sponsored by Charal (French brand of fozen minced meat), said the guy who uploaded the thing...
There's Christianity in what we all do in these lands, sir, as sure as there's spunk on the pope's robe...
We're contaminated, i guess...
Your statement is turning it all this into a rockin' holy mess...
And it's allright !!! Every man for himself and Monoman for all !!! Har Har Har !!!
What's best for my kids? Seeing me suddenly dying right in front of them?
Or discovering my rotting body....?
We all have questions hanging like Damoclès swords above our heads
Will we live a better life if we leave them for dead...?
can enlight our souls or simply burn us depending on how we take it... Or can't.
The force of impact is equal to the dose of wisdom we get from accepting where we come from and who we really are.
It's fucking sharp. It cuts like a knife. Nothing better to prove that than this film you may have seen too,
showing two young Japaneses girls commiting Hara Kiri
for real, and in real time... 2 hours long. Good Quality RIP.
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Full moon has been strong, this month... Paving the way for Orion?
Stars and telescopes.... Yeah....
"Some Kind Of Hero"...
Yeah !!!
Yes you are....
You are one of those who changed it all, man... In your very own unique flesh and blood on metal way.
Dylan's axe, yes, the late Mick Green The Great, yes... Even beloved Pirates did sing Piano Red's "Dr.Feelgood" virtues for you, fuckin' crazy Wilko, the mad guitarist who always loose a beat somewhere along one of his mosquito attacks across the stage...Yeah i've seen ya play six times live in concert, and just like Keith and Chuck, sometimes you loose it and your friends covers it the best way they can, for they love you and your fever, man...
These tiny errors which for sure annoyed more animal you than beasty Lee...
Very hard to please, indeed...
Very decent Wilko's copycats soon tanks to your tutorials?
Har Har Har !!!
I found that song "Moves Like Wilko (Johnson)" on the web and through that man ViC Gilmore and Big Chief Wikipédia,
i found this story you may know about one of your England's comic jewels :
- Manning's sense of humour often ridiculed the deaths of other famous people.
The death of Roy Castle from lung cancer in 1994 saw Manning tell the following joke:
"When Roy Castle's doctor told him that he only had six months to live, he said that he could do it in four!"-
"What you don't know by now you'll never know", like the my friends The New Christs sing...
"The mould is you", you simply said.... Just like Bo Diddley or The Rolling Stones, you told us how to be Robin Hood...
To steal ideas from somebody you love, to work them hard your way, and make it your own.... And to give it back when the time is right... Love in progress...
Something which is "Tombé Du Camion", theses days, when i see and hear these youngsters just pinching a few ones while you're in the toilet instead of going away in the streets with the whole cigarette pack...
"The mould is broken", like we say here. Nobody's punching the idols in the nose anymore the way you did... To this another man....
Punch drunk i am...
Missed Lucien's piano lesson this saturday, as i spent the whole moning shitting my guts away..
He's seven, and as i often heard him so delicately, so easily play, i think he will do without it for once...
Her mom called, and he handed me the phone while i was sitting on the bog .
For some reason, she didn't yell at me. Brown eyed girl even agreed to walk the dog Mozart
while i will be in Paris next friday, and it stoned me ...
Dominoes, man..? Dominoes, man....
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Lazy sunday morning Roxette brang the kids and their rotting bad papa for some shopping, and before arriving to the misty tower of the Fort Fouras, we almost slowed our car to a stop, to gaze at the nude branches of the trees of the casino's park who were all covered by thousands of migrating blackbirds...
We had never seen so many living leaves... And we'eve never seen the sea so far away from the shore....
These winter days, there's nothing more important to me than writing ya this letter and going to your Paris show, but you know, there's things that are even more important than that... Answering to my children when they ask if you shave your head or if you lost your hair because of your sickness being one. Moments when we were glad we have this beautiful woodden spoon to cook our eggs i got when i went last week to my mom's "Most Exclusive Residence For Sale" in Royan to sign some papers .. The notary's clerk looked like an ageing Lee Brillo, i swear he did... When i realised just in front of my kids how much you looked now like my Tonton Thomaron, the family's "Uncle Ernie" i often went to visit on his lonely deathbed on my way back home after school when i was 11 and to whom we owe our house, they found it was very special... And when they asked me if i had ever met you, and when i told them about the brief times i did, they found it was spacial...
In 2001, Crocus and me we went to London to hear Question Mark And The Mysterians, The Lyres and David Thomas Two Pale Boys... First thing we seen were these huge headlines everywhere.... "Georges Is Dead"... And a small ad for a Wilko Johnson Band gig in a bar... Ultrapowered by the huge and mighty hashish space cake that had flown with us from Bordeaux, we went backstage to hug you... I remember it all very clearly. we knocked the door. Opened it. Flash! After the pub's soft chandeliers, woodworks and carpets, the cold neon cemented cube we went down was a solid contrast, and its light burned our eyes... Couldn't see anything for a few seconds, and before we even begun to say hello, that we were sorry to break in, and to introduce ourselves, your mad pair of eyes glazed at us, and we felt like we were in for a very special encounter. I felt like you were tired and angry prisoners there...
Collapsing concrete stairs under our feet seemed so high when we heard you welcome us kindly, the gentleman's way.
We saluted an Asiatic girl strangely smiling standing on our left, and then i fell down face to face with...
Tonton Jeannot !!! My daddy's bro on his deathbed... Gosh !!! Stoned out of my mind, i couldn' tell Norman Watt-Roy The Great fom my tonton Jeannot's face on his deathbed... Years since i hadn't experienced anything as breathtaking as this... Poor Blockhead Norman (Hi Tonton Jeannot!) seemed to be quite puzzeled too, but all i had the nerve to say was something like "glad to meet you" with a grin he maybe remember. I quickly left my dead gypsy tonton to shake the hand of the drummer who told me his Italian name (Hey Salvatore !!), to which i replied in a panic "Freddy, my sister's husband is Italian too".
When i realised i was about to tell him the story about the Cramps drummer and Italy i sadly froze and escaped.
Behind me, Crocus, Max's Godfather, had his special Basque Buddha bright brown smiling mask on, and was sayin his own gabuzomeus...
As two more loonies in the room didn't seem to disturb that much Madame No, Tonton Jeannot, Italian Freddie, and even you,
we wandered to the dry sofa you were sitting in... "Merde ! Wilko ! Je peux vous faire la bise?" And then i grabbed you by the shoulders and gave you two big smacks on both of your cheecks like we fraternally do in in France... By a lucky twist of fate, my eyes seen you instead of yet another dead tonton. I then told you that your records will soon be stored at W in my collection the way Muddy Waters ones are filed at M, and that you should avoid the website who give away the bluesman cuisine recipes if you dont want to have viruses on your computer and things as important as these, in a machine-gun voice that i seen in your eyes you found quite amusing. As i'm doin' right now... Never letting you a chance to answer or say something exept that playing live was your thing when we asked for a new studio record... We didn't ask for your autograph but you gave me Irene's number... As i went bankrupt and could not garantee any longer a service good enough concerning a French vinyl edition of your "Goin'Back Home" album on Rocka Rolla records, i never called the 01 702 341... Accordion Slim went to the Question Mark show and Crocus made this remark, as we rested a while in some Kebab in which cellar a very violent and very loud wild Tamoul disco-party took place, on the long walk way back to our roachhole hotel:
"T'es con. Tu lui a même pas montré ton tatouage."
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Max and Lucien didn't pay that much attention when i told them on how you and The Beatles taught me to talk English, but your records playing in the background got them happy and twangy enough to crush daddy everytime while we were playing some board games together, and when Bad Béa told us
on the phone that you should have played Lurch in the Addams Family they simply went wouahahh!!!
We spoke about you a lot, of course. It just seemed natural to us. It was a precious weekend of your love.
"Ton ami a raison, papa. Il est fort et il est sage, comme dans le "Seigneur des Anneaux", mais pour de vrai. Et il joue mieux de la guitare que Gandalf."
Looking at your pictures, my kids told me they wished they will choose your blue self-caricature for the gallery of "The Famous Faces Of Pancreatic Cancer", along Dizzy Gillespie and Count Basie, who used to go to my Tonton Jeannot's garage to rent cars in Paris after WWII... Like me they were puzzled these kind of jokes/classifications could exist, and we had great fun inventing a site where anybody could send any photo of dead cats on the roadside, while specifying the date and the place it was taken, for the people to know where their kitty is... They also said you looked like a nazi camp survivor now...
I played them "Keep It Out Of Sight" on the telly, the Southend gig, some Japanese voyages and bits of Cannabis Oil City to show them were you came from,
and for some history and discussion about social conciousness and loving your sisters and brothers, the cinematographic way they like and understand.
As i didn't aleady know that "Game of Thrones" was also popular in France, i just shown em Ser Ilyn's face, and they loved you even more !!
And when i told them while we were eating how much it had been a hassle to give my signature three hundred times in a row at the notary's office, they remembered about you and simply replied that your fans should not ask you for your autograph anymore, not to tire yourself... Sont y pas mignons?
One little piggy ate a pizza One little piggy ate potato chips
"Toi tu écris a ton ami qui dit qu'il va mourir. Tout ses autres amis, ceux qui l'aiment aussi, comme toi, autour de la terre, ils font quoi, d’après toi, papa?"
May they always turn left, the side of the heart, in the labyrinth, to find its core...*
Lundi 4 février. "Journée Du Cancer" en France...
Yesterday, Mickey Finn had just died, and it's my girl's sister's turn to cry now...
Should i ask her for an Etruscan vial full of her tears, to shoot em up while writing the finests funeral eulogies?
"Mickey, faut se le faire, mais je l'aime" disait Frère Chico, quand il jouait avec lui....
When you die, if i ain't dead already, and Béa she knows the reason why, i will post the audio tracks from the Paris 1978 Solid Senders "Houba Houba" TV-Show which anybody can see on U-Tube now, that i recorded directly wired to my telly's arse on my friend Philippe Darengosse's little Philips Mono Tape Recorder that he had lent me especially for the occasion, and i remember that when i fell off my bike under the rain, this grey lord's day morning, i saw my hand fly in the air, like in a slowed silent movie, and grab the tape machine in the cold air, just before i crash, boom, yeah, roastbeef on sunday, allright! And i will just write :
For Wilko, my friend, friend of many, and friend of many more to come..."
(Funny enough, but as my "r" doesn"t work well, i almost posted this with "Fiend" witten instead or "Friend")
Is it neat enough, Wilkinson? Is it a deal, Wilko? OK, my man Payne. Gimme five...
Héritages...Legacies...Passings. If not for the money Bad Béa had recently received, i could not be tomorrow en route to Paris from La Rochelle via allo-stop...
She does it right, indeed... The driver had glory in his eyes, a cellphone at hand, his rubenesque white wife, their one month old baby on his huge bassinet and another big blackman he didn't want to know better squeezed against the glass on the backseat. And me. When he asked me about you in a very loud voice as i'm deaf, i said you were a smuggler. I told him about Mr.Morganfield and The Rolling Stones, but as Mr.Busy Waters didn't seem to be interested, i kept my big mouth shut... If i had been 10 years younger, i surely would have entertained them with tales about how "Along Came Jones" by The Coasters " went away when "Zorro est arrivé" by Henri Salvador, and how they came back in the night when Doctor Feelgood landed on poor whitemen doorbells, and i wouldn't have forgotten Madame Ivy's Pussy, nor this joke :
Two wives are talking :
"I was waiting for him wearing this black see-thru négligé, and a mask, just. to wake him up a little bit...
Do you know what he said to me, when he came home?
What's for dinner, Zorro ?"
If i hadn't been so intensely and profundly worried about a lot of other friend's healths, and shaken by the state of this world we live in, and so tired, i would have made em laugh even with this and i would've made new fiends...
Hitchhiking like like Tom Thumbs as we did before is something that musn't be forgotten and left to rot like road pizzas on the roadsides to India...
"The Songs Doctor Feelgood Taught Naughty Ivy" out soon on univesal records and tapes.
When arriving to Béatrice's appartment, tanks to Leon l'Accordéon, i began to write on this very blog thru her Paris internet connection as she was not yet at home. At the moment, i tought i had enough notes and stories to finish it off and publish it in time to celebrate your Divan Du Monde Paris concert.
When i had to swallow discreetly some kind of a heart attack in the kitchen right in front of my old friend Julie La Photo, who share the place with her, i listened to the lion, i did slow down my litlle jaguar and i fixed the lamp, rolled some joints for the evening, relaxing, enjoying this very moment when that sweet electricity is filling the room you're in, little by little, hours before a Rock And Roll show... No pressure drop. Just this warm pleasure inside. Knowing that i shall be meeting again old friends, after so long, tonite.
Laisser le bon temps rouler... When the night falls... Where the city never sleeps at night...
Trashing the green plants dead leaves off the top of the fridge... And regretting that move...
Pretty Things flyers for their 50 years anniversary concert were passed around in the streets of Pigalle...
Lots of Faces sad to see, floating on the dark concrete sea...
"Love Is All Around" raining in my heart and "Mauvaise Nouvelles Des Étoiles"...
Cities black starless screen is always a mean surprise to me...
Président Caillet asked us for a little portrait.
(A SUIVRE .... )
Voici grâce au fan club Français de Doctor Feelgood les photos de Paris du 7 mars 1975:
http://www.facebook.com/drfeelgoodfr
http://www.facebook.com/drfeelgoodfr/photos_stream
http://www.drfeelgood.fr/photos/concerts/07_03_75/index.php
Qui nous dira le line-up du Wilko Johnson Band a l'Aquarius club de Bx du 7 mars 1980 ?
(Simonne De Saint Ouen)
"De wilko je garde en mémoire ses origines ouvrières et les prises de positions avec doc feelgood... Sa séparation d'avec le précédent groupe pour des raisons que je n'ai pas bien comprises dans le film... son énergie et ses yeux de dingue quand il joue... Le coté rédempteur de sa fin annoncée. "Masochisme Exhibé ?" ai-je lu quelque-part...Sa timidité malgré tout ça que j'ai découvert quand je l'ai croisé à son concert d'Issy Les Moulineaux en?...Avec les années son visage qui est passé de triangulaire à carré. Je l'aime, Wilko."
(Beatrice Mollien dite "Bad Béa" dite "Souris")
Some words for Rolling Denis...
http://le-vicomte-rocka-rolla.blogspot.fr/2011/10/four-slicks-2010-04-30-lr-uam.html
Some words for Wild Child and Fred Lemarchand...
http://le-vicomte-rocka-rolla.blogspot.fr/2011/12/wild-child-1982-12-10-bx-grand-parc.html
"Sauve une glace. Suce une bite."
(Emilie Elliott Miss Catastrophe)
Est sa citation la plus connue, mais méfiez vous....
Some words for Philippe Jolly...
http://le-vicomte-rocka-rolla.blogspot.fr/2011/10/httple-vicomte-rocka-rolla.html
Kick's last album review :
http://le-vicomte-rocka-rolla.blogspot.fr/2011/08/kick-de-strychnine.html
When you shared a stage with STRYCHNINE....
http://www.digitick.com/wilko-johnson-strychnine-dj-buttshakin-concert-css4-digitick-pg51-ei126889.html
Strychnine - Coupures De Presse Et Souvenirs :
http://le-vicomte-rocka-rolla.blogspot.fr/2011/09/strychnine-coupures-de-presse-et.html
Don’t imagine you will discover the truth by accumulating more knowledge.
Knowledge creates doubt and doubt makes you ravenous for more knowledge.
You can’t get full eating this way.
If you can let go of the Tao with the mind and surround it with your heart, it will live inside you forever.
(Lao Tzeu)
Eddie And The Hot Rods cassette :
http://le-vicomte-rocka-rolla.blogspot.fr/2011/11/eddie-hot-rods-1977-01-14-paris-bataclan.html
Doctor Feelgood - 1974 Down By The Jetty (Entire Album)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-eo6qHCaFk
I kept a records boutique called ROCKA ROLLA from 1987 to 1994 in Bordeaux, France.
Althrough i remember heavy promotion for your great 1988 "Barbed Wire" Lp, how come i could never
get any copies of your "Call It What You Want" live album"?
And how come the same happened to the other live lp from 1991, "Dont Let Your Daddy Know",
on wich is this stunning "Roxette" version is?
http://thepracticerocks.blogspot.fr/2013/01/wilko-johnson-dont-let-your-daddy-know.html
The early version you did with the Feelgoods is also great great fun...
Strychnine for Hitler :
http://le-vicomte-rocka-rolla.blogspot.fr/2012/01/2011-k-do-noel-n-14.html
Les Olivensteins - Euthanasie
FIRST AND ONLY TV APPEARANCE OF FRENCH CULT BAND
(17/11/1979 - FR3 ROUEN - "Carte blanche a..." show )
ENJOY THE CHEAP 80'S SPECIAL EFFECT.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BgVUe_62qRE
"Il y a tant de choses qui partent dans l'oubli.
J'ai
vu des livres, des cahiers, des toiles, des sculptures... J'en passe
...
Partir à la benne après le décès de personnes que je connaissait.
Partir à la benne après le décès de personnes que je connaissait.
On ne peut pas tout conserver.
D'ailleurs le doit-on.
Il faut bien des éléments pour que la poussière redevienne poussière.
Pour alimenter la terre de ce qu'elle produit et rejette pour produire à nouveau.
Si ça se trouve au moment où tu t'éteins, tu te rends compte que tout cela n'a aucune importance.
Ou du contraire... "(Beatrice Mollien, dite "Bad Béa", "Souris")
My old friend Eric is a writer, now.
Joseph Eulone gives you a chance to learn good French right here :
http://www.editionsdelabatjour.com/article-eric-joseph-eulone-112918743.html
The Beatles - Eleanor Rigby :
http://www.lacoccinelle.net/243311.html
The Stranglers - Death And Night And Blood :
(avec JJ Burnel, bassiste Normand)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0UvR3jKmRc
http://auralsculptors.blogspot.fr/search/label/Wilko%20Johnson
Edith Piaf - Johnny Tu N'est Pas Un Ange
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SNAtmBjwrH0
Avatar Meher Baba was Pete Townshend's Guru.
His mantra was "Don't Worry Be Happy".
The Who's genius guitarist did two very rare albums in his honor
that i shall post here with a story and documents.
Psychos...
Went to the Sonics gig in Paris. They are the same bunch of motherfuckers
you can ever dream of. J'ai quelque chose sur le feu, pour vous, de leur part...
While waiting, here's an interview :
http://speakercreatures.com/vcv-bonus-jerry-roslie/
"Maybe 'La Petite Souris' won't come?"
In france and maybe in others countries, when a child lose a milktooth, he puts it under the pillow,
and in the morning, he usually find a little money from the little mouse....
Bad Bea is also called "Souris" and i have mousetraps everywhere at home since neighbours killed
our six cats in thirty days, last month....
The "Tooth Fayries" story by Crocus, just in time to be printed here :
"La petite souris anglaise c'est la fée des dents .J'ai vu un dessin animé assez naze avec mes petits neveux et le seul moment marrant c'était une baston entre les tooth fayries et les french petites souris with bérets basques pour la conquête des dents c'est le ratoncito perez et leur mère a tous l'irlandaise Annabogle qui calmaient l'embrouille Conflit européen"
The Lyres live on TV, Spain, 1987.
Featuring "The Witch", "Every Man For Himself" and "She´s Got Eyes That Tell Lies".
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mppygBFszNE
The Pirates - Doctor Feelgood (Sur un plateau TV)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crPOcJ537rM
The Pirates - Lonesome Train (Les mêmes.Live!)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IS8uC7ea9oE
"Moves Like Wilko (Johnson)" - ViC Gilmore - Me? - 1st July 1996 - Roadhouse -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIMu6FNqMsI
Manning some more for my French speaking friends...
"The wogs begin at Calais"
"If your brains were dynamite you wouldn't have enough to blow off your own hat"
In 2002, after the death of the Queen Mother, he said that the Royal Corgis were happy to hear
about her death as they would no longer be blamed for pissing on the settee.
Tlhe New Christs
http://le-vicomte-rocka-rolla.blogspot.fr/2012/01/2011-k-do-noel-n-14.htm
The Kinks - Most Exclusive Residence For Sale :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYCH4dWEKXY
You said you were tight as a fiddle, don't you, uncle Wilko?
Keith Moon from The Who - Fiddle About
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hFhO7EU08Tg
Question Mark And The Mysterians. 2001. London.
I had this idea about putting out Lp's by bands i loved.
I gave the diamond junk question mark to Question Mark
that my ex wife told me for him. That's all...
All i can say about Norman Watt Roy is that he he's one of the greatest
bass player i have ever heard. Since i heard him with the late Ian Dury,
he always been booming in my heart somewhre between a Bizantine
John Entwistle and a slammingless Slam Stewart... And tonton Jeannot.
The story about the Cramps drummer and Italy :
"Oh Nick, you look like you're Italian, aren't you? - I'm not. But my shoes are."
For a permanent souvenir when in Bordeaux, go kiss them for me !!!
What Michel did on my arm 15 years ago is still a piece of art...
http://www.micheltattoo.com/
Yes, Guitar in hand, still in black in front of the blackboard, wilko, you did teach me English,
with the Beatles, when i was a kid...
Wilko Let It Be :
http://www.freecodesource.com/album-covers/B004Z8MUGA--wilko-johnson-let-it-be-revisted-album-cover.html
We can't make up if the blue caricature is an autoportrait, or from Joe Petagno The Great...
We did some searching on the web, and we found these pictures of you :
Images tagged "Wilko" :
http://www.popscreen.com/tagged/wilko-klaassen/images
Ser Ilyn Payne :
http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/ilyn%20payne?before=41
http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=game+of+thrones+ser+ilyn+payne
The Famous Faces Of Pancreatic Cancer :
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/01/11/pancreatic-cancer-wilko-johnson-terminal-deadly_n_2458519.html#slide=1275090
* Jorge Luis Borges "Lottery In Babylon" or maybe "Circular Ruins" ...
Mickey Finn RIP
Don Billiez sur le mur d'Amélie à propos de Mickey :
C’était mon compagnon de route mon prof de rock & roll avec lui nous avons traversé la France puis l'Italie on a partagé la scène avec Nino puis la vie. La Grande vie ! Rue de la gaité a Paris; le studio à Hérouville ou j'ai fait une de mes premières séances de ténor, puis le Scott Finn band. C’était un ami; un de ceux qui sont attentionnés lorsque il vous retrouve à la croisée des chemins. Nos parcours font que souvent on reste sans se voir pendant des années et puis un gig là!
Et on se retrouve. Cette fois il faudra attendre un peu ...
Un jour tu es venu me chercher avec Bernard Leroy j'avais été incarcéré pour insoumission à l 'armée.
Tu m'a dis échappe toi le rock&roll a besoin de toi on t'attends ! C'est ce que j ai fait en faisant les 400 coups...
En une heure en troquant ma liberté contre un saxophone à un psy de l armée peu scrupuleux. Heureusement! ..Nous avons ensuite arrosé ça à chaque retrouvailles. Je t'ai aimé Micky comme un grand frère et aujourd’hui, c'est une sale journée qui commence; je prends le bâton et continue la course : Adieu !
Leonore Caneri sur le mur de Béa à propos de Mickey :
Nino Ferrer avait écrit sur son guitariste dans une chanson....
« Si Mozart avait connu Micky,
ils auraient bu beaucoup de whisky,
moi j'aurais conduit l'automobile,
car je suis le seul qui a son permis. »
RIP mister Finn
Catholic Boys - Thru The Nite (fin) Shot Of Your Love (beginning) Video directed by Samuel Bester.ils auraient bu beaucoup de whisky,
moi j'aurais conduit l'automobile,
car je suis le seul qui a son permis. »
RIP mister Finn
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aod8KdbUUWs&feature=share
I did issue a Chico 10" on Rocka Rolla records a long time ago i shall post here.
We just met again. It's really moving and i'm so glad he's doin' well...
Here's what he does now. :
(Link in waiting...)
This cover is also something worth a hearing. And maybe even some more...
"She Does It Right" (by Dr. Feelgood/Wilko Johnson) ukulele cover by Floyd Blue
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lfawjn421B8
Zorro est arrivé...
http://jukebox-et-scopitones.skyrock.com/tags/6Xf5cTpr7VA-ZORRO-EST-ARRIVE.html
Bad Bea and Steph are running AA Dimension. They can design and realise almost everything.
From your mezzanine to your staircaise, boxes for your record collection and even your coffin !!
http://www.aadimension.fr/
Leon l'Accordéon is really someone i was very glad to meet. Even if you don't give a damn about accordeons, the ones he fix and invent,
and the man himself will for sure make your stay in his merveilleuse boutique a moment to remember...
http://www.accorddeleon.com/
Juli La Photo is, you guessed it, a photographer of the finest kind ... She also is a cute little model,
and apart from being a dear friend of mine and jettlaging other things, just like Louis Armstrong and
Président Patrice Caillet, she's making great collages...
Serge Gainsbourg - 1981 La Nostalgie Camarade (from "Mauvaise nouvelle des étoiles" LP)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_fhmmzm1YEk
"Ils etaient mal habillés et avaient l'air un peu idiots mais je les ai vu quand j'étais petite et j'aimais leurs chansons.
Reg Presley qui n'etait pas le fils d'Elvis est mort snif !" (Maria Elena Lyrics)
Il regrettait de l'avoir écrite ..... RIP Reg Presley
The Troggs - Love Is All Around
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ut5uC91FcbI
Pretty Things :
http://www.theprettythings.com/products/le-gibus-paris-france/27112
http://www.digitick.com/the-pretty-things-concert-le-gibus-paris-19-mars-2013-css4-digitick-pg101-ri1453979.html
http://www.songkick.com/concerts/14597239-pretty-things-at-le-gibus
Le Président Patrice Caillet is one clean living man under difficult circumstances, a multi talented man,
the Washing Machine drummer, a scene-maker par excellence, a film maker, a theatre writer, a head,
a spirit, j'en passe et des meilleurs, and i admire his works and i love him so much that i must stop now.
http://approximatif.free.fr/index.php?page1
http://bricolagea.free.fr/
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002353014727&ref=pb
BONDAGE :
http://www.wilkojohnson.org/#!
http://www.rokkets.com/Wilko/wilko-disko.htm
http://www.drfeelgood.de/songs.htm#O
http://www.rock-interviews.com/pageart.php?page=artistes/WilkoJohnson1&id=69&lang=eng
http://piley.blogspot.fr/2010/07/dr-feelgoods-canvey-and-surrounding.html
http://www.drfeelgood.fr/
http://www.facebook.com/drfeelgoodfr
http://www.drfeelgood.ch/central.htm
http://www.getreadytorock.com/rock_stars/wilko_johnson.htm
http://www.noblepr.co.uk/Press_Releases/wilkojohnson/autobiography.htm
http://www.pennyblackmusic.co.uk/MagSitePages/Article.aspx?id=6416
http://www.classicrockmagazine.com/news/dr-feelgood-missed-out-on-wilko-johnson-cash/
http://retroman65.blogspot.fr/search/label/Wilko%20Johnson
http://www.spaghettigazetti.com/2012/06/looking-back-at-me.html
http://planetmondo.blogspot.fr/2012/06/how-in-name-of-dr-feelgood-did-i-end-up.html
http://www.birminghammail.co.uk/whats-on/music/guitar-legend-wilko-johnson-stops-1301082
http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2013/feb/02/wilko-johnson-interview
http://www.classicrockmagazine.com/tag/wilko-johnson/
Wilko Johnson on 'Front Row' - Radio 4 (25/01/13)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qjc-bVwcQC0
Wilko Johnson hopes to be well for farewell tour
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LhtO4mpT_l0
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RépondreSupprimerTrès intéressant. J'ai eu l'autorisation de la part de Wilko Johnson en 2022 d'écrire une brève biographie en français.
RépondreSupprimerJ'ai été le photographe de Dr Feelgood entre 1989 et 1991. Patrick Higgins.
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