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Duncan Fallowell back in the 1970s |
As it happens, leading Arcatiste Duncan Fallowell provided the original liner notes which were taken from an article he published in Melody Maker in October 1971, reprinted for the reissue. He didn't really want them to, but the record companies said: 'Oh yes, that's the whole point, it's historical. And would you like to write some new ones too?' So, he has done so.
Duncan was the first person in the UK to visit band Can in Germany and write about them - he 'broke' them here as it were - and did it - guess where? - in the once old codgery Spectator. 'Can you imagine it now?' Duncan tells Madame. 'It was really marvellous of the Speccie to go with my wildness in those days which was down to the arts editor really, Kenneth Hurren, but George Gale and the wonderful Harry Creighton were amused by it too. I was 21, 22. It was young fresh acid wildness, not the Jeffrey Barnard sozzled old mackintosh wildness of subsequent Spectator years.'
When Duncan went on the hippy trail for a year at the end of 1974, Kenneth Hurren gave him a letter of introduction on Spectator writing-paper. 'By that time Kenneth had become Associate Editor because George Gale had been sacked - but Harry would never allow Kenneth to call himself 'editor' as such, which caused unhappiness,' says Duncan.
'Harry liked to consider himself editor but of course he wasn't. Patrick Cosgrave, I believe, was also annoyed at not being called editor. Anyway this gave rise to the story which I include in How To Disappear (p 78) about the British Embassy in Bangkok which I used for a few weeks as a forwarding address. They were so astonished that I should be a sort of roving correspondent for such a magazine that they rang the Spectator office in Gower Street. Gill Pyrah, who was editorial secretary at the time, picked up the phone and asked them, "Have you seen him wearing tight, bright-yellow flared trousers?" "Yes, we have as a matter of fact." "Then that's Duncan".
'By the time I got back from India at the end of 1975 the magazine had been sold to Henry Keswick and soon moved to Doughty Street where Alexander Chancellor retained me as a columnist for quite a long time - but eventually my anarchies got the better of both of us and I went off to do the punk glossies Deluxe and Boulevard.'
Of Can, he adds: 'They fed my Dionysiac side and still do - but they are intellectuals as well, so this re-release of Tago Mago is a terrific feast for the mind and body.'
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43 comments:
On the link it has the Facebook tab with 17k 'like' - is that 17,000?!!! And it's not out yet!!! I better have a listen . . .
Dunkypoo looks like Ryan O'Neal. I wonder if he has a funny daughter tucked away somewhere
Well if Gore Vidal can have a daughter hidden away, anything's possible.
Noboby believes Gore any more
And what's that round Dunkypoo's neck - the freedom of the city of Atlantis?
Oh get a room you old tarts
I hate I Want More
And you're right (for once) about Gore's daughter - I know who she is and where she lives.
There's a clip of Spoon live on Fallowell's Facebook page - which I see is open - does he have no privates? This is Can of Tago Mago period and would be better one to post. Cheers
Done. Though acid may aid listening.
We shall sue.
That tree appears to be doing something unmentionable to Mr F.
The tree was on acid too. Well, trees always are. They are what acid aspires to. Treeness and acidness are very related (as opposed to acidity). The way a tree waves about all free and yet rooted is so acid.
Didn't the Spectator used to have a Grateful Dead type cover? Or was that Strange Days
Quite frankly everyone is so uptight and on a short fuse in the world today that I think we ALL NEED TO LET OUR HAIR DOWN xxx
p...s..y...che...delia smith
Don't think Can would have got far on the X Factor.
Does Molly still drop it?
I still want to know about Jonathan King's sex life in jail
ooo I love that Spoon live - the way it springs up
This is great - freakout at last! on Arcati!!! C'mon, girl, rip yer pantyhose!! Next stop - well, 7 years later . . . was PUNK
I loved punk, me and Siouxsie Sue. So lovely to see her recently rediscovered.
Dear Madame Arcati
I can't tell you how much I adore this post. The Spectator rocks! Somehow - it's timely. We need to loosen up and get more creative. I've read the Spectator for years but have never seen it go on an acid trip until now. Does the current editor know about this? Really they should do something to celebrate their glorious, jiving past and - let us hope- present.
A Spectator subscriber
We can only hope, poppet. Perhaps something could be put into their water cooler, by a bribed PA.
Never heard of Can.
Lots of people haven't heard of Can - that's part of the fun
Delicious stuff on the Speccie. Did Duncan know Brian Inglis?
I only knew Brian Inglis from the Spectator parties at Gower Street. I knew Bill Grundy much better - if know is the right word because Bill was rarely sober. But then I never met him before lunchtime. Let's say we were quite often in proximity. I once saw him fall down the whole flight of stairs at the Spectator. He was an excellent madcap fellow. Johnny Rotten loved him too.
Thanks for you evocation, Madame
Best wishes, Duncan
Just to make it quite clear. I wrote about Can in the Spectator first - and only much later in the Melody Maker
the first time I had acid I was sitting in Hyde Park admiring the flowers and suddenly Michael Winner and a film crew came into view. Talk about a bad trip!. You don't want to see Winner when your'e high.
You poor woodlouse. It's the thought of Michael Winner with an erection that terrifies me.
There's a book to be done on alcohol and British bomemia, of which the Spectator was once a peripheral part (when it got off the toilet). I suppose booze petrifies the synapses which is useful career-wise.
The book would be better for not limiting itself to alcohol. SMASHED: Intoxication and the Arts in British Cultural Life. Fallowell or Burchill should write it
And you don't want to see Winner when you're low either
And I'd not like to meet YOU on an LSD trip either. Not that I've eve rtaken LSD
Blissful memories. Orgasm on acid the best.
dig the shades
Brian Inglis wrote a number of interesting books on the paranormal, such as 'Science and Parascience' - a welcome contrast to the hedonistic materialism and comforting cynicism of his peers.
Has DF written about the Can people? What they have for breakfast, who they have sex with. I think we should be told.
I have unfollowed you on Twitter you rude fraud.
Jah Wobble, David Sylvian and Brian Eno became disciples of Can, and I think Duncan Fallowell had a row with Bryan Ferry over something. Ferry had a sniff at Can and moved on to the cocktail lounge and a different sort of high society
And the sister of Can guitarist Michael Karoli was one of the girls on the album cover of Roxy's Country Life
Thank you - Bryan Ferry is best known now as the father of right-wing sons who whinny around the countryside after foxes. Sad.
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