I've been following Mr Childish since his days in Thee Mighty Caesars. I find him a very fascinating character. He comes across in his music as a very pissed off individual ... and thats entertaining to listen to, no!
That girls locked in my mind like a rusty hook ... yeah, I hear ya Billy.
As close to a hero as I'll ever have.
I still need around ten of his releases, which isn't too bad considering he's released 100's...
The Headcoats show at the first Wild Weekend festival back in '98 (?) is one of the most exciting experiences I've ever had.
I´m also a big fan. Stopped collecting his records years ago but still enjoy spinning the punkier stuff. The concert at last Train in Oslo a few years ago was perhaps the most intense and cool concert I´ve ever been to.
I found his books a hard read for some reason but then again I like under 2 minute 45's so my attention span is very short.
Those poems though just strike a such a honest and brutal chord. Here is one I just stumbled into. (i'd like a crying smilie for this). Remember Billy likes his poetry as he writes it dyslexic so it takes a little deciphering.
a terrible thing
when keerah was 22 she found that she was 12 weeks pregnant she looked at me with fear in her eyes - what shall I do? - She asked me - - its up to you I said - ile support you in whatever dessision you make
I looked out of the garden window i thought I was being so holy so decent so understanding but I didn't stop to look inside and to treat her with enough respect to make the demands of what I wanted
i was to bissy being (understanding?) in truth I was too young too drunk and too tied into my own dream of hell to know my own heart
i failed myself i failed keerah and I faild our unborn child who I kiss now with this poem
I have recently started to concentrate on collecting his releases, LP only for now.
Ive dropped a few hints for Christmas presents that i want more LPS but would also like a couple of his books.
Hes about the only new/non 60s artist i really like and admire. A true living legend.