The Bobby Gillespie Bullshit game

CUNTS! SCUM! BRING BACK NATIONAL SERVICE! SEND THEM TO FUCKEN IRAQ! YER FUCKEN SHITE HOOSIN' ESTATE WILL BE ON FUCKEN FIRE IF AH EVER FIND YOUSE! TIE THEIR FUCKEN TUBES!! C*********NTS!!!!!!!!

unfortunately i think this means i shall have to destroy all my primal scream records.

i suppose i could keep the instrumentals.

http://jackwolak.com/7/3341.jpg

Fair summation.

Screamadelica Era
"...I think music is magic... magical, in the true sense of the word. Certain pieces of music make me feel strong, protected. It raises... it raises my soul. No, forget that, it protects me from bad feelings. Music protects us in such a powerful way, it makes you aware of possibilities. To alot of people I think music's a commodity, not spiritual. it's something you put on the mantlepiece and it's there, like a set of golfclubs or an ironing board, whereas to us it's a holy thing, and none of us are even religious."
- Bobby Gillespie, NME interview 28 September 1991

"magic" = 5 points, "raises my soul" = 10 points, "protects me from bad feelings" (whatever that means) = 10 points, spiritual + religious + holy = 30 points, using all this bullshit to form a "we're not in it for the money" argument = 35 points

Total = 90 points

"Most bands think in black and white, we think in Technicolour," - Bobby Gillespie, September(?) 1991

Ugh, ffs, 99 points.

"We're a hardworking band. I go to the studio five days a week. My girlfriend works in fashion and now and again there's something she might want to go to so I go along - that's what you do. It's a bit weird, it's like saying your girlfriend's black so you must be black. Or your girlfriend's Jewish so you must be Jewish."

This guy would do really badly on Family Fortunes.

Bombing the Pentagon wasn't about anti-American sentiment, it was about, like, freedom, you know? Freedom to do what you want to do, and we want to get loaded ...

He's there because his girlfirend's jewish, Marcello, can't you read?

I think this is my favourite BG quote (from OMM earlier this year):

'You know, Andrew Innes is a chemist and so's his wife - they've got pharmaceutical degrees. He's an oddball boffin who'll experiment with anything you give him. When computers came out, he got one straight away and learnt how to work them. Oasis call him "Brains".'

Kudos to Innes for cracking that IBM mainframe up in Glasgow all on his own, but that final punchline is priceless.

(nb thanks for the cd momus)

"The only thing I don't want is us to be nailed down as some motherfuckin' curators of some rock 'n' roll fuckin' museum. We love all sorts of music, and I'm glad to turn people on to sounds they've never heard - y'know, go and buy "superfly" by curtis mayfield, or the impressions' greatest hits, or Culture "two sevens clash".

The guy is, and always has been a patronising cock, and primal scream are the worst band to come out of the UK since the '80's at least, and possibly ever.

BG: Ehh..I don't know. I think I always wanted to be a singer but I didn't realise it. I always wanted to be a guitar player because I loved guitar players in bands. I became a singer through default. We were writing these songs and I wanted to play guitar and we kept asking these people to sing and they were terrible so I stepped in.

So there was five of us, Andrew Innes on guitar, me on vocals, Jaki Leibezeit on drums, Michael Karoli on guitar and Liam Gallagher on one finger piano. We jammed our arses off, till five in the morning, hard and heavy on a two-chord Karoli groove, what a night! I'll never forget it. We all fell out of the studio arm-in-arm and walked up the road high and happy, blasted by the magick of Can, The Can!

There's plenty more where that came from as well- I couldn't believe they'd published such utter name-dropping drivel!

I didn't know he was a Suzi Quatro fan.

"After spending a week jamming with Quatro, the Scream determined that 'Leather Forever' would be like part of our ten-point plan to wipe out the fascists that dare like cross our path. We have one of Suzi's Leather Tuscadero outfits hanging in the back room of the Scream Team hideout."

No you don't. I can confirm by eyewitness that you spend at least three days a week wheeling a kid filled pram up and down the Holloway Road, and another couple of days a week flopping around in the fucking Sobell leisure centre in N7.

"We're a hardworking band."

You and your 'hardworking' band and gargantuan team of gargantuan roadies threw a lazy wobbler and had my band's performance pulled from the slot preceeding Primal Scream's at a Dublin festival last year because "You have too much gear and take up too much room on stage". We're a three piece!

-- greypejooze (greypejooz...), September 21st, 2006.

tell us more! miserable celebrities i love it.

Next, you'll be telling us he was taking vitamin supplements.

Primal Scream strike me as a band that almost certainly played the ol' "bedsheet mystery record grab" game while on tour...and I'm sure BG always won...

This single quote was densely packed with high point-scoring words along the lines of 'beautiful 13-year old punk rock girl', 'nihilistic', 'dennis hopper' and the like. If anyone can track that one down, I'll be very impressed!

the movie in question is Out of The Blue, it does feature a beautiful 13-yo punk rock girl, is deeply nihilistic, and Dennis Hopper plays the punk girl's pervo-hippie father.

He needs to spend less time on the rock 'n' roll and more on tidying that mantelpiece

Alopecia areata
Areola non-grata
Medulla oblongata

Fascistic state
Suck my soul
Going down the drain
In a hole
Soul
Soul
Soul

Syphilitic parasitic parasites (x 25)

Yeh (x 15)

Speaking in an interview with Q magazine, Bobby Gillespie says he offered the singer a combination of drugs including ecstasy, speed and cocaine, but she politely declined.

"We did try. We tried to give her an LDC - a lethal drug cocktail. Ecstasy, speed, cocaine, methadone, valium all crushed up. One of the guys offered it to her, but she said, 'Thanks but no thanks.' She was very ladylike," he states.

the question is when will the offspring of this meeting of musical minds see the light of day?

He wrote sleevenotes to the original "Cannibalism" compilation, so he's been doing it for quarter of a century now!

I think a song from this jam was released as a b-side of a primal scream single. Something like I'm 5 Years Ahead of My Time. I listened to it once and it left zero impression. Not even the one finger piano registered with me!

-- M Carty (mcarty...), September 22nd, 2006.

naw, i have that track and i can't say it sounds much like the liam-jaki-bobby session. maybe elements were taken... but il n'ya pas de one-finger piano.

"5 Years Ahead of My Time" is a cover of 60s garage band the Third Bardo. Why o why did Gillespie not change the lyrics to "I'm 25 years behind the times."

i don't understand this thread but i enjoy it

Still best thread ever

Roffle:

So this afternoon I have found out that Bobby Gillespie used to be Altered Images' roadie and that Clare Grogan used to call him "Bobo"

Yes, but until that realisation, he is a spaced out dude, everything is art and nothing's going to touch his world. Your broken leg is beautiful to him. A wound on someone's head is a trancendant statement on the link between the life force in us all, and the galaxy in supernova.

-- mark grout (mark grout), Thursday, 21 September 2006 07:59 (7 months ago)

I don't remember writing that at all. Must have been me though.
― Mark G, Monday, 14 May 2007 09:39 (5 years ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

.. which is odd, because today I *do* remember writing that.

Wow, Clare G appears in two unrelated threads today. Nice work.

Bobby Gillespie is always cooler than you. That's a maxim worth remembering, even as you mock him. For instance, you might be in the Sumatran jungle, taking DNA samples from an endangered tapir in order to save it from extinction. But Bobby Gillespie is cooler than you because he's found a way to mimic the way Johnny Thunders did his hair in 1976. Or you might be working in a mobile soup kitchen off the Commercial Road, making a real difference to the lives of the homeless. But Bobby Gillespie is cooler than you because he named his children Wolf and Lux. You might be in Islington risking assault by saving two kids (it turns out their names are Wolf and Lux) from being beaten up by bullies, but Bobby Gillespie is cooler than you because he once modeled for The Gap. You might shudder when you read about Mexican drug barons getting their henchmen to sew human faces on footballs, but Bobby Gillespie is cooler than you because he once read a book by Gilles de Rais, once saw a film by Dario Argento, and thinks faces on footballs are "beautiful".

In fact he's probably going to write a high-energy rock song about it, when he can muster any energy at all.

Amazing.

"You know, everybody was waiting for Rotten's new record after leaving the Pistols. What was it going to be like? And when he came back with the single, Public Image Ltd., it was just like.... Levene's smacked-out, burnt arpeggio guitar.... But more than that, right, it was rock music, but it wasn't rock music like the Pistols or the Clash. It wasn't traditional and that. It was like, it was like a departure. It was, like, a way into the future." --From BBCFour's "Punk Britannia"

"Smacked-out, burnt arpeggio guitar" has to be an all-time Gillespie-ism.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eY4ZXpsoOUg

"You know, everybody was waiting for Gillespie's new record after giving up his role as Bobo the Roadie in Altered Images. What was it going to be like? And when he came back with Primal Scream., it was just like.... Big Jim Navajo's smacked-bottom, burnt tattie scone guitar.... But more than that, right, it was shite music, but it wasn't shite music like the Pastels or the BMX Bandits. It was traditional and that. It was like, it was like no departure. It was, like, a way into somebody else's past."-- From Grampian TV's "Twee Caledonia"

xpost *2 and yet when he said that, I was all,"that's not an arpeggio, he's thinking of "Poptones"!

quality fake Boaby talking heads in that Serafinowiczy Stones Roses thingo

back Back BACK!!!
http://www.spin.com/articles/primal-scream-kevin-shields-2013-more-love-class-warfare-video

Best part is definitely the Kevin Shields bits, and it's not enough.

Plenty more where that came from I reckon- I'm looking forward to the rest of 2013 being filled with glorious Bobby BS.

devendra channeling bobby:
"I was playing soccer and someone had stepped on this locust. Its guts were all over the field and the sun was hitting them and they were shining. They were neon, almost. Radiant."

I love Bobby Gillespie. He's a bit of a head-the-ball but he's a very intelligent man, and always has something interesting to say.

Aye, right

I was like, “Man, this is the real happening scene.”

http://pitchfork.com/features/5-10-15-20/9204-primal-scream/

Has Boaby's speech been Americanised so readers of Pitchfork can understand him?

my mom = ma maw
highway = a big fuck off road 'n 'at
"I ain’t no fucking drummer" = "... ah'm no' a fuckin drummer, right? Gonny lee' us alane?"
“Man, this is the real happening scene.” = "Ya fuckin' dancin' bear, this is fuckin' magic, know?"
"they gave us a check for £30,000" = "We goat a fuckin' cheque for 30 grand, wid ye credit it?"
"You’re like, “Whoa, here we go!”" = Yer lik', "Here we fuckin' go!"

I wish I was a more dutiful & regular defender of Bobby Gillespie, here, because I am both fond of him & find the reflex ridicule he gets pretty lazy, but: this is the real happening scene is not a weird or terrible thing to say, not an embarrassing IRL Austin Powers moment.it's such a nice piece, too, to hear him talk about Glasgow, & how socially & personally woven music becomes.

yeah but

"I Wan'na Be Like You" is a great song, I can still remember where it is in the movie.

cool yeah that is also not bullshit. does the internet have to discharge its role as sage, better-knowing compressor of enthusiasm, here, or could we give the guy a pass.

Taking it a bit seriously aren't you? Pulling Boab's leg is fun, that's why we do it.

done in a spirit of affection. I'd take wee Boaby doing his thing than bland "we just do what we do and if anyone else likes it it's a bonus" types any day, but I also reserve the right to take the piss out of rock stars talking nonsense.

.it's such a nice piece, too, to hear him talk about Glasgow

You do realise that's possibly bullshit too? He's the boy who named his first son cried Wolf

The man who is tired of Tom D. doing Boaby-speak is tired of ILX.

.it's such a nice piece, too, to hear him talk about Glasgow

You do realise that's possibly bullshit too? He's the boy who named his first son cried Wolf

― Tommy McTommy (Tom D.), Monday, September 2, 2013 11:55 AM (1 hour ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

not really sure how deeply I'm meant to be interrogating his biography based on this

it is obviously okay if people want to get at Bobby Gillespie interviews; I can see how there are periodically quotes or postures that seem goofy. but ilx is as attentive to lazy, reflexive cultural targeting as it is compulsive in targeting things that go unexamined; it's valuable to recognise that hating comic sans is a weird, transmitted, second-hand prejudice, & that bacon & zombie humour has this sad, commodifiable quality that can fill a gap & be mindlessly syndicated. I am fond of Bobby Gillespie, so I am here in semi-defensive mode, but at the same time it kinda just reminds me of being at school & wanting to have somebody to hate, just as much as you wanted to have somebody to love; I feel like there should be some kind of check on one's appetite for cynicism, even if it's about, you know, Bono, or someone who provides a well from which you can draw & drink & which will never run dry. Bobby Gillespie called one of his kids Lux after Lux out of the Cramps; I am more convinced that he is writ by his love of music than that he is a guy pretentiously & ignorantly wearing it as a badge of pride.

I am more convinced that he is writ by his love of music than that he is a guy pretentiously & ignorantly wearing it as a badge of pride

I think it's probably a little from column a, a little from column b, though I don't think he's igorant.

Lazy Britpop zings are, well, lazy, but Bobby G comes up with such pricelessly entertaining boilerplate rock star silliness that it seems a shame not to make fun of it. And I LIKE Primal Scream!

no, sure, i feel that.

I feel like there should be some kind of check on one's appetite for cynicism, even if it's about, you know, Bono,

woah woah fella

If the lord didn't want us to mock these cunts he wouldn't have given them vocal cords imo

there is only so much time in the day, i feel like at a certain point you are eating into your Concentrating On Good time by concentrating on bad

hating comic sans is a weird, transmitted, second-hand prejudice,

Ban this outrageous troll

all those people have long been disgruntled by this choice of typeface, have always felt singularly defensive of & admired ringo's drumming on rain

http://s3.amazonaws.com/quietus_production/images/articles/19402/primalscream_chaosmosis_RGB_1400_1449511206_crop_550x550.jpeg

lol

My telly must be on the blink, the test card looks awful

Bobbie Crockett

But then again..

http://acerecords.co.uk/images/bobbygpresents_72dpi_1.jpg

.. which presumably is his version of being..

http://cdn.discogs.com/RmEKRB1FnvZNrWuHYGPab-aNSj8=/fit-in/300x300/filters:strip_icc():format(jpeg):mode_rgb()/discogs-images/R-2951942-1308834173.jpeg.jpg

Bobby is obviously an independent intellectual philosophical scholar, he named his album after a Felix Guattari book, (even the though the word Chaosmosis reads like a title of the next Kasabian album)

Chaosmosis: An Ethico-aesthetic Paradigm
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Chaosmosis-An-Ethico-aesthetic-Paradigm-Bakhtin/dp/0909952256

The final work by Guattari before his death in 1992, this is a radical and challenging work concerned with the reinvention and resingularisation of subjectivity. It attempts to embody effective change, the short circuiting of signification, and the proliferation of sense necessary to engage with non-discursive, artistic, poetic and pathic intensities. It includes critical reflections on Lacanian psychoanalysis, structuralissm, information theory, postmodernism and the thoughts of Heidegger

"... aye, it's fuckin' the business, ah tell ye... course ah cannae make head nor tail o' it, it might as well be in Swahili, still fuckin' cool title, eh? An' whit aboot that photie o' me keekin' oot through they kinda dangly plastic fuckin' things, jist lik' the fuckin' barbers used tae huv... whit... naw, it's a tribute to fuckin' Sid Viscous, man... he's whit? He's deid? No fuckin' way, since when?"

Is that the actual cover? That's amazing.

01 Trippin' on Your Love
02 (Feeling Like A) Demon Again
03 I Can Change
04 100% or Nothing
05 Private Wars
06 Where the Light Gets In
07 When the Blackout Meets the Fallout
08 Carnival of Fools
09 Golden Rope
10 Autumn in Paradise

I will say those titles give me some sort of hope..

I liked the last one

I ordered that "sunday mornin comin down", already had a lot of the tracks on it but i'm just a sucker for that kind of comp (so and so picks out their favorite tracks) and i liked the track list a lot ... Shame about the cover though

oh man the blurb for this thing though

http://acerecords.co.uk/bobby-gillespie-presents-sunday-mornin-comin-down

old man shouts at clouds: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-35724501

Puppet girl singers & boybands, oh diddums

"In the 90s and early 2000s, we could sell hundreds of thousands of art rock albums, but it's not like that anymore."

Art rock, who are ye kidding boaby

also boo fucking hoo, ht should consider himself lucky that he was able to hawk his wares during a time of abundant demand for physical media at inflated prices, not complain that "everything was better in the good old days maaaan"

Oh, did he have a record shop? (xpost)

[Creation's] final release was XTRMNTR by Primal Scream, issued in January 2000

Yup, very early 2000s.

Record shop? He gave Edison the idea for the gramophone. (xp)

"Bobby Gillespie's razor-sharp views and Primal Scream's push to keep things fresh still have a home in the music industry."

hmm, let us revise..

"Bobby Gillespie's razor-sharp views and Primal Scream's push to keep things fresh still have a home in the music industry."

Where oh where is the next Stephen Pastel coming from?

the problem is the old stephen pastel's still around

in an aeroplane..

Some top-quality BG boasting on the first page of this: http://thequietus.com/articles/20158-bobby-gillespie-primal-scream-favourite-albums-interview

When I first heard this at 16 or 17, what with there being no West Indian population in Glasgow and just hearing this record, I immediately loved it. African Dub Chapter 3 is a record that has stayed with me forever, y'know? So when it came to working with Andy Weatherall, who remixed 'I'm Losing More Than I'll Ever Have' and then did 'Loaded' after that, to me, that's like a rock version of dub. So I completely understood it. Meanwhile, there were those who never quite took to it as much as me because they didn't have that art rock/dub background.

No doubt more gold to uncover further in!

I don't know if BG or the writer or the subs are responsible for mangling the story about Eddie Hazel being told (by George Clinton!) how to play the solo on Maggot Brain, but bullshit this is:

On one track, George was told to play a guitar solo and imagine that he was just told that his mother had died.

And I can't make any sense out of this:

I watched repeats of Ready Steady Go! in the mid-'80s and was entranced by performances of 'Mr Tambourine Man', and also when The Beatles covered it too.

*rubs hands and settles down to read*

Also, when I got married to my wife Katy England, I had Alexander McQueen design for myself and my wife a suit with satin lapels and hemmed embroidery in the trousers and jacket with roses, in tribute to Gram Parsons.

it's what he would have wanted

I think that "Beatles" thing is a mishearing of "When the Beatles were on it too" - I think even in Bobby's virtual world, there isn't one where The Beatles covered "Mr Tambourine Man".

It's about as predictable a list as you'll ever see but Boab is just being honest there and not trying to impress people, so fair enough. Could do without the stating off the bleeding obvious quite so often.

Then again, The Beatles did do "House of the Rising Sun" once, so hey..

I think that "Beatles" thing is a mishearing of "When the Beatles were on it too" -

Translation:
"I watched repeats of Ready Steady Go! in the mid-'80s and was entranced by performances of 'Mr Tambourine Man', and also when The Beatles covered it too."

Original:
"Ah mind ah used tae fuckin' watch repeats o' Ready Fuckin' Steady Fuckin' Go!, thinkin', "Whit's the sketch here? Whit they showin' this auld shite fur? Cathy Fuckin' McGowan? Who the fuck's she?" then, next minute, ah wis a', "Holl' ya dancin' bear! Ya beauty!" when the fuckin' Byrds showed up wi' "Mr. Tambourine Man". McGuinn wi' thae fuckin' Gregory's he used tae wear and that wee fat bastard, Crosby, wi' the fuckin' cape oan, like fuckin' Sherlock Holmes or somethin'. And they a' had fuckin' puddin' bowl haircuts and ah used tae think, "Ah wahnt tae look lik' that, ah wahnt tae look that stupid wan day". Oh aye, and the Beatles were oan it an a'."

I don't remember Ready Steady Go! ever been repeated in the 1980s, especially not for 'viewers in Scotland'.

I do, I have them on VHS, taped off the telly.

(Can't say for Scotland, but)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7scMC7YSDQ

I'd remember if Ready Steady Go was shown in Scotland but Boaby principally lived in England from the mid-80s.

He was still in Glasgow in the mid 80s though, I don't think he ever persuaded Jim Navajo to leave the reservation and live among the white man to go south of the border.

No need. He was living like a king off his Sonic Flower Groove royalties.

This is cool. My sister just posted this picture on Facebook of her with a young Boaby G sort of eyeing her up in the background. This prompted a torrent of reminisicing about Boab from her Facebook pals which I couldn't possibly repeat here.

http://imgur.com/a/rQqLS

Try it again...

http://i.imgur.com/hRVQBCV.jpg

Probably about 1981?

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2018/11/13/andrew-neil-attacks-bbc-left-wing-bias-comedy-shows/

Andrew Neil has tweeted some disparaging remarks about Boaby's appearance on This Week. Boaby is not best pleased. A phone call ensues.

BOAB: Here, Neil, whit's the fuckin' sketch here?

ANDRA: Whit? Is there some sort o' problem?

BOAB: Aye, there's a problem! Ah'll tell ye the fuckin' problem! You're the fuckin' problem!

ANDRA: How, whit huv ah done noo?

BOAB: This fuckin' tweet ye fired aff, huvvin' a fuckin' pop at me for fuckin' scowlin' at you an' yer bum chums jiggin' aboot like a bunch o' fuckin' muppets oan yer shite fuckin' show, that's whit! Ya fuckin' wide-o!

ANDRA: Aw... right... er... ah thoat ah'd deleted that.

BOAB: Here, ah'll fuckin' delete you in a minute.

ANDRA: Well, ye've goat tae admit, ye were sittin' therr wi' a face like fuckin' fizz.

BOAB: Can ye fuckin' blame me! Ah'd be fuckin' black affrontit to be seen kerryin' oan lik' that in public, bit o' fuckin' decorum please! Nae wonder mah face wis fuckin' trippin' me!

ANDRA: It wis jist a bit o' fun, Boab!

BOAB: Aye, that right? A bit o' fun? Aboot as funny as cancer, ya walloper.

ANDRA: Here, let's no' fa' aboot this.

BOAB: An' whit's this shite aboot me an' mah "fancy Islington pad"? Where the fuck dae you live these days, Neil, fuckin' Feegie Park? Anyway huv you forgoatten when I came across a burnt-out motorcycle in the street, no wheels, no seat, just a charred metal skeleton. It had obviously been stolen and dumped by a gang of teenage wild boys. It was the most beautiful thing I'd seen since last night's evening sky. You don't find 'art' in galleries, it's all around you. The city is alive and on fire. Long may it burn? Eh? Cuz where me an' Jeremy live is fuckin' nails, man!

ANDRA: Awright, awright, calm doon...

BOAB: Naw, ah'll calm doon fuck all man. Ah'll fuckin' have you bra'! Giein' me oot yer fuckin' lip ower the phone. 'Cause yer joab's fuckin'... ye're sussed, man, know whit ah mean?

ANDRA: Here, you've just taken that verbatim from "The Plumber Tape".

BOAB: Oh, aye, sorry, lettin' the fuckin' cat oot the bag therr.

ANDRA: Listen, Boab, ye can come oan mah show anytime ye wahnt, I'll let ye say whit ye like and dae whit ye like, ah'll gie ye the flair...

BOAB: The flerr?

Andra: The flair.

BOAB: The flerr, ye mean.

Andra: Naw, the flair.

BOAB: The flerr.

Andra: The flair.

BOAB: The flerr!

Andra: The flair!!

BOAB: THE FLERR!!!

Andra: ... hey, haud oan, this is exactly the same He's Fae Paisley/ Ah'm Fae Glesga routine ye did w' Momus on the Primal Scream thread - and naebody know whit ye were oan aboot then either.

BOAB: Aye, ye're right, ah'm beginning tae repeat masel' noo.

ANDRA: Happens tae the best o' us mate - ye'll huv seen the shite comedy routines oan mah show?

BOAB: Seen them? Ah wis part o' wan!

(both laugh)

ANDRA: Aye, ah wis forgettin'! Onywey, ah'll catch ye later, big man, Portillo's pickin' up his boyfriend fae Heathrow an' we're aw gon oot fer lunch.

BOAB: Aye, nae bother, Andra, you take care noo!

ANDRA: Will do!

BOAB: An' be sure tae send ma best wishes tae auld rubber lips, Portillo!

ANDRA: (laughs) Aye, we should aw' go oot for a swally sometime!

BOAB: Count me in, big yin, count me in!

ANDRA: Later!

BOAB: Aye, aw ra best!

(Andra rings off, Boab still on the phone)

BOAB: Aye, that's him tellt, he'll no' be messin' wi' fuckin' Boaby Gillespie again in a hurry ... holl', whit happened therr?!??? Ah phoned up tae gie that cunt a piece o' mah mind and we ended up lik' fuckin' best buddies! He's too fuckin' smert fur me, that's whit it is, that fuckin' sneaky Paisley Grammar bastard...

(wanders off, phone in hand, mumbling incoherently).

Neil, 69, is regarded by some as the perfect host for Question Time, but the job is expected to go to a younger woman.

https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.private-eye.co.uk%2Fblog%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2011%2F01%2Fandrew-neil.jpg&f=1

i can now no longer see bobby gillespie without thinking of tom d's boaby

Neil, 69, is regarded by some [cn] as the perfect host for Question Time, but the job is expected to go to a younger woman.

CITATION NEEDED! By whom, exactly?

it's a torygraph story, so one must assume he is the choice of monocle-popping sir bufton-tuftons throughout the home counties

Tom D delivers

I could only get through the first 20 minutes of the BBC4 "Memphis Tapes" doc at the weekend, but stuck it long enough to hear one cracking throwaway comment from the big man along the lines of the UK music press slated Give Out... because "they hate black music".

extremely on-brand

Classic Boab. I didn't watch the show, I think my head might have exploded if I had, but I had it on in the background with the sound down and noticed that Bobby had grown up with Hampden Park virtually at the end of his street - pretty cool for a kid, I would have thought. The fact that they all went to school together is pretty cute I think. Anyway Bob seemed to be enjoying himself.

Think Bobby G was going for the world record for how many times someone can mention they are working class within the first five mins of a documentary

Oh man, I wish there was a way to see this for us overseas viewers. Worth noting at this point that this thread is one of the funniest things on the entire internet. I periodically fire it up and laugh like a drain. Many thanks to all involved.

This Is Primal Tap
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpUVOVDy0iw

The presence of McGee makes the programme automatically unwatchable imo.

Noel being snide about BMX Bandits seems extra cuntish considering they were the only Creation band willing to take them on tour when everyone else on the label refused

The very first thing Bobby says is a risible cliche, about the only way to see the world for a working class guy LIKE BOBBY was to join the army or become a footballer or form a band. I think someone should tell Bobby he was born in 1962, not 1942; maybe also that he's from Mount Florida, not Cranhill; and that his dad was a leading trade unionist who might well have ended up as an MP if he hadn't been a completely useless candidate, and not a binman. So I lasted 38 seconds.

True, most of my mates at Strathclyde Uni back in the 80s were from virtually identical backgrounds as Oor Bobby.

Maybe so, but that's how I remember it - My dad joined the RAF to eventually move down south, etc. It's a cliché to say that it was the only way that could be done, sure.. (I was born in 1961, family from South Shields, etc)

You missed the part where I said Bobby Gillespie was born in 1962 and not 1942?

As the redoubtable everything implied, Bobby's background was absolutely bog standard 70s/80s West of Scotland 'respectable/aspiring' working class, he grew up in a nice area not some hellhole, and went to decent school. I'd say the chances of him having to join the Army were miniscule, bordering on non-existent, he's far more likely to have ended up going to Strathclyde Uni to study Chemical Engineering or whatever.

tbf he ended up doing a fair bit of freelance chemical engineering research anyway

how on earth could such an extraordinary rebel even apply to a technical college? They might have thought he was a revolutionary mixture of Bobby Seale and Trotsky with the moves of Marc Bolan and told him he was too damn sexy for City & Guilds courses!

He goes on to say that his working class background made him strive for financial security, which is why he and the other members of PS were always desperate for hit records. "You had a funny way of going about it for ten years" were my thoughts.

surely there's a height requirement to join the army?

he had hit records as part of the mary chain...

(xp) Bobby too tall? Trying to imagine a Regimental Sergeant Major trying to whip a platoon with Bobby G, Duglas Stewart and Stephen Pastel into shape - one for Viz maybe?

or maybe a Boab from a parallel universe where he went on an NVQ plastering course or got a job on the bins or whatever, but still talked the same kind of self-obsessed, self-mythologizing pretentious rock-star gubbins in the workplace and driving his work colleagues to despair on a daily basis.

Deafened by the chorus of "Aye, right" and "Heard it" that would meet his every utterance. I sometimes feel Bobby's been away from Glasgow too long - therefore I insist Boaby G needed to be invented as a counterbalance and to help keep him grounded.

Whenever I think of Bobby G I remember Justine Frischmann's story about how he was the worst housemate she ever had because he was too paranoid to ever answer the door.

extremely on-brand

In the documentary is it weird that they blipped right over the band's jangly beginnings and went straight to the self-titled record era?

Maybe Jim Navajo couldn't be reached at the reservation?

He gets a tiny mention and they show one pic of the C86 era band, I think.

they shd show a picture of the legend! and momus holding hands

to be fair they shd show that in all music documentaries, as a terrible warning

They should have shown this tuneless, polka dotted fop -

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsOKV0GY5B8

tbf part of the narrative was that Gillespie, Innes, Young & McGee (sounds like a Rangers back four from the early 60s) had all been at school together, whereas Big Jim Beattie, being a Native American, was an outsider. Also Jim Beattie was responsible for most of the music in the original band, I think?

a more convincing case for the urgent need of an acid house intervention has never been made xp

If you can bear to watch to the end of the song (or just scroll past) there's some classic early Bobtalk. "Being in a car crash can be psychedelic... looking at the sea can be psychedelic... having sex can be like a hallucination..."

xp lol dying at bobby's monologue at the end of that clip.

I can't be arsed to watch that vid but I saw them - and played on the Give Us a Break triv machine with them - in late 87 and I think it's probably only the goodness of "Velocity Girl" that gave me the interest to pay any attention until "Loaded" happened

I can remember a cousin telling me he was off to see [sic] Primeval Scream at Hudds Poly at some point in about '89 or something. Poor bastard was a metal fan!

I think it's probably only the goodness of "Velocity Girl" that gave me the interest to pay any attention until "Loaded" happened

That's the first 7 years of Primal Scream in a nutshell.

If it wasn't for Gillespie's connection with JAMC and for generally being a guy who'd been around for years and knows people, they'd never been given the chance to make any albums or been on the same live circuit as eg. Felt or the Jazz Butcher or the Pastels etc because Primal Scream were a horrible band with no good songs in those days. Creation was put out their records, and Revolving Paint Dream, Biff Bang Pow, Slaughter Joe and others because they were friends of Alan McGee, not because anyone wanted to hear them.

> In the documentary is it weird that they blipped right over the band's jangly beginnings and went straight to the self-titled record era?

the recent best-of did exactly the same.

i love sonic flower groove and crystal crescent fwiw. and that second revolving paint dream lp is one of my all-time faves.

the recent best-of did exactly the same.

tbf the recent* one included songs from the first two albums, it was the one before that** which didn't

* March 2004
** November 2003

* March 2004 ***

*** Japan only 8)

Ha, "recent"

yes, further away from the present than the release was from Loaded :D

Primal Tap is so OTM. Many Tap-esque moments in this thing..."first thing he ever says to me was what's your favourite Bob Marley b-side", Bobby sniffing the record, McGee undermining the whole concept by saying that with hindsight the released version of the album was the right thing to do, Noel G saying all pre-Screamadelica Creation Records are shit - which would include the first 2 Primal Scream albums, and many, many more. Good laughs in this.

i saw them live in the Velocity Girl era and they were great, tbf. '86, probably, supporting Julian Cope. They were a six-piece at the time; one guy just played tambourine, but he wore black leather gloves to do it: as the son of a shop steward Boab was a stickler for the health and safety of his employees.

I also saw Primal Scream live a couple of times around the time of their first single (they were supporting James and the Blue Aeroplanes, respectively) and yeah, they were perfectly fine indie jangle. Very short sets - they plainly didn't have many songs.

I don't recognise everything's claim that nobody wanted to hear records by the Creation also-rans. Like many other rec labels with a brand identity, plenty of people, self included, bought into the whole Creation aesthetic and would buy pretty much anything released on the label. And that Slaughter Joe single is a belter.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5DPe-2HuApE

Slaughter Joe single was popular, relatively, as were Jim Beattie's Primal Scream actually, Biff Bang Pow or Revolving Paint Dream on the other hand - but, hey ho, it was his label after all.

Slaughter joe did go on to run a worthwhile record label too.

which would include the first 2 Primal Scream albums

fwiw the 1st Primal Scream album wasn't on Creation

So it was on McGee's other label but the point remains that his association with JAMC and Bobby generally being a meme propped them up throughout the early years. Obviously they were liked and had their fans - I was one of them. But even at the time they seemed bad and retrospectively they were so much worse than their peers at the time. And I don't mean bands like the Clouds or the Razorcuts. Got an old flyer for Rooftop Club in Glasgow with the headlining bands for successive Sundays in Sept 1987 - Primal Scream, the Chills, Bambi Slam, Felt/House of Love and The Swans. Primal Scream at the time were not even close to being the equal of most of those bands. Later they were, but not then.

oh boy the bambi slam were the fucking worst

I've completely forgotten who they were ybh.

.. to be honest, not you be honest.

kind of a tune free version of the mary chain with the added feature of someone sawing away at a cello, all swagger and racket sort of thing. think the main guy was canadian?

They look kinda gothy. But then the Mary Chain look was sort of modified gothy.

they were definitely goth adjacent! andrew eldritch was their manager for a short while iirc and got them signed to a major

Primal Scream at the time were not even close to being the equal of most of those bands. Later they were, but not then.

yes but this is surely what made McGee worthwhile for several years - that he could see potential and nurture it. this is what A&R and label owners should do! it used to take most ppl an album or two to actually get good.

Bob's Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/primalscreamofficial) is a must, for all your rock 'n' roll iconography / radical politics needs.

Don't ever change, big man.

Classic Boab.

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DrZmKBkX4AAnXud.jpg

Bob's Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/primalscreamofficial🕸) is a must...

it's good but it's not

https://ksassets.timeincuk.net/wp/uploads/sites/55/2011/06/PrimalScreamWomblesPR170611.jpg

Did no-one think to invite Orinoco?

https://diem25.org/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/photo5908732877753921029.jpg

bobby gearing up to let varoufakis have both barrels on why he's wrong about the merits of the mc5 vs the stooges

varoufakis "hawkwind fan"

About 2 results (0.21 seconds)

he totally is though

he has two ears and a heart iirc

he has a hog he doesn't need that other stuff

*varoufakis hog throbbing in the background*

https://bilder.t-online.de/b/72/52/84/52/id_72528452/610/tid_da/sieht-sich-immer-wieder-attacken-aus-griechenland-ausgesetzt-finanzminister-wolfgang-schaeuble-.jpg

blimey, dave brock cleans up nicely

haven't read this, i only noticed it because there was a copy on the floor of the tube and the cover said something like 'the undimmed majesty of bobby gillespie'

https://www.standard.co.uk/lifestyle/esmagazine/bobby-gillespie-primal-scream-interview-a4131261.html

anyway, there's another 'best of' coming soon. and this one does include things from before Loaded.

Even after years of living in Islington, his Glaswegian accent is unchanged, as is his face, the passage of time somehow having contrived to swerve it entirely.

I had no idea I'd given an interview to the Evening Standard.

Gillespie exhibits the sort of passion and knowledge that makes you wish he’d follow in the footsteps of his union official-turned-Labour Party-candidate father (also Bob) and run for office.

... and lose a seat the Labour Party had held for centuries.

okay now i've gone full acclerationist and i want prime minister bobby gillespie, fuck it

"Whit? An audience wi' th' Queen? Fuckin' Brian May and his fuckin' badgers? GET TAE FUCK!"

> with two sons, Wolf, 17, and Lux, 14

is wolf a call-back to his spiritual father, citizen smith?

https://keyassets-p2.timeincuk.net/wp/prod/wp-content/uploads/sites/42/2018/04/rexfeatures_739847ae-630x400.jpg

Has he got an album out or something?

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2019/may/11/this-much-i-know-bobby-gillespie-primal-scream

Really laying on the working class Glaswegian hero bit with a trowel here. Give it a fuckin' rest, Bobby.

Has he got an album out or something?

from the link:

Primal Scream’s new album Maximum Rock ’n’ Roll: The Singles is out on 24 May.

I saw violence on the streets. I saw it at football matches and I saw it at school. I had to be careful as the minute I stepped out on to the street anything could happen.

So, basically it was like fucking everywhere else, then.

I have no idea but it sounds nothing like Mount Florida. God knows what he'd be saying if he'd grown up in Toryglen alongside (genuine Celtic fans) Jim Kerr and Charlie Burchill.

Madonna is a prostitute, proclaimed Bobby on tonight’s Newsnight (for playing Eurovision). Also he is not an anti-semite, since “all his heroes are jews”, Karl Marx and Bob Dylan were cites.What a pure fud. Also he went to King’s Park Secondary which, while hardly a private school, ain’t exactly the ghetto. Bullshit indeed.

Cited, not cities

Here's the Newsnight clip:

“Madonna would do anything for money"

- Primal Scream's Bobby Gillespie on Madonna performing in Tel Aviv at Eurovision.

Madonna has said she will “never stop playing music to suit someone’s political agenda" https://t.co/dIXMXIzVwU

MORE TONIGHT 22:30#newsnight #Eurovision pic.twitter.com/iRnpJk2TFE

— BBC Newsnight (@BBCNewsnight) May 17, 2019

... Mike & Bernie Winters, Maureen Lipman, Mr. Abie.

Ivor Cutler, Denis Norden, Marty Feldman

Wow, Mr. Abie's life took a dark turn, if this article by UNKNOWN is to be believed...

https://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/news/local-news/troubled-radio-star-mr-abie-2409095.amp

fucking hell

Christopher and Robert, then aged 26 and 20, savagely beat and slashed the grandfather-of-15 in his Westwood bungalow. The brothers had wrongly believed the 65-year-old had assaulted their alcoholic mum.

one for the "real scotland" thread if it existed

Like an episode of Taggart.

Bobby otm re: Madonna tbh. Never seen any evidence of antisemitism from him iirc

What a sillyhead.
Which country isn't stolen land? Does he refuse to play America?

A glance at the “Controversy” section of his Wikipedia page suggests that the dude is either in fact anti-Semitic, or so dumb he can’t tie his own shoes... maybe it’s the latter, he sounds like a real piece of work all around. (Calling a pop star a “prostitute,” damn! Hot stuff.)

"one for the "real scotland" thread if it existed"

would deffo bookmark that one, be the change etc....

amazed there isn’t one already tbh, reflects badly on the ilx caledonian contingent imo

I'd love to see a Glasgow version of Mean Streets - with Boab wearing a prosthetic young face and playing the young version of himself - getting his pocket money knicked and the shit kicked out of him every day on the way to school by Jim Kerr and Charlie Burchill.

LOL Jim Kerr and his violent street gang of Genesis fans waylaying schoolboy Boab with his Coltrane albums under his arm.

"You don't make up for your sins in church. You do it in the streets. You do it at home. Gillespie is bullshit and you know it"

Bobby Gillespie put in an objection to Islington Council about his local pub opening until midnight on weekends, and that's all you need to know about Bobby Gillespie.

— Jason Sinclair (@jlsinc) May 17, 2019

Once a Presbyterian...

"Which country isn't stolen land?"

Fucking hell.

makes u think

There was always a colonialism element to our insipid C86 jangle rock.

The Telegraph, 24/5/2019, Bobby Gillespie interview: 'Rock is like Latin, a dying language – it has nothing more to say'

“In the end, I’m only a singer in a band,” declares Bobby Gillespie. “You should be allowed to express your opinions. And then you can be questioned on them. And that’s where it gets interesting.”

Gillespie is in trouble again. The frontman for Primal Scream appeared on BBC’s Newsnight last week, where he called Madonna a prostitute (with the proviso that he has “nothing against prostitutes”) for performing at the Eurovision in Israel. Gillespie has a history of criticising Israel and supporting Palestinian causes. When presenter Kirsty Wark asked whether that made him anti-Semitic, he responded “All my heroes are Jews,” citing Karl Marx, Bob Dylan and The Marx Brothers.

The ensuing social media furore was a predictable blizzard of splenetic outrage, bad taste jokes and defensive tit-for-tat arguments and insults, although it was hard to tell if it was his remarks about Madonna or Israel (which he called “stolen land”) that caused most controversy. Some questioned what this notoriously mouthy rocker was doing on a BBC news programme promoting his band’s singles compilation, Maximum Rock ‘n’ Roll.

“It’s a very intolerant culture at the moment and I do think there’s such a thing as a digital lynch mob,” Gillespie said to me, when we met at Sony’s London offices a week before his TV appearance. He was addressing other recent controversies, such as the “No Platform” policy prevalent in British universities (where students boycott individuals whose views they disagree with) and some virulent criticism of Morrissey that has made the singer feel unwelcome in Britain.

“Morrissey’s not a racist, he’s a very intelligent lad, so challenge his opinions, fair enough, rather than saying we’re gonna ban you. You should be allowed your point of view. Other people can say they disagree with you. That’s a civilised and intelligent and grown up way of having a debate. If you don’t wanna know, you don’t learn anything.”

Requests to Primal Scream’s management for comment on the response to his Newsnight appearance were politely declined. But it is not too hard to work out how the singer feels. “Everything is emotional, there’s no critical thought,” Gillespie complains. “Why not put your anger towards something you should be angry about, like Tory austerity?”

Gillespie has strong opinions on many subjects. “I could talk for hours about that” is a frequent phrase, and he can be difficult to interrupt in full flow. Some of his remarks are hair-raising. “I was never a junkie,” he says about his band’s reputation for drug abuse. “I took heroin but I preferred amphetamines and a bit of coke.”

A couple of times he retracts comments and asks that they not be printed, particularly if he has said something unkind about other musicians. But he almost can’t help being provocative. On the subject of rock stardom, he offers “You don’t have to be a musician to be a rock star. Charlie Manson was a rock star. It’s a charismatic personality that is like a shaman who attracts the tribes.”

He is aware that he is frequently talking himself into trouble. Anticipating a challenge on his apparent admiration for a notorious serial killer, he expands his explanation to include such figures as “Che Guevara, Diego Maradona, Lord Byron, Arthur Rimbaud,” then launches into a digression on the “rock ‘n’ roll archetype of the raging cursed poet” and how it can be applied to “writers, filmmakers, trade unionists, even certain politicians down the ages. It’s a kind of dandified defiance.”

But he also notes its destructive aspects, particularly when drugs are involved. “People were being hurt, that’s the other side of it, like wives, kids. Drug addicts and alcoholics are not just damaging themselves, it can lead to abusive, violent, selfish, wrong behaviour. But I don’t like to dwell on the negative side, the myths of rock ‘n’ roll are exciting, they’re fun. I still love it.”

He mentions a famous photograph of country singer Hank Williams being released from a prison cell in August 1952 “desperate, emaciated, no shirt but he’s still got his hat on. It’s awful but he looks amazing.”

Williams died just a few months later, in January 1953, aged 29, in the back of a car on the way to a gig. “I used to fantasise about that on tour in America. I’d be totally wasted listening to Hank Williams at the back of the bus and think ‘what a great way to go, just don’t wake up.’ I didn’t wish to die, really, I was romanticising being on the road with my pals in a great band, thinking I’m in heaven.” He points out that the real rock myth was “to live fast and die young. And I’m not young anymore.”

Gillespie is 56. Small and stick thin, his long black hair does little to hide the sallow skin and drawn features left by decades of recreational drug-abuse. Gillespie has certainly been a poster boy for rock’s hedonistic impulses yet musically he always seemed like a man on a mission. He was born and raised in Glasgow, the son of a union official, in a house full of left-wing politics and folk music.

He formed Primal Scream in 1982 whilst simultaneously playing drums with feedback rockers The Jesus & Mary Chain. It took a while for Primal Scream’s sound to evolve before 1991’s Screamadelica established them as rock icons to the rave generation, effecting a marriage of Stonesy guitar swagger and hi-tech electro infused with a polemical, political spirit.

“In a sense, it was like a deconstruction of rock," he says. "It felt like the future, with Happy Mondays and Stone Roses and the trip hop stuff of Massive Attack and Tricky, it felt like music was going to go somewhere else. And then it became Britpop and that was that. Modernism had finished. Britpop is not rock ’n’ roll.”

Primal Scream’s own trajectory was waylaid by rampant drug abuse. “It was full on madness for a few years. Our manager was on heroin, our road crew was on heroin, you’re in the studio and the producer is stealing the band’s heroin. It just became like the plague. I think drugs can be a useful tool but when everybody’s freebasing coke and heroin, you don’t get a lot done.”

He has regrets. “There was always some crazy story about someone collapsing, someone getting stabbed, someone getting carried off an aeroplane. In the end your work becomes demeaned because you’re seen as a dissolute cartoon.”

Gillespie insists he kept his own drug use under control to focus on recording (Primal Scream have made 11 albums, several with only Gillespie and co-writer Andrew Innes effectively involved), eventually cleaning up his act completely in his 40s. He married stylist Katy England in 2006, and they have two teenage sons. “I would never say to people don’t take drugs but if you are an artist, you’ve got to be careful. It can stifle creativity.”

Gillespie is an obsessive music fan buzzing with theories on the history of rock. But he is also deeply conflicted about his favourite genre. “Rock is like Latin, it’s a dying language, it's old, it’s finished, and it really has nothing more to say.” He sees the spirit of rock passing to rap, grime and drill music, although it doesn’t personally speak to him. “It’s like they’re talking an occult language, and that’s how it should be. It’s got irony, intelligence, inventiveness, sex and danger.

"You’ve got rappers on acid going mental on stage, skinny, covered in tattoos, crazy coloured hair, high fashion, some of them wear dresses. Guys in rock bands dress like they’ve come to fix your electrics. There’s not one sex symbol in white rock anymore, cause there nae sex in it. It’s very solipsistic, so inward looking, it’s all me, me, me. Rock is dead.”

Primal Scream play the All Points East festival in London’s Victoria Park tonight, supporting The Chemical Brothers on a bill of alternative guitar bands. Gillespie promises their usual spirited performance but doesn’t seem particularly enamoured of the festival experience. “Festivals are like shopping precincts now. People want the brand. It’s like going to Pret a Manger to get your coffee and sandwich, and H&M to get your jeans. People don’t go to hear good music and take a trip, man. They go to hear you play your hits, as advertised, then f___ off.”

In a notoriously antagonistic Glastonbury appearance in 2005, Gillespie defaced a Make Poverty History poster with the graffiti Make Israel History, called the audience “f___ing hippies” and made a Nazi salute. Those days, he insists, are gone. “Like everyone else, I’m trying to find my place in the world. I’m in my fifties. I want to make music that has a bit of weight and represents us at this time in our lives, that is honest and true.”

Still he admits there is little more satisfying to him than being onstage as the frontman for Primal Scream.

“Primal Scream is a team effort, we’re all in it together, no one is bigger than anyone else. But the frontman is like the captain, you’re the centre forward, you’ve got to lead the charge. The band are setting you up, you’re in the six-yard box, just smash it in the back of the net.

“It’s a paradox, I know. I love rock ‘n’ roll, it’s a great democratic art form, and I’m glad there’s still kids playing it. I’m a rocker ‘til I die.”

Maximum Rock ‘n’ Roll: The Singles is out today. Primal Scream play at All Points East, Victoria Park, London tonight

I think my bullshit detector just broke

treasure trove

I've read worse from Bobby tbh!

Yeah, that made him seem pretty cogent and self-aware.

Agreed

"some of them wear dresses"

I didn't think I cld have loved him more, yet here I am...

Uhhhhh

https://www.middleeasteye.net/discover/celtic-fans-back-palestine-football

Well done, fake Celtic fan, Bobby Gillespie.

or the trade unionists of the 1970s who gave shelter to Chilean refugees on the run from Pinochet’s fascist thugs

sounds a bit bullshit, is it one of his dad's shaggy dog stories?

There is this...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VD6d0xKZNRg

that was impressive, but not quite what Boab is describing!

You can't expect Bobby to get these little details right.

or the trade unionists of the 1970s who gave shelter to Chilean refugees on the run from Pinochet’s fascist thugs

sounds a bit bullshit, is it one of his dad's shaggy dog stories?

― calzino, Saturday, June 29, 2019 3:36 AM (seven hours ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Actually true, trade unionists were active in the Chile Solidarity movement. My dad was spokesperson of Chile Democratico in Scotland and had good relationships with prominent trade unionists active in the movement including Mick McGahey and Bill Speirs. And this solidarity included in some cases literally having refugees kip at their flats (though if I remember rightly my dad was taken in by a CPGB member on arrival). The association continued and when Pinochet was under arrest in London the meeting in Glasgow was held at the STUC building, STUC didnt charge anything for use of venue

revolutionary Boab's lefty card renewed !

Aye, but if Boab Snr. had taken a Chilean refugee in do you think we'd have ever heard the end of it? From both of them?

aye looks like our wee Boaby sold "Movin' On Up" to Volkswagen?

punk rock is for the volk

maybe he'll justify it by saying him and his romancer dad once smuggled 8 Chilean refugees in the boot of a volks from Santiago to Glasgow.

tbf its for VW's electric car but we all know why VW is making electric cars at all, right...

to fire them into space?

lawsuits were involved

also goths

Volkswagen means "people's car", that's right up Boab's street. Of course, it's Nazi people, but, as mentioned previously, Boab's not strong on details.

quick someone re-edit the volkswagen ad using 'swastika eyes' instead

waitaminute the car is called the volkswagen skive? clearly someone in product development didnae check a scots dictionary as part of their due diligence

oh no, that's just the name of the youtube channel i found with the ad, stand down everyone

Both have been criticised for polluting the environment with toxic emissions, although to be fair Primal Scream don't play that much from Riot City Blues any more.

I remember someone is Q magazine asked Gillespie "One bullet-Blair or Bush?" and he seemed genuinely conflicted about who to choose

What was your childhood or earliest ambition?

To be an astronaut. I was born about the time Yuri Gagarin was the first man in space. I identified with Yuri. In the end I became a cosmonaut of inner space.

absolutely extraordinary, a new peak

the film inner space, but he goes up his own arsehole and stays there

Wonderful stuff from our intrepid space cadet

Wee boab doing a Q&A as part of a Neu documentary at the Barbican this month.

I get the feeling he's going to repeat the story that's on the inner sleeve of Tago Mago reissue. no matter what questions he gets asked, like a briefed politician in a televised interview.

brb gonna buy a ticket then ask him a question based the content of on a tom d boabypost

Ask him what Jim Navajo is up to these days.

I'd like to go to this but do not want to give Bobby any further encouragement in his belief that anyone gives a fuck about his opinions on Neu! or anything else. Trailer (WARNING may contain Boab)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vE-14hWLaKg

what is jim navajo up to these days?

Appearing in a documentary about the drummer from Birth Control.

He formed Primal Scream in 1982 whilst simultaneously playing drums with feedback rockers The Jesus & Mary Chain

Was he not also playing bass in The Wake at time too?

(WARNING may contain Boab)

Excellent Boaby content tbh

A number of public and cultural figures have signed a letter in support of Jeremy Corbyn to be distributed to newspapers and media outlets. Boab is not one of the signatories. He is not best pleased.

*Coldplay ringtone. Brian Eno answers*

BRI: Hello, Eno speaking.

BOAB: Holl', it's me.

BRI: Me? Who's me?

BOAB: Boaby fuckin' Gillespie, that's who.

BRI (slight pause): Oh, Mr. Gillespie, to what do I owe the considerable pleasure?

BOAB: Here, never mind that shite, whit's the sketch wi' this letter?

BRI: Letter? Forgive me...

BOAB: The fuckin' letter supporting fuckin' Corbyn, don't get wide wi' me, baldy.

BRI (bristling): Right, what about the letter?

BOAB: How am ah no' oan it?

BRI: ... er, I...

BOAB: Ah mean, ah've no' even heard o' hauf o' the cunts who ur oan it...

BRI: ... well it's...

BOAB: Plus it's fuhll o' fuckin' Yanks - like that lanky cunt, Thurston Moore. Whose fuckin' band ur shite, by the way, ah mean where's aw his gold records? Oh aye, that's right, *voice rising to a pitch* he's no' fuckin' goat any! Let me ask ye this, big yin - were his band a key part of the mid-1980s indie pop scene, eventually moving away from their jangly sound, taking on more psychedelic and garage rock influences, before incorporating a dance music element to their sound with their 1991 album Screamadelica, which broke them into the mainstream? Ah, don't fuckin' think so, mate.

BRI: He does actually live in the UK these days.

BOAB: Aye, using oor NHS and livin' aff benefits fae ma tax money, ah'll fuckin' bet!

BRI: If you don't mind me saying that is a bit reactionary?

BOAB: Reactionary? I'll react oan you in a fuckin' minute and, while ah'm at it, whit the fuck ur you daein' oan it, ah thoat you were a fuckin' Lib Dem these days?

BRI (heavy sigh): Not this again. Nick Clegg...

*Boab blows a raspberry*

BRI (clearing throat): ... Nick Clegg hired me as an advisor on youth issues...

*sniggering from Boab*

BRI (firmly): ... on youth issues, but that's as far it went, I imagine he felt he needed someone who was more in touch with the concerns of young peop...

*sentence interrupted by a full minute of hysterical laughter from Boab*

BRI: ... if you've quite finished.

BOAB (wiping tears away): ... aw man ... ah'm sorry man but... noo ah've heard everyhin'! Fuckin' Brian fuckin' Eno 'hinks he can talk to the kids oan the street, how you gonnae dae that? Wi' a 90 minute album of a fuckin' tap runnin'? Ya fuckin' clown!

BRI: Right this phone call is going nowhere.

BOAB: Aye, and your fuckin' letter is goin' nowhere! Stick yer fuckin' feather boa up yer erse, ah preferred yer earlier funnier albums anyway! Bryan Ferry was better looking than you, he was a better dresser than you, he had more hair, he told funnier jokes, and he could dance the pants off of you!

BRI:.. OK, I'm hanging up now.

BOAB (still fulminating): ... with your cigars. With your brandy. And your rotten painting, rotten! Bryan Ferry, there was a painter. He could paint an entire apartment in one afternoon! Two coats!

*Boab's wife enters the room*

MRS BOAB: Robert, I've just had a nice phone conversation with an American chap called Thurston Moore, he's interested in maybe working with you.

BOAB (with childlike glee): Is he?!?!?! Here, that's smashing that! I've always liked that Sonic Youth. Wait tae ah tell the guys in the band!

*BOAB runs off almost skipping*

sublime

a 90 minute album of a fuckin' tap runnin'

would listen *puts it on and listens*

tom and savage pencil need to do an oor boaby annual together

Xp it’s probably in here somewhere http://everynoise.com/new_releases_by_genre.cgi?region=GB&albumsonly=true&style=cards&date=&genre=global&artistsfrom=#water

that link makes me want to pee

ilm is good again

Track by track commentary from Bobby for 2013's clunker "More Light"? Yes please! He manages to misquote JG Ballard within the first minute.

https://open.spotify.com/album/6hIPAoP6Y5N2CLuyhzNmaL?si=eqrwttdxSpSkcFBzYeP6sg

i watched the shaun the sheep movie this weekend (a gentleman's 6/10 at best tbh) and was thrilled to hear the scream's 'rocks' play in multiple scenes, adding a much-needed edge of streetwise sleaze to the story of a small sheep and his friends ending up marooned in the big city after a day off at the farm goes wrong

... are you trying to tempt me into doing another Boaby skit or what?

that film is crying out for a Boaby commentary voice-over- "wake up sheeple" etc.

... are you trying to tempt me into doing another Boaby skit or what?

2013's clunker "More Light"?

this album is great fwiw

Boaby has been called to a meeting with with a film producer at his manager's office. He is somewhat late.

Producer: Is he actually going to show, he's nearly an hour late as it is.

Manager: I did warn you not to organize anything before 2pm, he'll just be getting out of his bed, he thinks he's a rock sta....

Ostentatious series of knocks at the door.

Manager: ... that'll be him, come in!

Boab breezes in.

Boaby: Morning, chaps!

Producer: Afternoon.

Boaby: Aye, whatever. So whit's the fuckin' sketch?

Manager (to Producer): Shall I? (to Boaby)What it is, Bobby, is we've had an offer for you to provide a onscreen commentary for a DVD of a movie...

Boaby (interrupting excitedly): Ya dancin' bear!

Manager: ... of a movie in which ...

Boaby: Let me fuckin' guess. It's "Vanishing Point" intit? (to Producer) Did you know we hud an album named efter that film? Aye, ah course ye dae! Huv ye seen it, by the way, it's fuckin' awesome, Randy Newman is fuckin' great in it...

Manager: ... if I may continue, Bobby?

Boaby: Oh right, aye, fire away, ah'm aw ears.

Manager: The movie in question heavily features the Scream's music...

Boaby (interrupting again): ... here, it's no' Tarantino is it? That fuckin' shite he did aboot Manson? Ah've no' seen it masel yet but ah'll be sure tae check it oot when it's next oan at the pictures...

Producer: That was set in 1969.

Boaby: ... and your point is, caller?

Producer: Excuse me?

Boaby (same intonation): And your point is, caller?

Producer stares blankly.

Boaby: ... ye know, like Jimmy Sanderson? (high pitched Glaswegian voice) "Were you at the game?"

Producer continues staring blankly.

Boaby (to Manager, out of side of mouth): Jesus, where did ye dredge this wan up?

Manager: Er, if I may, I think the point is it was it was set in 1969 so Tarantino used music from that era on the soundtrack.

Boaby: Aye, well that makes sense, ah suppose. We can sound like we're from 1969 if ye wahnt though, we've done it afore.

Manager: I know Bobby but we're... look we're getting off track here.

Boaby: Aye, ah'm sorry but ah'm jist so fuckin' made up, man! Me daein' the commentary fur a Hollywood movie!

Producer: It's not exactly a Hollywood movie.

Boaby: Aye, well, cult classic then, nae cunt went tae see "Electra Glide in Blue" either when it came oot, know what ah'm sayin'?

Producer: It's not a cult film either, it's been very successful at the box office.

Boaby: Is that right, big yin? Well ah'm the very boey fur the joab then!

Manager: The film in question, Bobby, is "Shaun the Sheep: The Movie".

Boaby's face hardens.

Boaby: Shaun the Fuckin' Sheep?

Producer: No, Shaun the Sheep.

Boaby: That's whit ah said, Shaun the Fuckin' Sheep.

Manager: We think that...

Boaby: Here, haud oan a minute, d'ye think ah wis born yisterday?

Producer: I've seen your publicity shots, so no.

Boaby: Oh ha-fuckin'-ha, ya f-

Manager (rapidly interrupting): If I can stop you right there, Bobby, we think a commentary track on this DVD will help introduce the Scream to a new audience...

Boaby: ... aye, a fuckin' audience o' 6 year aulds!

Manager: ... 6 year olds and their parents.

Boaby (cautiously): Ah'm listenin'.

Producer: There's a demographic of adults in the 30 to 40 year old bracket who will have become acquainted with the music of your group for the first time as a result of viewing "Shaun the Sheep: The Movie".

Boaby: Aye, ah see where ye're comin' fae, big yin. Go for an audience that's a wee bit aulder than we normally attract.

Manager: Older? Bobby, I've been at your concerts, the audience is almost as old as yyyyyyyou'd be surprised at the age of your audience.

Boaby: Aye, probably. Tae be frank wi' ye, ah've goat nae idea whit age the audience is at oor gigs, ah cannae fuckin' see the cunts, ah'm that oot ma nut maist nights! (nudging Producer who inches away)

Manager: That and you refuse to wear your glasses in public.

Boaby (Shaun the sheepishly): Aye, there's that an' aw.

Producer: Anyway, there is one proviso.

Boaby: Holl', me no speaka de Italian, can ah huv that in fuckin' English, mate?

Producer: One stipulation...

Boab looks puzzled.

Manager (to Producer) Here, let me... (to Boaby) The producers would love for you to do this commentary but... no swearing.

Boaby: Whit? Whit d'ye mean, nae fuckin' swearin'?

Producer: Well, the DVD is aimed at children and their parents.

Boaby: And?

Producer: And, as you have amply proved this afternoon, your language can be on the colourful side.

Boaby: That's fuckin' freedom of expression, pal, ah cannae be held tae society's rules, take me or leave me.

Producer: Well, all things considered I think we might le...

Manager (interrupting): ... I think what we're trying to say is that we want the pure unadulterated Bobby Gillespie....

A serious looking Boab nods furiously.

Manager: ... but with maybe a little moderation in the language.

Boaby: Moderation? Moderation? Ah cannae even spell moderation!

Producer: Now that I can believe.

Boaby: Don't get me wrang, ah'd love tae dae some'hin' like a fuckin' DVD commentary, in fact ah've goat an idea tae dae a track by track commentary oan oor 2013 album, "Mair Light", ye heard it, big yin?

Producer: Me? No, can't say I have. Was it a hit?

Manager: Hmmmmmmm.

Boaby: The thing is, ah'm fae Glesga, whit the fuck dae ah know aboot sheep? Ye'd be better aff gettin' some Teuchter tae dae it or, better still, some Welsh cunt - here, that's an idea!

Producer (checking watch): What is?

Boaby: Ah could gie ye yon Nicky Wire's phone number - they'd be gled o' the work, (sotto voce) huv ye heard their last album? (pinches nose).

Manager: Bobby, if we could get back to the...

Producer (looking desperately for an out): ... no no no, this Nicky, er...

Boaby: ... Wire...

Producer: This Nicky Wire sounds like she...

Boaby: ... he...

Producer: He could be what we're looking for...

Manager: ... but ...

Producer: Guys, I really have to go, I've got another meeting way across town...

Manager: ... but we haven't...

Producer (rising from chair): I'd love to stay a bit longer but time...

Boaby (who has been ineptly scrolling through his phone all this time): But ah've no found Nicky Wire's number fur ye yet.

Producer (now at door): Just, er, get in touch with my PR when you, er, find it...

Manager: ... but we never even...

Producer: Later.

Boaby (cheerily): Don't call us, we'll call...

Door slams.

Boaby: ... you.

As the Producer stands pressed against the door, breathing heavily, we can hear Boaby's voice in the background.

Boaby (muffled): Huv ye seen "Electra Glide in Blue"? It's aboot this wee cunt who's a polis, a motorbike polis mind ye, and he's played by William Blake...

okay i’m gonna nudge the shaun the sheep movie up to. a gentleman’s 6.5/10 for inspiring this latest tom d opus, great work everyone

this is my favourite thing from 2020

it’s not fair copying and pasting transcripts of the real Shaun The Sheep commentary from a website for the hearing-impaired, Tom, you used to put some effort in on these

bravo Tom!

I thought I've done so many of these I should catalogue them, but it turns out I haven't done as many as I'd thought - there's only three of them on this thread for a start, the rest are scattered all over the place. In all there's been 12 since 2011 with three separate years when there were absolutely none at all! There's the distinct possibility that I might have missed some though.

THE CHRONICLES OF BOABY (Parts 1 to 12)

1. "Gott in himmel, Englander schwein!"
Boaby phones Kevin Shields to complain that the remaster of "Screamadelica" he approved was carried out by 'some cunt naebody's heard o''. Boaby then phones Holger Czukay to try to persuade him to oversee an alternative remaster, much to Holger's chagrin.

2. "... gie's ma heid ower, wull ye?"
Believing that the Wombles have reformed to play "Screamadelica" in its entirety at Glastonbury, Boab has agreed to make a guest appearance... while wearing a Womble suit... this despite his concerns that it will render him incapable of playing his primary instrument, the tambourine. Backstage, after Mike Batt informs him that the Wombles are actually playing "Keep On Wombling" in its entirety, and not "Screamadelica", Boaby phones McGee in a state of high dudgeon.

3. "Naw, ah've no goat time tae listen tae how you discovered Oasis!"
McGee phones Boab to tell him that a Primal Scream track was just played at the Tory Party Conference and that he should release a statement disassociating the band from it. Boab reluctantly agrees but is secretly pleased that his mammy can get to hear his band played on the telly.

4. "UP THE WORKERS!"
Following on from the previous phone call, Boaby goes on a date with Home Secretary Theresa May. Boab is charm itself, within reason, but the evening ends badly when Theresa admits to mistaking the Primal Scream track "Rocks", as played at the Tory Party Conference, for a Rolling Stones song.

5. "Gonny leave me alaine?"
Boaby and Momus have a desultory conversation where Boaby denies ever having toured Germany with Momus or having had sex with a woman called Helga in Hamburg. Boaby's Glaswegian sensibilities are doubly offended by Momus' use of Paisley dialect. That's (abstruse) entertainment!

6. "A scrawny auld duffer wi' a pair o' mad shades oan."
Suicide are playing at the Barbican. Boaby shows up backstage, and immediately rubs Marty Rev up the wrong way by claiming to have written "Dream Baby Dream". Later he mistakes Alan Vega for his father.

7. "You know me, ah know fuck a' aboot fuck a'."
Boaby is 'ower the moon' about a cool avant garde film he has appeared in, playing Gilles de Rais, until McGee bursts his ba' by pointing out that Gilles de Rais was a rapist, a paedophile and a necrophiliac.

8. (aims kick at family pet)
In a domestic scene, which is something of a departure for the Boaby Chronicles, Boab tries to order a book by Julian Cope using Alexa but Alexa singularly fails to understand Boab's accent (join the club).

9. "... 12 actually, mate."
McGee phones Boaby to tell him about the launch of his newest label Creation23, Boab is underwhelmed. Worse is to follow as McGee tries to persuade Boab to get Primal Scream to record a single for the new label. Boab refuses and, for a change, has some fun at McGee's expense.

10. "Here, ah'll fuckin' delete you in a minute."
Following his controversial appearance on the "This Week" and the disparaging remarks concerning it on Twitter made by the show's host, Andrew 'Andra' Neil, Boaby phones to register his disapproval. After some more recondite banter about the differences between Paisley and Glasgow dialects, which absolutely no-one other than the author understands or appreciates, Andra outwits Boab and leaves Boab cursing him and his alma mater.

11. "... a 90 minute album of a fuckin' tap runnin'."
Boaby hears that a number of celebrities have signed a letter, for publication in the press and other media, in support of a Jeremy Corbyn premiership. Annoyed that he was not asked to contribute he phones one of its signatories, Brian Eno, with predictable results.

12. "And your point is, caller?"
Boaby visits his manager's office where is offered the chance to do a commentary for the DVD of "Shaun the Sheep: The Movie". He demurs.

would genuinely pay real actual money for a book of these

need to preface all of those with "In which..."

def up there with ILM's other greatest contributions to the field of literature, "the Tragedie of Michael Jackson, King of Pop" and "The Interior Life of Noel Gallagher: A Speculative History"

"Boaby is 'ower the moon' about a cool avant garde film he has appeared in, playing Gilles de Rais, until McGee bursts his ba' by pointing out that Gilles de Rais was a rapist, a paedophile and a necrophiliac."

an absolute classic of the genre!

I can remember some goth tool having a Gilles de Rais book published on the short lived publishing wing of McGee's and being involved with the running of it.

https://reprobatepress.com/2019/01/19/cry-havoc-the-church-of-raism/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bUivKpdk810

Could be wrong, but I'm fairly certain he wasn't listening to house music in '88 while stumbling about stages with his Louise Brooks bob and polka dot, la la la shirt.

What about the Pastels, Bobby?

Was he aboard a boat or something there?

The Good Ship Candyflip iirc

c'mon Nick don't take it too personal that he dissed running, he's into wobbling!

jesus, mary and joseph my cramps have come back!

Probably had itchy bollocks from his leather trousers poor lad

also very cool that he's wearing ss insignia there, I'm sure that himmler would've had prinal scream in his top three bands too

I see some kind of skull(?) and a star but not an SS insignia

I guess that could be a totenkopf

it's the ss totenkopf xp

Swastika Ayes

I see some kind of skull(?) and a star but not an SS insignia

― Οὖτις, Friday, February 21, 2020 3:24 PM (twenty-seven seconds ago) bookmarkflaglink

yeah it's a SS-totenkopfverbände insignia

lol Tom

it might have been amongst the last images millions of Jews saw, but I think it looks pretty fucking braw oan mah leather jaiket!

disappointed oar Boaby tbh

disappointed IN oar Boaby

Glaikit in a leather jaikit.

that's blitzkrieg boab to you pal

lol Tom

Achtung Boaby

*giggles*

"Afterwards, he called me in the early hours and said: “Bobby, it was insane. Weatherall played Loaded and the whole place went ballistic.” He told me that Mick Jones (from the Clash) and Kevin Rowland (from Dexys Midnight Runners) had come up to him afterwards and shook his hand."

^ From an appreciation by Bobby of Andy Weatherall in the Observer. I thought he actually managed to get through the entire piece without resorting to bullshit.

Does manage to make it all about himself though..

Not as much as I'd feared!

I actually thought that - The Guardian interview - was all right.

You couldn't make it up. For those with Freeview, "The Ronnie Wood Show" on London Live, Ronnie talks to Bobby Gillespie about his favourite records. A subdued Bobby, perhaps realizing he's no competition for Ronnie Wood, coming across as a studious indie nerd.

Bobby choosing a track from "I've Got My Own Album to Do" of course... which is rubbish.

Most of the show consisting of songs being played while Ronnie and Bobby sit listening and bobbing their heads. London Live at its best.

We don't get "London Live"

Never mind, ay?

Ronnie doing that annoying thing guitarists do when you're trying to listen to a record, picking up a guitar and trying to play along.

OK, so I get it, it's actually a filmed radio show, shot for Sky Arts in 2012 - Jesus, what does Ronnie look like now.

An occasion like this calls for schnapps Boaby.

The unlikely trio of Bobby Gillespie, Alan McGee and Stuart Murdoch have been invited to be part of a discussion on Scottish music and the Scottish cultural scene at an American university. Boab and Al are backstage.

BOAB: Here, ah'm no' exactly thrilled aboot huvvin' tae share a stage wi' this wee West End fanny, Murdoch. Ah mean, ah've hud Tap 10 singles, whit's that wee cunt and his merry band o' bedwetters ever fuckin' achieved?

AL: You'd be surprised at how popular they are, Bob... oh quiet, here he is...

BOAB (full of bonhomie): Holl' Stewpot! It's yourself! Long time no see!

STUART (nodding): Bobby, Alan. Looking forward to tonight, I must admit.

BOAB: You an' me baith, wee man, you an' me baith.

After the onstage introductions are over and the Q&A session begins, Boab is dismayed to find the audience is more interested in Stuart Murdoch and even Alan McGee than him. Then …

MODERATOR: Can we get the mike over to this lady over there... yes... thanks...

AUDIENCE MEMBER: Thank you, I'd like to put a question to Bobby Gillespie...

BOAB (straightening up): ... oh right, here we fuckin' go, aboot time...

AUDIENCE MEMBER: ... you know, I think this year has been very traumatic for all of us, what with the pandemic, the Black Lives Matter movement...

BOAB (clenching fist): ... right oan sister...

AUDIENCE MEMBER: ... and the ongoing nightmare of the Trump presidency, and I know that people all over the world are concentrated fully on the American presidential elections even more than usual...

BOAB (to himself): Mibbes aye, mibbes naw.

AUDIENCE MEMBER: ... and I'm sure you people in England were as devastated by the death of Ruth Bader Ginsburg as we were... (*murmurs from the audience*)

BOAB (an aside to Al): Who?

AUDIENCE MEMBER: ... so in this year of all years, do you regret using an image of the Confederate flag on the cover of your album, “Give Out But Don’t Give Up”?

Scattered applause.

BOAB (sotto voce): Goat there eventually.

MODERATOR: Great question, over to you, Bobby.

BOAB (*steepling fingers*) (in measured fashion): Well it's aw aboot context and, at the risk o' appearin' patronisin', what you don't understand, doll, is that the image oan the cover is actually a famous photie - nuhin' tae dae wi’ us, darlin’. It's a famous photie taken by Christopher Eccleston... noo, I must admit, I had nae idea he was a photographer as well as huvvin' played Doctor Who... no' that am a fan o' Doctor Who, no' even when that cunt ...

Audible gasps from some members of the audience. Bobby continues his peroration.

BOAB: ... fae Paisley, Tennant played him, an' the thing is they gave him a London accent, they widnae even let him dae a Scottish accent, at least when fuckin' Capaldi played him they let him keep his accent. But when Capaldi wis playin' him ye kept expecting the cunt tae start fuckin' swearin' a dime a dozen like he did oan The Thick Of It... don't get me wrang, that wis fuckin' great that show, but nae cunt swears as much as that in real life! It's jist no fuckin' realistic! But ye know whit the best bit wis in the film? The bit at the end when him and fuckin' Tony Soprano are gaun toe tae toe and fuckin' Soprano is like, "You limey English bastard", or whitever, and Capaldi jist sterrs him right in the eyeba’ and is like "Fuck you, Tony... and don't ever call me English", and he fuckin' jist strolls away and big Tony's left staunin' there like, "Whit the fuck's that daft cunt oan aboot?" So, in closing, that is... er... I put it to you that that is my reply to you... to your question.

AUDIENCE MEMBER (to 2nd AUDIENCE MEMBER): Wow, I think we could do with some subtitles here.

MODERATOR: Um, thank you, uh, thank you, Bobby, I think...

Someone comes onstage to whisper something in the Moderator's ear.

MODERATOR: Before we go any further, I have a small request for you, Bobby.

BOAB: Aye, nae bother, big yin, fire away, happy tae oblige.

MODERATOR: I think some of the audience were a little discomforted by your occasional use of the C word in your reply.

BOAB (outraged): The C word? But ah never mentioned cancer wance! Whit ye oan aboot, ya clown!

MODERATOR (slowly): That's not the C word I meant. (*gritted teeth*) I meant the C word with four letters.

BOAB (looking puzzled): Crab?

Al whispers in Boab's ear.

BOAB: Ah... right... eh... well, that's gonny cramp ma fuckin' style a wee bit so it is...

Boab sinks back in his chair, sulkily.

BOAB (sotto voce to Al): Whit the fuck's the problem wi' these middle class fuckin' bookclub wankers?

AL: When in Rome, Bob, when in Rome.

BOAB (uncomprehendingly): ... er... aye, Al, aye, right ye ur (*pulls a face*).

An increasingly unhappy Boab slumps in his chair as a succession of audience members ignore him and Al to enthusiastically interrogate Stuart. Laughter breaks out as the moderator tells an anecdote about trying to buy Belle & Sebastian's 29th album at his local record shop, sorry, store.

BOAB (to Al): Well, that fuckin' story was as fuckin' funny as cancer...

AL: ...careful, the C word...

BOAB: Ah jist don't huv the same sense o' humour as these cunts, they're laughin' away at aw sorts o' shite but when ah try an' crack a funny they look at me like ah've goat two heids.

AL: You don't say.

BOAB: Ah've goat tae admit, Al, ah've goat nae fuckin' idea whit these cunts are talkin' aboot hauf the time.

AL: I think the feelin' is mutual, Bob.

BOAB: Aye, well at least ah make the effort, Al, no' like these arrogant arseholes who jist fuckin' expect everybody else to know whit the fuck they're oan aboot an' make nae effort tae try an' unnerstaun' embdy else. They’re fuckin’ worse than the English!

AL: Aye, Boab, you certainly make the effort!

Stuart begins a long answer on his film, "God Help the Girl".

BOAB (to Al): Here, whit's this aboot a film?

AL: He directed a film.

BOAB: Whit, that wee rat? Whit's it aboot?

AL: Glasgow, supposedly.

BOAB (suddenly interested): Glesga?

Boab decides to listen in to another question on the film.

AUDIENCE MEMBER: Uh, I just wanna, um, bring up one of the, uh, criticisms levelled at your movie in certain quarters...

STUART (sitting forward in his seat): Mmm-hmm?

AUDIENCE MEMBER: ... uh-huh... the criticism was that there was a lack of diversity in your portrayal of Glaz-gow, specifically a lack of African-American characters and faces and, um.... how do you answer that, um, criticism?

STUART (squirming slightly): Well, I think that's a... (*clears throat*)... a good question... em... I mean, Glasgow isn't as ethnically diverse as most American cities...

BOAB: Bollocks.

MODERATOR: Pardon me?

BOAB: There's loats o' Asians in Glesga fur a stert.

MODERATOR: Really? I had no idea, do you have... like a Chinatown?

BOAB: Ye whit?

AL (to the moderator): He means South Asians.

BOAB: Aye, well a loat o’ them dae live in Pollokshields and Govanhill but ye dae get some north o' the river an' aw.

AL: Glasgow might not be that ethnically diverse, but it has got one significant group that seemed to be absent from your film, Stuart, if I may say so.

STUART: Oh, really? Who?

AL: Glaswegians.

Stuart looks daggers. Boab blunders on.

BOAB: Here, if ye wahnt tae know aboot Glesga, ah'll tell ye a wee fuckin' story that sums up Glesga fur me. (*elbowing Stuart in the ribs*) Here, ye coulda done wi' this wan in yer blockbuster movie, Stewpot...

Stuart visibly tenses.

BOAB: ... an' it's a fuckin' true story tae, by the way. So, this wee fuckin' ned is up in court on some charge or other an' he's gettin' cross-examined oan his alibi. The advocate asks him if, as he claims, he was at a friend's house oan the night o' the crime then why did he go there? "Tae get a tap", says the ned. "Is your friend a plumber?" says the advocate. "Naw", says the ned. "Are you a plumber?" says the judge. "Naw", says the ned. And...

AL (to the audience): ... a tap is a faucet, by the way...

BOAB (hesitatingly): ... aye, thanks Al... anyway, the judge says to the advocate, "I fail to see where this line of questioning on plumbing is leading". The advocate is like, "Ah, I think there's been a misunderstanding, m'lud, I believe 'tap' has secondary meaning in Glaswegian parlance, of a fiscal nature". Then, to the ned, "So you went to the house to borrow money?" "Naw", says the ned. "You went to the house to lend money?", says the judge. "Naw", says the ned. The judge, who is getting fed up wi' aw this, then says to the ned, "You have told the court you went to your friend's house for a tap. Now what kind of a tap was it?" The ned replies, "A Cellic tap."

The end of the story is met with deafening silence, a few stray coughs aside.

AUDIENCE MEMBER (raising hand): Um, excuse me, sir, I heard you mention, I wanna say, Tom Selleck?

BOAB: Naw, Cellic! A Cellic tap!

AL: He means Celtic.

MODERATOR: The Boston Celtics?

BOAB (exasperated): Naw! Cellic Fitba Club!

AL: The football club.

MODERATOR: But the Celtics play basketball not football.

STUART: No, soccer.

BOAB: Cellic Fitba Club! The Glasga Celtic! The Tim Malloys!

MODERATOR: Is the story finished yet?

BOAB: Aye, it's fuckin' feenished! An' you know who else is fuckin' feenished? Me! Ah've fuckin' had it wi' this fuckin' Punch and Judy show! See you (*points at the moderator*), you couldnae run a menodge. Hauf o' you’s (*points at audience*) cannae unnerstaun' the fuckin' Queen's English and the other hauf ur so faur up yer ain erses ye don't know if it's fuckin' night or day ... ya toffee...

AL: ... taffy...

BOAB: ... shut it, Al... ya toffee-nosed cunts. That's right, cunts! Ah said cunts! This place is jist no' fur the likes o' me, a straight talkin' working class guy fae the violent mean streets o' Glesga...

STUART: ... you're from Mount Florida, Bobby...

BOAB: ... an' you're fae Clarkston, ya wank...

AUDIENCE MEMBER (to 2nd AUDIENCE MEMBER): Did he say he was from Florida?

AL: Calm doon, Bob.

BOAB: Naw, ah'll calm doon fuck aw', Al, ah'm fuckin' done. Ah'm offski. Joe the Toff. Ah'm shootin' the craw. (*rising from his seat*) Get tae fuck the lot o' ye's! (*mumbling*) Belle and fuckin' Sebastian...

Boab storms, after a fashion, from the stage. Some boos ring out.

MODERATOR: Um, it appears Mr Gillespie has decided to, um, bring his particular evening to a close.

BOAB (pushing through the audience, turns to shout at the stage): Here you, ah'll bring you tae a close, ya fuckin' ride!

At length, as the discussion carries on without him, Boab finds himself at the back of the auditorium ineptly struggling with some fire doors.

BOAB (to a young woman standing nearby): Here, hen, how d'ye get oot o' this fuckin' place?

sympathies with wee Boaby on this occasion

bravo

https://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/news/politics/primal-scream-star-bobby-gillespie-23420856

Boab has called a band meeting on Zoom.

Boab (cheerily): "Afternoon, troops!"

Andrew Innes (wearily): "It's 10 o'clock at night, Boab."

Boab: "Away wi' ye! Is it? *stares myopically at the corner of his screen* Here... so it is! Ma fuckin' body cloack is aw' tae pot wi' this fuckin' lockdoon shite!"

Andrew: "That clock stopped years ago."

Martin Duffy: "He needs winding up."

Andrew: "And I'm just the boy to do it."

Boab: "Here, less o' th' lip. Wherr's the other two? *unsure* Therr is two mair o' them, int' therr?

Andrew: "Aye, we're a five piece these days."

Boab: "Aye, ah knew that, ah knew that, ah'm oan toap o' 'hings, Andra, nae fuckin' flies oan me, mate. So wherr is... eh... don't tell me... don't tell me.... Robert?"

Andrew: "He's deid, Boab."

Boab: "Aye right enough, so he is, fuckin' Covid. Anyway, disnae really matter, the other two are fuckin' English, it disnae concern them..."

Martin: "I'm English, Bobby."

Boab: "Ur ye? Who ur you again?"

Martin: "Martin Duffy? Keyboards? I've been in the band for 30 years?"

Boab: "'zat a fact? (to Andrew) Here, whit's wi' aw these English cunts in the band, Andra? It's like we're no' even a Scottish band anymair!"

Andrew: "Well, we're not, you and me are the only Scottish members of the band and we've been based in England since the 1980s."

Boab (curtly): "Beside the point, Andra, beside the point."

Andrew: "And what exactly is the point, Boab?"

Martin: "Yeah, why have you called this band meeting, Bobby?"

Boab (ignoring Martin): "Ah've decided, we're in favour o' independence."

Andrew: "Who is?"

Boab: "We ur."

Martin: "Who's we?"

Boab: "Us."

Andrew: "Independence from who?"

Boab: "The fuckin' UK."

Martin: "Who, the band?"

Boab: "Aye, the band."

Andrew: "UK?"

Boab: "Aye, UK!"

Andrew "You mean, UK, the British progressive rock supergroup originally active from 1977 until 1980, composed of singer/bassist John Wetton (formerly of King Crimson, Roxy Music, Bryan Ferry's band and Uriah Heep), keyboardist/electric violinist Eddie Jobson (formerly of Curved Air, Roxy Music and Frank Zappa's band), guitarist Allan Holdsworth (formerly of Tempest, Soft Machine, The New Tony Williams Lifetime and Gong) and drummer Bill Bruford (formerly a full member of Yes and King Crimson, and also a tour drummer for Genesis), who was later replaced by drummer Terry Bozzio (formerly of Frank Zappa's band)?"

Boab: "Here you Innes, ya cheeky article, ah mean, oor band! The fuckin' Scream!"

Martin: "Primal Scream are independent of er ... sorry you've lost me, Bobby."

Boab: "Gie me fuckin' strength. Primal Scream, the band, oor band, is in favour o' independence fae the UK."

*silence*

Boab: "... fuckin' Scottish independence fae the UK! For fuck sake!"

Andrew: "We are?"

Boab: "Aye."

Martin: "Who is?"

Boab: "Here, let's no' stert that shite again! It's a fuckin' done deal, ah'm fuckin' announcin' it oan the fuckin' twitter the morra."

Andrew: "So why call this meeting?"

Boab (patronisingly): "Because we're a fuckin' democracy in this band, Andra, no' a fuckin' dictatorship, aw' voices must be listened tae..."

Martin: "... well, in that case I'd like to..."

Boab: "... never let it be said that ah'm no' open tae hearing the views and opinions of other, lesser, members o' the band..."

Martin: "... if I could just make a..."

Boab: "... because ma international socialist / class politics background has left me wi' an unshakeable fuckin' commitment tae fuckin' democracy in a' its forms an' if ye fuckin' dare suggest otherwise ye're oot the fuckin' band, capiche?"

Martin: "Oh, I fucking give up."

Andrew: "So what about the 'people in Liverpool who have been hammered', and in Manchester and in Southampton?"

Boab: "Listen, Andra, ah've no' goat time tae worry aboot the plight o' a bunch o' fuckin' bevvy merchants in fuckin' Manchester or wherever - when ah get hammered ah take the consequences. If ye cannae haud yer drink ye shouldnae be fuckin' oot boozin' in the first place!"

Andrew: (heavy sigh) "I thought 'Nationalism has never done it for me. It leads to fascism.' Quote."

Boab (indignant): "Now, haud oan a minute, ca'in' me a Nazi, that's bang oot 'o order, mate! Just to be clear. I am not a nationalist. I come from an international socialist / class politics background....

Andrew: "... aye, you told us."

Martin: "Can I just make an interjection at this point..."

Boab (sharply): "Naw, ye fuckin' cannae! Be fuckin' grateful ye're still in the band efter whit your lot did at Culloden and don't think ah've forgoatten 1975 either! Fuckin' Gerry fuckin' Francis! Ye might ah beat us five-wan but yer team wis fuckin' shite then and it's shite noo...an' who picks fuckin' Stewart fuckin' Kennedy in fuckin' goal instead o' David Harvey??!! But we goat oor fuckin' revenge two years later, did we no'? King Kenny stickin' the ba' through fuckin' Ray Clemence's fuckin' legs! And then fuckin' wreckin' the fuckin' goalposts at Wembley efterwards! Helloooo! Get it fuckin' up ye ya fuckin' English bastards! *sings* "... And stood against him/ Proud Edward's army/ And sent him homeward *emphatically* TAE THINK AGAIN!!!!!!""

Andrew: "Right, I think the meeting is officially over."

Martin: "Yes, see you later, Andy".

Martin signs off.

Boab: "... here Andra, afore ye go. Ye'll be sure an' let Robert know aboot this meetin'? Ah'm sorry he missed it, like."

Andrew (resigned): "Aye, Boab, later".

Boab (cheerful again): "Aye, see ye, wee man!

Andrew signs off.

Boab: *distractedly singing to himself* "There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier/ who wandered far away/ and soldiered far away...."

Every few years or so, I find the letter that was written to Smash Hits regarding Bobby Gillespie, from 1990. pic.twitter.com/0gqe2x9BYf

— siân pattenden (@sian_superman) February 24, 2021

https://www.uncut.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/bobby-gillespie-cover-1392x1044.jpg

Christmas has come early!

https://www.uncut.co.uk/news/bobby-gillespie-announces-memoir-tenement-kid-129727/

So now we know what Bobby has been up to during the lockdown.

Cover needs more burning bikes/cars and appropriately gritty urban wasteland background

Unfortunately Bobby grew up in Mount Florida, which is not very gritty.

When I finally went to East Kilbride I was shocked by how unlike an urban hellscape it really was - just another bland, slightly ugly suburb.

lmao that cover. look at those mean streets!

Glaswegians (and environs) have been pushing No Mean City narratives to credulous Englanders for years.

memoirs of a super-tenement kid

he could have at least photoshopped himself into one of them classic Raymond Depardon pics

Wee Boaby, pictured here as a bairn with his Ma

https://www.history.com/.image/ar_1:1%2Cc_fill%2Ccs_srgb%2Cfl_progressive%2Cq_auto:good%2Cw_1200/MTU3ODc4NjAxMzY1NzI2OTQz/migrant-mother_loc.jpg

Jim Kerr will be in hysterics when he sees Boab's book cover

Think the revised draft has now been issued

https://i.ibb.co/XDCd9nb/boabie.jpg

"His story, in his own words, up to the recording and release of Screamadelica." so, further parts to come then.

disappointed Tom D is not ghostwriting it tbh

Monorail are offering a signed edition if you're especially keen:

https://www.monorailmusic.com/album/675fa84b-80d8-11eb-9798-06d730498058/Tenement_Kid_%3Cb%3ESigned_By_Bobby_Gillespie%3C_b%3E.html?fbclid=IwAR3Nkbtz5IgOohMTN9A2qRyKdWxbgXqycB01U5kT1HwOA2GAGBBqWdvEXo8

So he lived in a tenement for 10 years*, I wonder where else he lived?

(*I could be a Tenement Kid AND a Tenement Adult in that case)

When I finally went to East Kilbride I was shocked by how unlike an urban hellscape it really was - just another bland, slightly ugly suburb.

― Ward Fowler, Wednesday, March 10, 2021 9:58 AM (ten hours ago) bookmarkflaglink

I flew up for work purposes back in 86 or thereabouts, the area is wo lovely, rolling hills etcet. Then again, the J&MC never struck me as urbanites..

So, I'm intrigued.

Could be great, could be awfy.

Oh go on then.

I see waterstones is doing a signed edition that isn't snobvalue

in fairness to EK if it were in america it would ba city (it's about 70,000 population iirc).

EK also has one of the (many) architectural gems of south lanarkshire: st bride's catholic church

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2021/may/08/bobby-gillespie-i-am-lead-singer-i-love-myself

* When did you last cry, and why?

When Maradona died, I cried for three days.

lots of pretty ok answers in there actually

Yeah, it wasn't as car crash as you might have expected. To be honest, I was more irritated by the absence of Alys Fowler's gardening column.

all timer URL

I heard Alys Fowler's garden was ravaged by a gang of teenage wild boys. No flowers, no shrubs, just scorched earth. The most beautiful thing I've seen since last night's evening sky. The city is alive and on fire. Long may it burn.

There was a spate of wheely bin burning near where Alys Fowler lives so you're not far off there.

Here is some early evidence that despite Boaby's eloquence in bullshit, his mate Alan is the master.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-XQH1JiRreg

Great video!

"they're basically uncreative fools and I despise them" HARD CUT TO Primal Scream limp Byrds pastiche

lol I thought you were kidding but the musical clips were really that

love how the tambourine man looks like he’s dressed to offer you a cut of unseasoned beef at the end of a catered buffet dinner

> When Maradona died, I cried for three days.

i read that as Madonna. it took me until the next morning to remember that madonna hasn't died.

I only watched McGee into jangling but that’s basically the direct inspiration for the Fast Show’s “Indie Club” sketch, isn’t it.

Bold stuff, having a pop at Simon Le Bon in 1987!

Guess he didn't like Notorious

In contrast, Bobby is such a meek little soul in this video.

i feel let down that tom d refers above to 'bobby' as 'bobby' because entirely due to his posting on ilx whenever i see primal scream or mr gillespie mentioned i always think 'boaby'

Bobby had yet to blossom into Boaby.