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Book Review: Boom Boom Baby
This is the best book I have read in 2006! It is also the
only book I have reviewed this year, so the preceding claim is irrefutable.
However, this book, Boom Boom Baby is one of the funniest and most incisive
books you will read on East-West relationships. It is also a great book to send
overseas, unless their names are Ethel, Florrie, Brian, or Bert.
The principal characters are Brian, a 50 year old, who lives
in England with his mother called Florrie. Florrie has a sister called Ethel
(married to Bert) who has emigrated to Australia. And Boom is the bar girl.
Superficially, the plot involves Brian falling madly in love
with Boom, bringing her back to the UK which she finds cold and wet, so she
returns to Thailand. Brian returns to Thailand to find this girl of his dreams,
but gets led astray and ends up living on a houseboat on the Mekong under an
assumed name. Bert is sent to Thailand to find Brian, but finds himself instead
and leaves Australia to retire here. Boom, meantime returns to the UK to live
with Florrie. A simple plot line, literally (literary?) done to death, so why
does this book stand out?
The beauty of Boom Boom Baby, published by the Writer’s
Club in Chiang Mai, and written by Bob Andrews is that the author has taken a
totally original way to look at the common or garden subject. Instead of the
usual ‘woe is me’ diatribe, or others pretending to be an in depth expose
of the life of the average bar girl, Andrews reveals the tale in a most
humorous manner by presenting the story as a series of postcards and letters
between Brian, Boom, Ethel and Florrie. His presentation also highlights the
appalling standard of education possessed by the Ethels, Brians and Florries,
living in their ghettos in the UK. And the results of years of inbreeding and
what it can do to intelligence!
The initial offerings include Brian’s prophetic postcard
(or should that have been ‘pathetic’?) where he writes to his mother “I
shan’t be home this week as planned. I like it hear so much I went to the
visa office and got an extenshion. I can stay for another month.” Of course
we all know with whom he spent the month.
This news prompts Florrie to write to Ethel, “Marjorie
next door says Thailand has terrible crime and drugs problems, and half the
people has AIDS.”
After his month Brian returns to the UK, writing to Boom,
who replies (via an interpreter) “You too I love. With all my heart and
liver. You are my live.”
At only B. 200, this book is a gem. It is more of an expose
of working class UK than it is of the bar girl culture. I have re-read this
book three times, and each reading of it provides even more laughs than before.
You can contact the Writer’s Club in Chiang Mai on 01 928 2066. The typo on
the cover I believe is unintentional, unless Florrie did the proof reading!
Mott's CD Reviews: Henry Cow
Mott the Dog
In the quest to give the full Canterbury Sound era of
Progressive Rock a fair hearing, I have acquired several albums to see what
this Musical Culture had to offer, mainly on the basis of the wonderful first
five albums that Caravan released between 1968 and 1973, most noticeably “In
The Land Of The Grey And Pink” in 1971 and the wonderfully titled “For
Girls Who Grow Plump In The Night” in 1973, but more of these wonderful
albums on another week.
The Canterbury sound was mostly based around a band calling
themselves “The Wilde Flowers’’ who were formed in 1963, with an original
line up of Kevin Ayers, Brian and Hugh Hopper, and Robert Wyatt. Only Brian
Hopper survived the full journey until they disbanded, but as each flower
dropped off they went off to form their own band.
Richard Sinclair left to later be in “Caravan”,
“Hatfield and the North” and “Camel” before an illustrious solo career.
Kevin Ayers was a founder member of Soft Machine before
leaving after just one album, having toured the world and neighbouring planets
with the likes of Pink Floyd and Jimi Hendrix on one package tour (fifteen
minutes each on stage four times a day) before starting his own band, which
gave starts to various lead guitarists giving their career it’s initial kick
start. Kevin Ayers was probably Progressive Rock’s answer to John Mayall in
the world of Blues, where Mike Oldfield went on to international success,
replacement guitarist Steve Hillage left to form Gong and go and live on the
planet Teapot, whilst his replacement Andy Summers did rather well in the
Police after his time with the band. Ollie Halsall also did rather well for
himself after doing his time with Kevin Ayers.
During this time Kevin Ayers also put out some extremely
good solo albums, the best of which is probably “The Confessions Of Dr
Dream” (1974). I will admit he did also turn out some dross as well, but for
the moment lets be nice.
Hugh Hopper was also to join Soft Machine, replacing Kevin
Ayers. Robert Wyatt, after being unceremoniously fired from Soft Machine, bit
of a bitter pill to swallow that as he had been a founder member, but he went
on to form the band Matching Mole (sneaky dig at his old comrades as the French
for Soft Machine is Machine Moule), and then onto a highly successful solo
career, and to this day he is probably the most commercially successful of all
the musicians who immerged from the Canterbury scene. This despite the fact
that Robert Wyatt was paralysed and confined to a wheelchair after a fall in
1974, but you can never keep a good man down.
Canterbury, Kent, and it’s surrounding area was a positive
melting pot for music
in the early Seventies with bands jumping up to have their name associated with
the movement. You only had to have an aunt who had been once to go and wander
the gardens of the illustrious Canterbury Cathedral, and you became part of the
scene. Amongst those not already mentioned were “Khan”, “Egg”,
“National Health”, “Just Us”, “Delivery”, “Quiet Sun” (who
numbered a certain Phil Manzanera who went onto fame and fortune in Roxy Music)
and “Henry Cow”.
The Canterbury sound by definition was a fusion of all
influences and blending them all together, sometimes it worked beautifully,
sometimes it really didn’t, but because it was all supposed to be a bit on
the avant-garde side, you could produce some absolute rubbish and because
everybody was too afraid to stand up and tell you it was bad, they never did.
Some people actually went out and bought the albums, taking
them home and playing them, at which point the dog would have probably packed
his Winalot in a bag and moved to a new neigh-bourhood, and your flatmate or
parents would hate it, making you even more determined to stick by your new
It is not as if the chaps from Henry Cow tried to hide their
intent. Trying to explain the racket that comes out of the speakers when you
subject your ears to this nonsense, one of the members of the ensemble (who
with obvious reason wishes to remain anonymous) has written on the inside
sleeve notes of this album:
“After working on our pre-composed material (Tracks 1-4)
we started recording studio improvisations onto multi-track tape. This involved
the use of ambient as well as close miking, so that the whole recording area
became to a certain extent, a unified acoustic space in which people could move
around during takes. But we also had separate channels wherever possible, to
maximize the possibilities for changing things afterwards. These multi-track
recordings then became raw material to be twisted about, using such process as
over-dubbing written parts, editing, looping and mixing down before
superimposing other material, often with the tape running at different speeds.
This was a new experience for everybody (Mott: I bet it was). Because we
weren’t working to a plan, it involved collective decision making. This is
why Phil Becque the producer gave up and left us to it, and why Henry Cow is
credited as mixing engineer for tracks 5-8.’’
What a load of old gobbledygook. They just had not got a
clue what they were doing. You can fool some of the people some of the time,
but nowhere near enough people any of the time for this lot to make a buck to
live on this noise. Showing a remarkable lack of any imagination, both of the
first two albums had a painting of a sock on the front cover - nothing else,
just a woolly sock. Remarkably they went on to record four albums over their
ten year lifespan. This, their first album, should have been re-titled upon its
CD release as Henry Cow, End.
I am going to take the CD off the player now and go and look
for the Dog.
The Culprits in Henry Cow
Geoff Leigh: Saxes, flute, Clarinet,
Recorder, and Voice
Tim Hodgkinson: Organ, Piano, Alto Sax, Clarinet, and Voice
John Greaves: Bass, Piano, Whistle and Voice
Fred Frith: Guitars, Violin, Viola, Piano, and Voice
Chris Cutler: Drums, Toys, Piano, Whistle and Voice
Nirvana For Mice
Extract from “With The Yellow Half-Moon and Blue Star”
The Tenth Chaffinch
Nine Funerals Of The Citizen King
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