It’s the month of May in the city of Paris and Lou Reed is singing White Christmas. It’s as good an impression of the high-pitched vocal dramatics of Clyde Mc Phatter as you’re likely to hear and suddenly we’re laughing – in both senses of the word. Turns out the man with the fearsome reputation is as nice as ninepence and we’re getting along just fine. Such are the stories about Lou Reed interviews that I’d been having worrying premonitions of silence, a stand up row and an empty tape. But then, you shouldn’t believe everything you hear about a celebrity – especially a walking urban myth like Lou Reed. Everything’s cool. We’re talking about music and the music he fell in love with.
Where to start with Dr. Simone? According to legend she’s the hardest of tickets, the toughest of cookies and quite the most difficult interviewee on this or any other planet. And so, when word comes that ‘the Doctor will see me now’, I cautiously enter her suite armed only with the smallest of offerings – a CD of the American poet Langston Hughes with whom she collaborated on “Backlash Blues.”
BB King tells John Kelly about a career that started out when the blues was pure black heart of the Delta and there was at least one exceptional country blues musician in the King family. Inspired by church and radio, King took to playing guitar and singing and soon his ambition went well beyond that of driving the tractor around the plantation.
He decided early that he wanted to be a musician and began to feel his way into a career that has lasted for more than 50 years. His influence has been incalculable and now, at almost 73, nobody disputes his title as the King of the Blues.
First published in The Irish Times, 01 August 1998.
East Belfast is a territory well covered in the songs of Van Morrison. He constantly invokes its spirit and clearly glories in the names of its places, successfully elevating them well beyond their image of coal-brick and church-hall - the Castlereagh Road, Cyprus Avenue, North Road, Abetta Parade and Orangefield. With the naming of names, Morrison reclaims his own place and replaces it where he remembers it - in the imagination and in the heart. His are the days before rock n' roll and, significantly, the days before Belfast tumbled so violently out of the sixties and into the seventies. Van Morrison's East Belfast is a place of swishing radio signals late on hot summer nights, the windows open and distant sounds echoing across Beechy River.