Ten years ago today I woke earlier than usual with a tight knot in my stomach. I knew that what was about to occur was something that I wanted to happen, and so I had not even considered that I would be so scared on the morning of the day in which it would come to pass. Chainsmoking I went downstairs. There was half a canister of helium there left over from various bits of balloon inflating that had been carried out the previous day, and various CFZ luminaries were twatting about breathing it in and talking in resultant squeaky voices.
This was more than I could deal with, so grabbing a cup of coffee liberally dosed with milk from the Kentucky cow I went out into the garden to try and get my head together. Then, finishing my coffee and yet another cigarette, I went next door to see Marjorie Braund - a lady whom I had known since I was eleven, and who had filled the role of surrogate mother for much of that time. She talked parentally to me. Both my parents had died earlier in the decade (Marjorie was to die two years later) and so I was grateful for her kindness and love. Though, to be honest, I would probably have done exactly the same thing even if they had still been alive.
I went back up to the house just in time for a notorious rock and roll dope dealer to the stars to arrive brandishing a gift for us. In his wake came my brother.
My brother is a vicar, as you probably are aware, and he had two important duties to carry out that day. I went into the office, opened the safe and got out a box about the area of a carton of two hundred Benson and Hedges, but squatter and not as long. It was surprisingly heavy. I carried it gently out to my car. It contained my Father's ashes. I won't go into details, but we reverently poured them into a stream through which it would eventually flow into the sea that he loved so well.
We drove back to the house to find it full of a wide variety of people. Musicians, Criminals, Politicians, Artists, Cryptozoologists, UFO hunters and others. They were all talking at once. So my Brother and I walked up to the church. He went inside to do vicary things, and I sat on the wooden bench where I was eventually joined by my Dad's best friend Royston Johns (who also died a few years ago). We talked for a while, and then the church bells began to peal. "I hope you'm ready biye" said Royston, patting me on the back.
I wasn't. But muttering a brief but sincere prayer, I got up and walked steadfastly into the church, and as I faced the High Altar I crossed myself.
By the time I came out of the church forty five minutes or so later, Corinna and I were married!
The last ten years have sped by, and all sorts of things have happened. And the only thing I regret about that day is that Corinna didn't let me have All you Need is Love played as part of the ceremony. Thank you for marrying me my dear. Thank you for giving me stepdaughters and granddaughters, and thank you for keeping me safe and relatively sound. I love You.
But now, here is the news:
THE GONZO TRACK OF THE DAY: Corky Laing plays Mou...
Frank Zappa on American culture
The Don Falcone interview with Terry Hawke
John Lennon Wife - Cynthia Lennon EXCLUSIVE 30 Min...
THOM THE WORLD POET: The Daily Poem
THE YO HO HO AND A BUCKET OF PROG ISSUE
n which Jon interviews Stu Nicholson from Galahad, Richard goes to the New Forest folk festival, and sees Ric Sanders, Show of Hands and the Acoustic Strawbs, we ask whether modern music is rubbish, Alan ties Jon to a Listening Post, and all with a Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of Prog.
Yup, and it’s all free!
And there are radio shows from Mack Maloney, Strange Fruit, Canterbury Sans Frontieres, and Friday Night Progressive. We also have columns from all sorts of folk including Roy Weard, C J Stone, Mr Biffo, Neil Nixon and the irrepressible Corinna. There is also a collection of more news, reviews, views, interviews and numbats with the right to choose (OK, nothing to do with small marsupials who have become eligible to vote, but I got carried away with things that rhymed with OOOOS) than you can shake a stick at. And the best part is IT's ABSOLUTELY FREE!!!
This issue features:
Morrissey, Rolling Stones, Ringo Starr, Paul McCartney, Michael Jackson, Nile Rodgers, Chic, Brian May, Strange Fruit, Friday Night Progressive, Canterbury Sans Frontieres, Mack Maloney's Mystery Hour, Tamara Grigoryevna Miansarova, Raymond Chikapa Enock Phiri, Joseph Fire Crow, Luigi Ferdinando Tagliavini, Melvyn "Deacon" Jones, Fresh Kid Ice, Egil Kapstad, Nelsan Ellis, Mary Hopkin, Ashton Gardner and Dyke, Stu Nicholson, Galahad, Alan Dearling, Crass, Scott Walker, Cockney Rebel, Captain Beefheart, John Lennon, Yoko Ono, Plastic Ono Band, Belle and Sebastian, The Polyphonic Spree, Gram Parsons, Roger Waters, Alfredo Zitarrosa, Richard Foreman, New Forest Folk Festival, Kev Rowland, Warner Drive, Wilderness Dream, Bloody Hammers, Phil Campbell & The Bastard Sons, Dialeto, Dusan Jevtovic, Datura 4, Da Vinci, Gateway to Hell, Intrcptr, Laces Out, Charlotte Phillipson, Mr Biffo, Roy Weard, Hawkwind, Xtul, Jimi Hendrix, Grateful Dead, Prince, Slipknot, Neil Nixon, Dread Zeppelin
Read the previous few issues of Gonzo Weekly:
Issue 241 (Carol Hodge and Steve Ignorant)
Issue 240 (Midsummer Madness)
Issue 239 (Miss Peach)
Issue 238 (Hawkwind)
Issue 237 (Hawkwind)
Issue 236 (Manchester)
Issue 235 (Jon Anderson)
Issue 234 (Al Atkins)
Issue 233 (Richard Strange)
Issue 232 (Roy Weard)
Issue 231 (Allan Holdsworth)
Issue 230 (Curtis Womack)
Issue 229 (Larry Wallis)
Issue 228 (Space Pharoahs)
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