Rob Russell Davies: My World 2010 #3 - July 22, 2010
Rob Russell Davies: My World #3 2010
WELCOME AND NEWS
Hi everyone and welcome to another instalment of My World. As UK friends know, the weather's played ball for the last few weeks with some good hot summer weather. Then, as always, the MET office got excited, predicting heat waves etc and, of course, we've immediately returned to showers, grey skies and that sort of not-quite-sure-what-to-wear weather we're quite used to over here. But overall it's been the best summer so far in a few years, and work-wise has not been too bad either.
July and August are quite busy for my solo shows with a few Duelling Pianos gigs filling in the gaps. Below are some upcoming gigs local or near to Leeds. Please pop in and say hi if you can.
Duelling Pianos: Fri. 23 July - Barrow WMC, George Street,Worsbro Bridge, Barnsley, S70 5EX
Rob Solo: Sat. 31 July - Belgrade Social, Claremount Road, Claremount, Halifax HW3 6AW
Duelling Pianos: Fri 6 Aug - Royston Midland WMC, 35 Alfred Street, Royston, Barnsley, S71 4DP
Rob Solo: Sat. 7 Aug. - Queenswood Social, 77 Queenswood Drive, Leeds, LS6 3HT
Rob Solo: Sun. 8 Aug. (Afternoon) - Belle Isle WMC, Belle Isle Road, Leeds, LS10 3PE
Rob Solo: Sun. Evening 8 Aug. (Evening) - Bramley Social Club, Moorside House, Broad Lane, Leeds, LS132HF
Rob Solo: Sat. 14 Aug. (Afternoon from 2pm) - Pellon Social Club, Moor End Road, Halifax, HX2 0HF
Rob Solo: Fri 20 Aug - Hove Edge Bowling and WMC, Halifax Road, Brighouse, HD6 2QJ
News from Tipperary is that the 2010 Peace Festival took place in June this year rather than the usual last week in April. The late Senator Edward Kennedy and his sister Ambassador Jean Kennedy Smith were the recipients of the peace prize with the award being received by Jean and Victoria Kennedy (Ted's wife). Due to previous commitments, they couldn't get to Ireland in April, and hence it was agreed to move the festival to mid-June.
The late Senator Ted Kennedy with his sister Jean Kennedy Smith.
The winner of the song of peace award this year was Dave Murphy from Cork / Ireland with his song 'Love Is All We Need'. To see Dave perform the song live at the competition, please check out this YouTube link:
Dave Murphy - Love Is All We Need on YouTube
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(Typing in 'Tipperary Song of Peace' in the 'find' section will also find at least one other video from this year's song contest)
There's more info and pictures of this year's contest on the MySpace page:
Tipperary Song of Peace on MySpace
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A WORLD CUP DEBRIEFING
Well, so far it's been quite a festival of sport for us armchair enthusiasts here in the UK. We've stopped talking about the football ... just too disappointing to mention. Andy Murray was doing well until he met a rather fired-up Nadal in the semi's and things are still going well in F1 for the British lads. The big one as I write is the Open Golf with it's unbelievable result... just as you think the South Africans have done their bit organising a successful Football World Cup - along comes a new Golf champion in Louis Oosthuizen who goes and blows the world's best away!
I thought that the World Cup was a big success for the South African organisers. There were a few transport hiccups, including a bit of a mess getting fans back to their hotels at the opening game, and a slightly bigger mess at the new Durban airport for the semi-final. (Not enough parking space? - maybe they should install meters!) But on the plus side the stadia looked great with capacity to near-capacity crowds and there seemed to be no trouble between the fans with an almost party-like atmosphere at most of the matches. Many people commented on the friendly and helpful welcome they received from the SA people, the weather was generally kind, and most importantly... the beer never ran out!

Hopefully most fans didn't come across signs like these!
... or roads like this one!
If anything, this World Cup might be remembered for some rather dull games, a poor standard of play from some of the teams, the early exits from some of the favourites like Italy and England, some grumpy Frenchmen as well as the usual diving and play acting from some of the world's most famous players. You can almost blow some of these guys off their feet, roll them over 6 or 7 times and have them writhing on the ground in agony! But you can't blame the organisers for that!
The vuvuzelas drove a few armchair fans to near distraction and at one stage the BBC was even offering an alternate audio to the games with their attempt to filter out this 'swarm of bees'. One overseas newscaster was sent home after he reported that some of the fans had been spotted blowing a zulufella. (Only kidding, and thanks for that one Georg!). I even saw a schoolgirl here in Leeds, blowing one on her way home the other day! (A vuvuzela of course... and yes, I have already put in a letter of complaint to her head teacher).

Japanese fans having a go at the Vuvuzela!
Fifa boss Sepp Blatter gave South Africa 9 out of 10 for their running of the tournament. Thanks for that, and in return I'd like to offer him 1 out of 10 for his refusal to use technology in football. Surely it's time to start having video playbacks on goal line decisions, debatable penalties, diving and some red card decisions. I'd also love to see the Rugby idea of 'citing' players. Referees could then re-look at incidents after the game. It might stop some of the blatant cheating which I personally feel is starting to ruin this great game.

Video replays could help with goal line decisions, or failing that, we could just redraw the lines.
It's a shame that home team South Africa didn't get past the first round, but other than a bit of a poor game against Uruguay, I didn't think they did too bad. At least they helped a spoilt brat French side onto an early plane home. Most fans this side of the pond were dismayed at the England's showing, but in true British fashion, it's led to some cracking jokes:
The England team went to visit an orphanage in South Africa this morning:
"It is so good to put a smile on the faces of people with no hope, constant struggling and facing the impossible" ...said Sipho Umboto aged 6.
Oxo are introducing a new white Oxo cube with a red cross in support of the England team. It's called the Laughing Stock.
What do you call an Englishman in the knockout stages of the World Cup? A referee.
Fabio Capello was wheeling his shopping trolley across the supermarket car park when he noticed an old lady struggling with her shopping bags. He stopped and asked,
"Can you manage dear?"
To which the old lady replied,
"Sod off. You got yourself into this mess, now don't ask me to sort it out!"
Osama Bin laden has just appeared in a new T.V. message proving he is still alive. He said,
'The English football team were s*** again'.
British Intelligence have dismissed it, saying it could have been recorded at any time in the last 44 years.
So what actually went wrong for England at this world cup? Well, in a nutshell, I think it was all down to the language barrier. After all, Fabio is very Italian and his English isn't great! This, of course, is born out but most of Fabio's press interviews, where he usually manages to state the bleeding obvious in a rather convoluted way. So, with my tongue stuck firmly in my cheek, and with the help of some old and new jokes, here's a press interview I dreamed up which might have happened just after the Germany match:
Interviewer:
Fabio, did you believe you could win today?
Fabio:
If I didn't believe we could win, there would be no point in getting out of bed at the end of the day!
Interviewer:
Was it a hard match for the team?
Fabio:
Yes, Germany are a very difficult team to play... and at times, it felt like they had 11 international Players out there."
Interviewer:
Overall, were you happy with the match?
Fabio:
I'm as happy as I can be... although I have been happier.
Interviewer:
Did you think the team played to the best of their ability today?
Fabio:
I thought the team were top-class although the outfield players were well below par. The goalkeeper also struggled a few times to keep the ball out of the net.
Interviewer:
Did you feel that the disallowed goal affected the teams performance?
Fabio:
The score should have been 2 - 2 at half time, but the fact that Germany went on to score 2 more goals certainly affected the outcome.
Interviewer:
Will you now leave the job Fabio.
Fabio:
No I'm here for the rest of my life, and hopefully some time after that as well!
Interviewer:
Do you see a future for this current crop of English players?
Fabio:
Yes, I can definitely see the carrot at the end of the tunnel.
With the World Cup final between Spain and Holland in mind, how about this one a friend of mine posted on Facebook the other day:
'I went to a plush restaurant with a lovely girl and at the end of the meal she asked if I wanted to go Dutch. Bemused by the vagaries of women I raked my studs down her chest, kicked her legs out from behind her, harangued the maitre d' before bursting into tears and leaving.'

Football, Karate, Kick Boxing... it all adds to the excitment!
CLUB TOMORROW
I got a call from Brisbane, Australia yesterday from friend and WIZARD guitarist Paul Clifford. We caught up with the news, chatted about the old times and no less than an hour and a half later finally said our goodbyes, leaving me with a head full of 70s and 80s memories. Today I woke up with an idea... why not write a few lines about some of the old clubs we used to work in. The one that sprung to mind this morning was one I worked at twice, with 2 different bands in the mid 70s.
In terms of size, the biggest venue that FLAGSHIP and WIZARD ever worked in must have been Club Tomorrow in Salisbury, Rhodesia. It was easily capable of holding over 1000 people, and if my memory serves me correctly, at times even reached 1200. Of course, the city of Salisbury is now Harare, and Rhodesia is Zimbabwe. Situated right in the middle of town, you went down a few stairs and were soon lost in a massive area well equipped with a decent sized stage, large dance floor, plush red carpets, hundreds of tables and chairs, a private bar, waiter service and a well organised kitchen area.
The club was well-know for it's food, and during weekdays many local businessmen popped in to sample the big and varied menu. The owner at the time, Arthur Lubbe generously allowed the resident bands to have anything free off that menu and we used to particularly love the steak rolls... you really did get a huge steak in an even bigger roll!
When you look at how a certain Mr. Mugabe has destroyed the Zimbabwean Dollar, it's amazing to think that I used to spend about 10 Rhodesian dollars a night on beer and even had change for one of those famous 3 wheel taxis home to the (in)famous band house. Yes, a five bedroom house was provided for the band, and let's put it this way... perhaps it's a good thing that those walls couldn't speak!
The New Zim Dollar!
"OK just about enough for a loaf of bread here... better start saving for the milk!"
Back then, the bands were paid in Rhodesian dollars, but half our salary could be converted into Rands and sent home to South Africa. At the time, the Ian Smith government allowed night-clubs a yearly allowance of Rands - which, of course, helped ensure that SA bands still crossed the border. In my case, I had bought most of my keyboards on HP and was sending the money home to my folks to pay them off. Of course, if you spent all your money in Rhodesian Dollars you wouldn't have any Rands left to send back to good 'ol SA. Club owner, Mr. Lubbe, knew that and if he could induce us to overspend in Salisbury it was a bonus for him, as he then got to keep that Rand allowance for himself!
I used to love going into his office and asking for a sub. With a great big smile on his face, we would then play this game where he literally threw Rhodesian dollars at me, sometimes even offering more than my month's wage! I can, however, report that I never weakened, and always got my half salary back to South Africa in Rands... I really had no choice, not wanting to saddle my parents with my keyboard bills! Our drummer in WIZARD, Norman, wasn't always as resilient and often left the office with his hands stuffed with dollars and a resigned grin, shortly followed by Mr. Lubbe sporting a triumphant look on his face!
Unlike some of the club owners we worked for in those years, Mr. Lubbe was a good employer, always treating us with fairness, respect and good humour. And we certainly tested his patience a few times. I remember propping our well inebriated and only semiconscious bass player up against his amp one evening after he'd been out on the 'sauce' the whole day, and simply hoping that Mr. Lubbe wouldn't notice. He did, and severe words were spoken the next day!
The mid 70s were a strange time to be in a city like Salisbury. Playing to a club heaving with over 1000 people most nights, lot's of beautiful girls, cheap beer and an almost cult following made you almost forget that there was a war going on out there. Now and again we would get a sharp reminder, when a note would be handed to the stage directing soldiers to report immediately to their regiments / barracks. When these 'orders' were handed over, we could end the song we were playing but then had to read it out before starting the next number. Next, we'd watch as scores of young guys headed for the exits, always wondering when, or if, we'd see them again. Many a time I'd bump into some guy and say something like...
'Haven't seen you for a while. What'cha been up to'.
The simple answer was usually along the lines of,
'I've been away'... and you quickly learnt to accept this explanation without further comment.
During one of our very popular Saturday afternoon sessions, we were suddenly stopped mid-song and told to immediately evacuate the building. At first, the word was that there was a bomb in the club - a threat that everyone took seriously as there had been a recent and deadly explosion in a large chain store just down the road. It eventually turned out, however, that a suspect package had been found in a post-box just across the road.
So, for over an hour 1000 plus revellers stood on the Salisbury pavements waiting for the experts to take care of the situation, and hoping to get back in the club to continue with their drinking and dancing. Looking down the road, I eventually located the offending post-box, and to my horror realised that my little mini was parked right next to it. I approached an oldish guy in a kind of 'semi-uniform' carrying an even older looking rifle and asked him if there was any chance of moving my car... or... (better idea maybe), having someone move it for me. But I think he'd seen far too many 'Dad's Army' sitcoms and basically swore at me while pointing the relic gun in a threatening manner.
It all worked out OK in the end. The post-box was blown up in a controlled explosion, without us ever finding out if there was in fact a bomb in it. The punters returned to their dancing and drinking and my little car escaped any further injury. If I'd have know the problems that bloody car would give me in future years, I think I would have parked a little closer to that post-box... if not in it! (I could write a book about that *#*!#%* car!)
Another Postal Stike?
Looking back, it's quite ironic that in a white dominated pre-independence nightclub, the most popular song we ever performed was Wild Cherry's 'Play That Funky Music' with it's famous lyric:
'Play that funky music white boy, play that funky music right'.
This was during my first stint at Club Tomorrow with FLAGSHIP, a band that went on to break all club records at the time with a repetoire mainly Black American in style. Think Tavares, Earth, Wind and Fire, Lou Rawls, the O'Jays and Stevie Wonder for starters.
When we played 'Funky Music' we used to have a little game we liked to play. We'd start the number at the beginning of the set when the dance floor was clear, close our eyes, count to 30 and then open them. Then you had to guess the number of people already dancing. This was a virtually impossible task as the area in front of the stage would soon be tightly packed with gyrating bodies, and was further complicated by the fact that some were forced to dance on the carpets, around the tables and chairs with a few even hidden behind the pillars.
On Stage at 'Clubbies'
FLAGSHIP managed to record a version of 'Play That Funky Music' in a local studio, and the idea was to release a single with 'Funky Music' on the B side and our cover of 'Heaven Must Be Missing An Angel' on the A side. Then to our bemusement we found out that Rhodesian radio stations had banned 'Heaven'. Why? Well, we were told that the words were blasphemous...
'Heaven must be missin' an angel,
Missin' one angel child,
'Cause you're here with me right now'
I mean, come on... how silly can you get!
So we flipped the order around making 'Funky Music' the A-side and were back in South Africa before the single was mixed and mastered. Eventually we got sent a copy of the final product which was... well... simply awful. Very disappointing. Someone at the studio must have felt that the band was 'too tight' and destroyed the heart and soul of the recording with liberal lashings of reverb that any karaoke singer would be proud of. I couldn't tell you if the record went on to make any sort of dent on the local charts - we lost interest after that.

Flagship at Club Tomorrow.
Front: (L to R) Gary Ellis, Richard Pickett, Maurice Fry and Rob (Russell) Davies.
Back: Jason the doorman, Arthur Lubbe and the resident barman.
WIZARD was more of a chart orientated band with touches of cabaret and comedy during our Club Tomorrow days. I still hear songs like The Real Thing's 'You To Me Are Everything' and Fleetwood Mac's 'Don't Stop' and think back to that time. I remember spending a long rehearsal learning and polishing 'Don't Stop' one morning, only for me to launch into the piano introduction that night in the wrong key! That caused one of Wizard's best 'new number cockups' ever, especially when half the band followed me in my chosen key, and the other half opted for the original key! (Our best cockup of all time, however, must be the first attempt at the theme from 'Star Wars,' as presented to an unsuspecting audience at Marjories in Bulawayo - maybe one for a future newsletter).
Not a great pic I know! The Wizard line-up at Clubbies. Actually taken a few months after at Ports O' Call in Durban.
Back: Paul Clifford, Norman Donald and Glen Ashford
Front: Rob Milne and Rob Davies
It's very difficult to sum up the 6 months of my life spent working at Club Tomorrow. Keep in mind that I was just a 17/18 year old lunatic playing in my first professional bands away from the safety of my folks home in Durban / South Africa. A few other memories spring to mind, all of them slightly dulled by Rhodesian beer, an unreliable memory and the passing years:
Walking into the club for the first time as showband WOLF were doing their final night, and realising that there were only women sitting at the 6 or so tables to the left of the stage.
Having my 18th birthday party in the band house in Salisbury. FLAGSHIP drummer Richard Pickett and guitarist Maurice Fry advised me to invite only women... the theory being that if you invite say 30 women, you'd probably get at least 20 guys tagging along. So we got... at least 30 women (probably more) and one other guy... an American friend and musician who just happened to be staying with us in the house. Interesting.
Having to take huge supplies of drum sticks, guitar strings and all the little bits and pieces that were very hard to find in Rhodesia. Of course, these days everything's hard to find!
Seeming to be the only guys in the whole of Salisbury with long hair. There was a South African rock band playing down the road displaying some 70s hair... but just about all of the remaining male population were in the forces! Made us easy to spot walking down the road!
That *&#**!* mini breaking down in the military convey on our way back to South Africa, just a few miles from the Rhodesian border with Mozambique. 'Don't worry' said the military escort as 2 soldiers crawled warily into the bush and one manned the huge machine gun on the back of the jeep while radioing through to base for backup. Me ducking down low in the passenger seat and staring nervously into the bush while my mechanically minded dad calmly sorted things out under the car's bonnet!
If anyone comes across these Club Tomorrow anecdotes, or remembers 'Clubbies' from the 70s, and has a story to tell, please drop me a line with your memories - the website email address is below.
LAST BITS
I received an e-mail from a friend the other day claiming to be about a recent art contest for paper statue entries run by the Hirshorn Modern Art Gallery in Washington DC. The rule, apparently, was that every artist could use only one sheet of paper to make a sculpture. But having a look at the gallery's website, I couldn't find anything about this competition and started smelling a rat.
With a little further research I soon discovered that the paper sculptures in fact belonged to Danish artist Peter Callesen. I can't for the life of me work out why some people want to start e-mails crediting the wrong people and institutions for a talented individuals work. (You may remember when I featured the 'Incredible Music Machine' in an earlier newsletter). Here are some of Peter Callesen's sculptures and I urge you to have a look at his website to check out his rather special art.
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These paper sculptures are all done with a piece of A4 paper.
Well that's it for this newsletter. I hope you enjoyed reading it, and look forward to chatting again soon.
Bye for now,
Rob.
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