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  :




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

Dr.Feelgood - 1975 03 07 Paris Bataclan

                                                                                                      RIP@192 STEREO
                                                                                    http://www.mediafire.com/?n27al7r0qaeja5l



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 !!!"

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...

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...

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...?

So very strange to admit how easily every single little thing that we witness or that happens to us
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.

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....

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."

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 ?"

 I'm fifty years old now, and sometimes i don't have the same stamina as before to do my preaching, so i just politely told them that i would take a little snooze and that they shouldn't hesitate to wake me up if i was to produce my special helicopter sound effect while sleeping, feeling bittersweet inside, thinking about what a friend told me... Interracial sex sites are the ones where you get most chances to have viruses on your PC.
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  ?

                                               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)

 

 

"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.

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.
    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