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Attila the Stockbroker Diary: September 21, 2024

The only living boy in Clacton gathers all the news he needs from the weather report, recalls a sad broadcast and takes it to the Macleaners

Only one way to start my column this week.
 
LABOUR CONFERENCE SHIPPING FORECAST 2024
 
Smooth,
becoming variable,
veering slowly,
losing identity.
 
Fair Isle, Thames –
moderate or good.
 
Humber, Tyne, Forth –
very poor
becoming cyclonic.
 
Rockall – fuck all. 
 
Fastnet, 
veering left,
imminent. 
 
Sole
Forties
Dogger.
 
And now I’m going all-in on other people’s music: first a great new album and then a celebration of my childhood inspiration.  

Let’s start with a gloriously progressive vision of England. Lilli Bolero, the latest recording by Martin Newell and his band Cleaners from Venus, is a work of low-fi genius, up there with the all time definitive classic They Could Have Been Bigger Than The Beatles by the TV Personalities, and that is high praise indeed.

It is the very essence of positive Englishness — yes, such a thing does exist, although it is often obscured by bollocks — and is a huge steaming streaming hit, which will worry Martin, a legendarily private person, and also make him very happy. 

I heard some of these songs at the recent anti-Farage gig Martin and I did in The Odious One’s constituency, and every single second of this album is the antithesis of Farage’s loathsome vision for our country, without being “obviously political” in any way.

Indeed, the title track is a reference to an anti-Irish flag-shagging anthem set to a Purcell tune during the Protestant rebellion of 1688 which brought William of Orange to the throne. 

The Critic Alights At Holborn is a beautiful evisceration of the profession of English music journalist, or critic in general, in the 1980s (I know, I was one) and the whole album is full of conkers, horses, graveyards and songs about the weather. If you’re fed up with Ingerland, Martin brings you England. Balm for the soul. And especially brilliant because Martin’s from Essex. 

Well done my old mate. Listen on Bandcamp.

Marc Bolan was my first and greatest inspiration, and this time of year always brings back sad memories for me. I found his words and music at a very difficult time in my life and it was the date below which was “the day the music died” for me, rather than the February 3 plane crash in 1959 which took Buddy Holly, Richie Havens and the Big Bopper, and inspired Don McLean.  

So I guess this is my American Pie. 
 
SEPTEMBER 16 1977
 
Par Beach, Cornwall, 6am
Or thereabouts, in perfect weather.
I always took my radio –
Fishing and music went together.
I switched it on and you were there.
Your voice which was my microphone.
Your words so weird and wonderful 
Which spurred me on to write my own.
 
Without a break, another song
And then two more. I’m dancing now –
In fishing gear, at 6am.
A smile so wide, remembering how
I’d heard King Of The Rumbling Spires 
Aged just eleven. “That’s for me!”
Hippy at first, then glam, then punk –
I’d travelled with you, seamlessly.
 
And then the DJ’s voice cut in –
In sombre tones, said you’d just died.
I’m not a bit ashamed to say 
There on that beach I sat and cried. 
I’d never met you, we weren’t friends.
I was surprised at what I did.
I wasn’t nineteen any more:
I was an angry little kid.
 
A clever child, a dying dad,
A proud headmaster’s ill-thought scheme.
A scholarship which wrecked my world 
But was my father’s final dream.
You took a sad and lost young boy
And in his head you lit a spark 
Which set me on my path for life.
You still inspire me. Thank you, Marc.
 
I’m writing this just before setting off for three dates in Stroud, Newport and at Morecambe Poetry Festival and then have a bit of time off before the 30th anniversary celebrations for my early music punk band Barnstormer begin in October. Cheers folks!

For further info please visit www.facebook.com/attilathestockbroker and/or attilathestockbroker.bandcamp.com/merch.

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