Wilko Johnson - 1980 03 07 Bx-Bègles Aquarius

                                                                                                      RIP@256 STEREO
                                                                                   http://www.mediafire.com/?0yohg23xmah3fqm


This posing interlude brang back souvenir of the photo that's glued since long ago on the cassette of the recording i did of thee in Bordeaux back in 1980.
I shall be posting soon as a very very peculiar surprise this mucho humble and fierce sonic document where you can be heard at the beginning of the gig
saying texto:
"Nous nous excusons d’être en retard. Notre camion de sono est tombé en panne sur l'autoroute.
J'espère que tout est okay maintenant."
You weren't sipping expressos sitting at the bar after this show, and like Joey Ramone said to us a year later, you kept saying " Désolé pour ça" to the guys like me who dared to crawl to you thru the overcrowded pub to congratulate you who didn't seem to be even there, sometimes gazing at your own bleeding fingers, giving them the same friendly stare you give to sausages if you're gone back home drunk alone at night, and that you want some cooking at last...
For if there was ice on the motorway, for sure we could say, but i forgot to ask you how you loved your reggae,
and if Doctor Dupree was Dr.Robert in disguise, operating undecover in Canvey...
Marc Zermati le grand Skydog était en tole, et nous, on était en bois...
On the way back to our suburban skies, our motorcycle did slide, lead feather on a wet and sore curve.
Off the bike on the pavement, this time again with no butchering to deplore but my dead stereo-mike.  
If somebody from the government do remove my links for these Doctor Feelgood and Wilko Johnson concerts like they often do with your music, it will be worse than all the untimely updatings, power outages and blackouts that always doom my blocnotes. If this shit happens i can always do it better...
If i do something wrong by giving people a chance to hear these hidden pieces of you, i would say to the wigged judge :
" If only i had the money, my lad, i sure would love to buy this gentleman's records, et, avec des si, vous savez, on mettrait Paris en bouteille..."
They can starve us, but soul food is free now.... Take it easy...

I may not be used to Mademoiselle Britney Spears luaus, Monsieur, but i've never seen so many cameras at a Rock And Roll show.
Cameras, cameras and some more cameras...
The "Hey, look, it's Rock And Roll" syndrome in reverse..?
Parisians were there... Parisians they were squares...
While i stared at them all "Au garde a vous" like mixed up shooked up paradise soldiers, or standing like statues,
just like if they were all Warhols filming they own selves, i remembered what Gladys had said to me last week :
"Sorry Jean Pierre, no Lovelanes cheap promo video for their first 500 copies single... All the people during the party asked me about money and their image rights"

The gig went well, we drank some whisky, we went ape, i also oddly remembered that "When I'm Gone" was missing its beginning on my Aquarius Tape,
we danced with all of our lovers gone just like we were one and yelled "Where's the party, Norman?" to the smiling faces who may have dreamt of some rolling thunder on highway 91, and we sweated and we kissed, and smoked like salmons we were and a great time we had, and i already knew i would lie to the saying "jamais deux sans trois" as we we were quite a bunch on the front row who were just here to enjoy life that was goin'on there... Nothing more, certainely not less... Stefan Kudelski, the Master of the Nagra had just gone stellar. He would have gladly witnessed the progressive death of all the souvenirs hunters batteries...
Dylan was looking at you from behind as he always does, and Dylan kept your beat, and he followed that path of yours that tonton Bobby should be proud of...

And when it was time for this "Good Bye Johnny" thing, i had thought of your next record...
Okeh, Little Richard and Chuck Berry often did it. Doin' other versions of their own oldies but goldies.
You too, you already done that. Are you going back home to use this trick again? Any bettors for the covers...?
I seriously mean that, fuckers...!!!  What about some real money on the table...??? Mr Loyal, anyone..?
Better beat than the French audience you always wish they all were one armed bandits...!!!
Lonely handclapper on Highway 61 where are you now..? At home, enjoying videos on an internet place where your sole presence there earns money to caring mansions, lobbying easy, downloading "The Whammy" mp3 for free..? Everybody's got a litlle ass to sell, don't we? Anyway, where there's a will, there's a way... It's time for the brave to stand tall, cos' the way we do it, i tell you it ain't a way to behave... Money speaks but i'm deaf.
Béa bought me this splendid "Wilko's Better Than Lou Reed" T-Shirt and the pink "Fuck Me Dead Wilko" she choose is really sexy.
I was seeing stars and enjoyed a deepcoma taxi drive.... "Wilko's Not Dead" marcel and Iroquoise...

Everytime i get to see a band that moves me, at one point or another, i burst in tears during the course of the concert while dancing...
It's something that didn't happened in Paris. Maybe i don't recall.

There are no more compartments in trains.
Sitting next to me, a pimpy nerd ate something like twenty five croissants of the lowest brand he had with him in a plastic bag while reading backwards all of his "Incident Of The Celestial Dragon" manga... I swear it's true.
Expensive ogm-free snacks in the train reminded me of the little grass and opium we had for you.
Sipping the one and only cofee i could afford, i tought about the busy days ahead of me.
It appeared to me that writing this monster to you will have to become a part time affair, like others enjoy
watching John Otway's "The Mad, The Bad & The Dangerous" DVD or building "The Enterprise" in their kitchen...
And the train kept a rolling...

Snow White is gone with the kids but she left her seven frozen dwarves hangin' around... Underwarer.
There was a second lake on my frontdoor and messages of friends in despair in the mailbox....
Violent winter in high definition for everybody, and maybe "Le Trône De Fer" at Pirate Bay.
Better than the 'freak flag' floating around the web these days...

Thinking about your Terminal Tour, one week end can turn into a week... Turns into a month... Turns into a lifetime of souvenirs from the past.
Which turns into a shitty keyboard... I must type standing like Little Richard and Jerry Lee if i want to get it right... Red booted and gone...
Dancing alone in the dark to yer records, collapsing drunk.
When some morning, as my healthest lung barfed my throat full of coffee on it, and when i got back my "f" 's and my  "s" 's right afterwards,
i felt happy just to have to type only my "r"'s and "e" twice... And i told  myself it was time for another spliff....
I bought the farm and i wont sell. It's Tough. But being on paper as you are live is not that easy....
Especially when you're bound to hear five times a day :
"Sans Blague? Meerde..." when you must ask your computer to die, and
"Kick Out The Jams Motherfucker", when your computer is born again, and
bound to see the beautiful range of multicolored pills displayed on your awakening screen that Crocus installed on his gift, among other funny things...
Especially if you're blocked in your blog, like the beautiful Banshee blocked in my garage that Magique Spencer and me freed when he went home to fix a broken door... Of course, heating went broke like me...Drinking in the night, hunger in the belly, fighting the cold for this sexy little morning when we can open our windows and let the sunhine in... Cleaning the house, so glad having one... Aaaaaaaaquariuuum !!!!

It's really something to give this hand held microphone recording of you, 33 years after it was recorded...
I was 13 when i first heard you, 15 when i bought the Paris tape, 16 when i got ya on telly, 18 when i made this Aquarius
audience amateur snapshot on my JVC cassette tape machine that Jay ripped for everybody's pleasure.
No equalizing. No dolby. No nothing. Just plain furious you. Bordeaux used to be a mean and dirty town...
Hope it won't disapoint anyone !!!  Joyeux Bidet  !!!!

Jay, velvet gloves on and talent in, did some balancing and adjustments as the sound was windy and bassy sometimes. You can really enjoy the Pub Rock "gueule d’atmosphère" there. Hard Rock. The poor people's March Or Die way that always kept the "rock and roll and punk correct attitude learnt in books"
people afar from the bars and the dissolute life we live, endure and enjoy. Har Har Har !!!!
My friend Rolling Denis has just opened a Gene Vincent facebook page...
"Gene Vincent mange un Shadok" is the first thing i asked google for a photo to say hello...
"When there's no solution, it is because there is no problem" was the answer....
Recently, some girls were talking bout massage machines, vibrators, on a facebook page. The climax of their exchange was:

"Oh, yes, you're absolutely right, i will also explain the sexual life of mothers to my students"
Warning  :  A mother is a separated woman, these days...
Ian Dury's  "You shouldn't hold the candle when you don't know where it's been" and Lee's talking in the fifth "Looking Back" compact disc are in my mind all at once, and it mixes well in my lonely brain cell with the vision of Alain Bashung dying on stage, in the sunset of La Rochelle... Chasin' le nouvel an Chinois...
In Paris once more with John Cale singing a disco "Guts" while Kevin Ayers and Shadow Morton went chasin' the dragon on "Rue Morgue"...
Daniel Darc, a tatooed French chanteur has just gone where Quasimodo is now... The local tatoo parlor is offering nice bargains for Valentine's day, so i may have the "Home Taping Is Killing Music And It's Illegal" K7 complete with the bones crossed like our late friend Mignon from the Jakes had, and my colle Cleopatre Bootlegger's marque de fabrique with "Cairo Blues" written underneath... Color Climax again...
"He's always dressed in black, doesn't he, papa?" asked Max about you, when he saw that the "Ice On the Motorway Tour" poster was no longer taped in the toilet, as we where unscrewing the electric radiator...
"And the tatoo on your arm burned in the toilet of your ancient house... And you never ever found Wilko's color drawing again?"

Royan again. Whole fucking France had turned to grey... Our feet were as cold as Motley Crew's noses.
Fuck France. Fuck England. Fuck countries. Fuck my liver. Fuck cheap Whisky. Fuck cheap Vodka.
Asteroid DA14 had fallen on Tchernobyl again, and it's no big deal.
No cheque book and no credit card, but a restaurant accepted our banknotes...
Life goes on... Lose some. Gain some...
An empty 1941 Armagnac botlle and a few yellowed flyiers from an old boutique...
There's no time, but the times, they are a changin'...

Sex Toy told me a zillion times to post something every week, but it's holiday time now for my kids.
Time. Time. Time. Time. Time.
"We lived in a house where there was quite a few clocks on the walls.
None of them were ringing at the same time as the other. 
My grandfather died trying to synchronize their chimes."
What Béa said reminded me of Crocus, "Mr.Clock" himself, gazing at all the clepsydras, sundials, pendulums, hourglasses, quartz watches and egg timers in the British Museum. While in London, he tried his best to understand why his minidisc wouldn't work... If he had, we would be able to give some more, now it's time. How many great shows i attended that i didn't recorded...?
How many birds did i trapped in golden cages?
"How many dead babies in there?" he had said, showing me the codom dodu on the edge of the window...

Tanks to the dinosaur craze, our kids are already prepared to let all the polar bear die...
Red robin is back in our backyard, destroying others birds nests.
My kids said that you never sang better than on the " Red Hot Rocking Blues" album...
I've Seen The Signs. The writings on the walls. As soon as Max began concienciously to redesign the nose of the man sitting with his family to look like a dick, and to draw him spectacles like bollocks, on each and every post office leaflet while we were waiting for some small change, Lucien took me by the hand and led me at the perfect spot where i could hide his brother from the security camera. Then, i understood, they were growing up...
They had understood that trying is not enough. 
They had understood that if you are dreaming of something,
its even better when you simply do it...

We spoke about my grandpa's medals we brang back along the convectors that wouldn't work, and they kept silent when they heard "1916",
that song Lemmy wrote, but for the remaining misty days they stayed at our Funhouse, they left tin soldiers in their boxes,
and stayed away from the cold metalic stare of the framed war crosses... Max and me we watched the two seasons of  "Le Trône de Fer"
"There's only one god, and it's Death"
"There's only one god, and it's Women's Pussy"
are his favorites quotes...
Sometimes he says "Not today", making eyes at me, when i ask if he has homework to do....
To wich i reply "You are afraid...? It just goes to show you're not an idiot"
He also said that you had one winter's end, a spring, and a long summertime...

Lucien wanted to see bits of it, and after a moment, he said that you were the scariest of them all.
"Oué, mais quand même moins que le pape", added Max...

One evening i said "Au dodo" and they replied "Poil a Wilko"... 

This morning, it's the last day, all this must be ready, willing and able to be sent to you, Wilko...
And i'm sittin' here in front of the typewriter, writing this endless letter to you.
I have stories to tell... Every song you wrote brings back memories when i hear them.
Some are already shining in this electric light bulb filament with the ones you didn't write but interpreted...
Wish i could record your set at Le Barbarella soon...  Can't wait...  Won't spread rumours about Jimmy...
Your noise turned my catoon life into a road movie, sir...
You turned Sam And Dave's "When Something Is Wrong With My Baby" into something else

Sorry professor Wilkinson... Je ne t'en ai pas laissé placer une... Hope i'll get a good grade, and that
Ser Ilyn Payne won't send me Lady Sonia to correct my bad English, for Bad Béa is very jalous...
When i was busy writing this, one evening, she even said "Wilko, sors de ce Jean Pierre"...Did you hear?
Sorry Wilko if the Rococo Siffredi in me fucked you twice or thrice on the kitchen table, while i was making up all this.
Maybe it was boring and quite painfully repetitive sometimes...
I'm nothin' but a selfish drunken drugged up lousy bootlegger,
giving dodgy tapes for the love of his own little stars after all...

They love the way you play your guitar...
They love your tunes...
Can you feel them...?
How wild, how loud they are dancing.. ?

For them, you're a star..

"Tout est connecté, dans les étoiles, il y a des signes partout, mais seulement si on veut savoir les voir."
"C'est comme quand je peins quelque chose qui me rentre par une oreille et que ça me sort par l'autre."

Oh yes.. And when my babies toothaches were inbearable, when they were tout petits, here's what i used to sing to them  :

" Ah Ah Ah Ah Yeaaaaaah Heeey Ho Ah Thumba Thumba Thumba Ah Ah Ah Ah Yeaaaaaah Heeey Ho Ah Thumba Thumba Thumba"

And it was working... They sang along.. And fell asleep...
                    Sing this all together now !

" Ah Ah Ah Ah Yeaaaaaah Heeey Ho Ah Thumba Thumba Thumba Ah Ah Ah Ah Yeaaaaaah Heeey Ho Ah Thumba Thumba Thumba"


I Love You Wilko.
You Changed my life.
Be seeing you.


@mour
Jean-Pierre Adrien Georges De Castaing, dit "Le Vicomte"

www.myspace.com rockarolla17450




                            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  ?

                                               Une très ancienne légende dit que si tu n'arrives pas à dormir la nuit, c'est que tu es réveillé... 

                                                                                                       (Simonne De Saint Ouen)

 

Some souvenirs from the period (1980-81) of the Bordaux Aquarius Club concert  :
    http://www.partoch.com/forum/post_478251,quel+a+ete+votre+meilleur+concert.html?var=3
    http://j.sousmarin.free.fr/concerts/elixir/elixir%20-%20Copie.php


Skydog  :
    http://www.myspace.com/skydogrecords
    http://www.skydog.fr/shop/


I collect Kiss mp3 seventies bootlegs without even listening to em...
Just like Lemmy collects nazi paraphernalia.
Kiss - Ace Frehley's "Look it's Rock And Roll"
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kc7UWU6rjw


So sad i couldn't find the good old video i knew for Zao's "Ancien Combattant"...
I'll post my 12" 's here as soon as possible...


The Lovelanes  :
They are a Berlin based band with Gernot Lafayette (OD), Stephan, Ambroise, Fred, and
their new chanteuse, Barbara... "Je Me Rappelle A Vous" sera leur premier EP 45rpm.
Il sortira très bientôt sur Rocka Rolla records
   http://www.facebook.com/lovelanes


WILKO JOHNSON Paris Le Divan Du Monde le 5 février 2013
    http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=Wilko+Johnson+le+divan+du+monde&search_filter=0

 
Johnson’s wife Irene Knight died of cancer in 2004
DONATE To The CHARITY If Only YOU CAN !!!
    http://www.justgiving.com/ireneknight


Ok, most of the people who give recordings for free on their blogs
are giving half of wikipedia bios as hartfelt comments, but please
dont bring these good men down...
If you do, who will ever give a fuck about these bad ones..?

    Wilko Johnson talks about Mickey Jupp  :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ntGXi7VnS_4
    Mickey Jupp - 1970 Legend The Red Boot Album  :
http://www.raremp3.co.uk/2011/01/legend-legend-1970.html
    Piano Red a.k.a. Dr.Feelgood - 1950-66 The Doctor's In! (4-CD box)  :
http://www.israbox.com/1146402009-piano-red-aka-dr-feelgood-the-doctor-in-4-cd-box-1950-1966-1993.html
http://fenopy.se/torrent/piano+red+aka+dr+feelgood+the+doctors+in+blues+mp3+320+rogercc+h33t+/ODA4NTUzNg
    Lew Lewis Reformer - Save The Wail 1979
http://www.raremp3.co.uk/2009/12/lew-lewis-reformer-save-wail-1979.html


Antoine De Caunes was the "Houba Houba" Sunday morning Tv Show host.
He also appeared sometimes as a hippie on "Les Nuls", another very popular TV program,
chanting "Aquarium" from "Hair", with a very long wig, victory fingers included.
(Merci Béa de te souvenir)


John Otway The Mad, The Bad & The Dangerous !
    http://www.surgemusic.com/article.asp/id_49
    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Otway#Videos.2FDVDs


Magique Spencer is a young lad from La Rochelle. He used to sing in The Mean Things, a garage combo
from L.R led by Bart, Frantic City records boss, who's doin' mighty fine with the Skeptics these days...
I love the child and the man inside of him. They write great songs together. As he called his orchestre
Le Gros Pouvoir Du Rêve, he can handle shitty jobs and life on earth. A great great friend.
A great great blockhead....
Magique spencer LP is out now on Rocka Rolla records.
It will be downloaded here for free  :
    http://magiquespencer.wix.com/magique
"Acapulco", LE FILM :
    http://www.myspace.com/michaeljacksonspencer/videos/video/57107928


Jay is beyond words. He's the greatest tapes tech i know. He is so humble it's a shame.
He's my friend and that's something i'm very very proud of.
     Glabz.org


JVC KD2 is the tape machine i used to record the Aquarius show  :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N26XAsZmWwI


Ian Dury And The Blockheads with Wilko Johnson - Sweet Gene Vincent
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BlZ1KLkKh0g
    http://www.parolesmania.com/paroles_ian_dury_and_the_blockheads_26301/paroles_sweet_gene_vincent_579391.html
Ian Dury And The Blockheads - Billericay Dickie
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0nI8L_kiXz0
    http://www.lyrics007.com/Ian%20Dury%20And%20The%20Blockheads%20Lyrics/Billericay%20Dickie%20Lyrics.html


- John Cale  :
Don't get me wrong. John Cale gig in Paris Le Trianon was great.
It was just a demoniac pleasure to see people shaking their asses like
if they were in the ballroom of the Titanic, enjoying their sea cruse,
and when he did his horsemouth during a funky "Leaving it Up To You",
they felt something was somewhat going wrong a fond de cale...
Their inners were shaken and John enjoyed it a lot i guess...
It was also a great pleasure to meet Joey, his bassplayer, afterward.


- Daniel Darc  :
On avait deux amis en commun. Je l'ai croisé a La Rochelle lors de son dernier passage. Je lui avait offert deux disques de mon catalogue. Il m'avait aidé a braquer deux bouteilles de vin blanc dans les loges. On avait plaisanté... Je lui avait dit a l'oreille "Putain de Dieu, tu ressemble a Quasimodo. Tu devrais leur faire toucher ta bosse, a tes fans tout constipés", et il avait explosé de rire après un instant de stupeur...
Salut Daniel... A un de ces quatre.... (Le Vicomte)


- The Jakes  :
French garage-punk combo. 2000/2005.
A great band. They were The Magnetix tandem joining forces with bassist Lichen Boy
and O.D, ex-TV Killers on guitar. Althrough they lasted five years, they never issued anything.
Mignon was their guru, their roadie, their nasty punk... He had this tatoo on his shoulder, yes he did.
We did have our chance to reconcile, him and me, before he died.
The same thing happened to me with Seb "Sorrow" Favre.
The two of them wanted this Jakes Lp so much...
A 13 songs vinyl LP out soon on Rocka Rolla records...
It will be dedicated to their memory.
- The Magnetix  :
        http://le-vicomte-rocka-rolla.blogspot.fr/2011/09/magnetix-1999-primitive-rock-and-roll.html


Edith Piaf  - Je t'ai dans la peau 1953
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5puRrCGkTY4


Guicho Tatouages La Rochelle le jeudi 14 février 2013
Comment ne pas foirer sa Saint-Valentin
ELLE EN A MARRE des fleurs ou des gants Mappa? Il ne supporte plus les clubs de golf ou les clés de douze? Innovez pour la Saint-Valentin, en offrant un de nos célèbres, visuellement très réussi et modeste BON POUR UN TATOUAGE.
Avec, vous lui ferez assurément plaisir et rallumerez le feu intérieur des débuts.
Alors, passez nous voir à la boutique, retirez-y le bon après l'avoir crédité d'autant que vous le souhaitez.
On vous garantie que ce truc à un gros pouvoir. De plus, ça marche aussi pour les anniversaires, les enterrements de vie de garçon ou fille, le mariage pour tous etc.
Pour plus d'infos si c'est pas clair, bipez-nous ou écrivez!
    http://www.facebook.com/events/260813817385113/?ref=notif&notif_t=plan_user_invited


Coluche, the "Sans blague? Merde" man, for my English speaking friends...
    http://video.planet.fr/insolite-les-papes-le-sketch-hilarant-de-coluche.304466.24884.html


Sex Toy is a young drummer from my neighbourhood. He's a close friend of mine. I met him when i was in one of my darkest hours and he helped me stay alive. He was very young when he done that.
And what he humbly made with Jango Reihnardt and Jim Morisson is simply formidable !!!
Double Whisky MORISSON-DJANGO par Julien Sex-Toy  :
    http://www.myspace.com/morrisondjango


In France, when you don't kwow what to answer or simply for a laugh, you just say "Poil à", wich means "Hair on" in rhyme with the last syllabe of the last word.


Sam And Dave's "When Something Is Wrong With My Baby"
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=89ddPhDZgUA


Le Barbarlla is the Rock And Roll Club in La Rochelle.
Le BARBARELLA
    http://www.facebook.com/pages/Le-BARBARELLA/103373419711001?rf=151144058270793
    http://www.sudouest.fr/2012/11/20/ca-l-affiche-mal-884244-1391.php
    http://www.sudouest.fr/2012/08/13/avec-barbarellaclub-records-les-vinyls-tournent-encore-793198-1391.php


Jesus Beer  :
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5bwc3a1O9lY&feature=share
Beer Against Cancer  :
    http://sante.planet.fr/a-la-une-biere-et-si-elle-etait-un-bon-remede-contre-le-cancer-diabete.300200.2035.html?xtor=EPR-26-299571[Medisite-A-la-Une]-20130201


Don't know if the real Rocco is behind that, ass to speak, butt isn't it a bummer ?
Mozart loves it...
    http://www.facebook.com/pages/Si-tu-labandonnes-je-tencule-Rocco-Siffredi/208697569171434?sk=map&activecategory=Photos&session_id=1334282299




BONDAGE  :




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http://www.rokkets.com/Wilko/wilko-disko.htm
http://www.drfeelgood.de/songs.htm#O
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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