Gary Watton: young, gifted, and white: 1965 album extract from the book 'A Pop Revolution'

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Saturday, 17 December 2011

1965 album extract from the book 'A Pop Revolution'

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Pop-Revolution-Transatlantic-Music-Scene/dp/0956272533
Highway 61 Revisited by Bob Dylan;
peaked in the UK charts at No.4;
peaked in the US charts at No.3
produced by Bob Johnston
released in August
     This new offering from Mr Zimmerman was something of a watershed in a number of respects. Not only was Dylan incurring the wrath of Luddite folk music devotees by plugging his new tunes into electric sockets, but here arguably for the first time was an album of substance, carefully constructed, and thus historically it represented a new departure from the previous formula of artists hastily compiling a dozen filler material to complement the one or two ‘quality’ singles that featured on any given long player. ‘Highway 61 Revisited’, it can be claimed, heralds the dawning of a new genre: folk rock.
     No longer was Dylan and other folksters merely strumming protest songs on acoustic guitar, accompanied possibly by harmonica. Now folk music was, horror of horrors, selling its soul (in the eyes of some zealots) and embracing modern technology. Electric guitars, bass guitar, drums, and keyboards were all drafted in to complement the bard of the folk scene. A defiant Dylan merely responded to being called a “Judas” in mid-concert in Manchester by exhorting his group to “play f***ing louder” on their rendition of ‘Like A Rolling Stone’.
     Seminal track is an often overused description in popular music tomes, but scarcely a soul anywhere questions its suitability in relation to Dylan’s six-minute album opener which, unlike the other ten songs, was actually produced by Tom Wilson. Such indeed is the enduring appeal of ‘Like A Rolling Stone’ that music critic Greil Marcus was sufficiently moved to compose a whole publication on this one song.
     ‘Ballad Of A Thin Man’ follows a similar theme as the sixties’ leading songwriter sings once more of alienation and of being the outsider on the periphery, looking inside at the American dream. This was Generation X material, twenty years ahead of its time. Brian Jones, himself an increasingly peripheral figure in the Rolling Stones, was convinced that these two tracks in particular were a commentary on his state of mind. “How’s your paranoia meter?”, Dylan once famously asked Mr Jones. Was it pure coincidence that ‘Ballad Of A Thin Man’ contains the lyric “Something is happening here and you don’t know what it is/Do you, Mr Jones?” A credible case can be made that the subsequent ‘Blonde On Blonde’ project contains better songs, but Highway 61 Revisited is less patchy, in spite of the presence of the lengthy ‘Desolation Row’. For the uninitiated, ‘From A Buick 6’, ‘It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry’, and ‘Queen Jane Approximately’ are gems waiting to be unearthed. Bob Dylan was emphatically laying down a marker that he was the leading spokesperson for the new generation that viewed the Establishment with disdain and suspicion. Dylan remained an enigma thereafter, allowing his constant flow of product to speak on his behalf. The quality of his output may have varied through time, but Dylan’s status as the main man of the 1960s’ music scene was cemented by this LP.
The album’s best song? Like A Rolling Stone
SPORT IN 1965
English Division One soccer champions: Manchester United
English FA Cup final: Liverpool 2 Leeds United 1
English League Cup winners: Chelsea
Scottish Division One soccer champions: Kilmarnock
Scottish FA Cup final: Glasgow Celtic 3 Dunfermline Athletic 2
Scottish League Cup winners: Glasgow Celtic
Irish League soccer champions: Derry City; Irish Cup winners: Coleraine
League Of Ireland soccer champions: Drumcondra; cup winners: Shamrock Rovers
European Cup final: Inter Milan 1 Benfica 0
European CupWinners’ Cup final: West Ham United 2 Munich 1860 0
European Fairs’ Cup final: Ferencvaros 1 Juventus 0
English county cricket champions: Worcestershire
Five Nations’ rugby union champions: Wales (triple crown)
Formula One world drivers’ champion: Jim Clark
Gaelic football All-Ireland champions: Galway; hurling champions: Tipperary
British Open golf champion: Peter Thomson
US Masters golf champion: Jack Nicklaus
US Open golf champion: Gary Player
USPGA golf champion: Dave Marr
Rugby league Challenge Cup final: Wigan 20 Hunslet 16
Wimbledon men’s singles tennis champion: Roy Emerson
Wimbledon ladies’ singles tennis champion: Margaret Smith
The Aintree Grand National steeplechase winner: Jay Trump
The Epsom Derby winner: Sea Bird II
The Ryder Cup: Great Britain & Ireland 12.5 USA 19.5

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Congratulations Gary Watton!

Gary Watton of Coleraine has made history by becoming the first winner of the annual Men's Points Table at the Portrush Parkrun of 2012-2013. This represents a victory for the underdog! Bravo, sir.

I thought that I would mention it here as a form of un-British gloating, because well if you scan through countless Facepuke updates from le menu peuple, all manner of nobodies are updating the most mundane, ridiculous trivia imaginable and their little cronies come on board and give their absurd updates a big thumbs up. For example, ‘I have managed to get through four bags of ironing, with only another four still to do’, which is then followed by about four hundred people hitting the like button. Flip me. Compared to such bullshit, I must be an outstanding success story.

I guess that ultimately it is about playing the game, in other words, selling your soul and accumulating a lot of horrible people as ‘friends’, and then posting Farcebook updates which your army of little minions then come alongside and pay tribute to. Oh I guess that mediocrity attracts mediocrity!

What appals me however are the self-important types who post a message on Facespook but don’t have the generosity of spirit to pay a moment’s heed to anybody else’s updates. It’s a case of ‘hey everyone. Look at me. I’ve got something really important and interesting to say. Come and assemble in your hundreds and read my half-baked nonsense about nothing in particular, but don’t expect me to go and give any time to your updates. I am far too much of an attention-seeker to look at and bother with anyone else’s updates’.

Now this is what disturbs me most about such little people: If you are married, and/or have children, and/or have work colleagues, and/or have loving relatives, then why the fuck do you still crave attention? I guess that folk who seem to be happily married and/or people with hundreds of [virtual] Facepuke friends are horrendously insecure!

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My Obituary

Family and several friends were shocked, though not entirely surprised, to learn of the sudden death of Gary Watton after a lengthy illness. This supremely talented author, genius, and misfit had fought a courageous battle against alienation and loneliness.
A handful of people jumped at the opportunity to take a day off work and pay their insincere, clichéd respects at the funeral service which passed off without incident apart from when the deceased opened the coffin lid and grumpily exhorted the vicar to keep the noise down, before returning to sleep. At the graveside, a volley of shots was fired over the coffin by the Boys Brigade from their water pistols for their ex-volunteer. Also at the graveside, one relative was heard to remark: “I will miss his sarcasm”, while another mourner added: “I do not know how I will be able to cope without his cynicism.” Watton’s local pub landlord was visibly upset (at the thought that his takings would never be the same again) while a representative from the dead man’s mortgage lenders also expressed his regret at the unexpected death after a prolonged illness. It was however of some consolation to the assembled few that the deceased passed away noisily in his sleep.
The vicar (and presumably a part-time actor) spoke movingly of how the former author had been the very essence of warmth, pleasantness, and sheer joy, adding that no party had ever been complete without Mr Watton letting off steam about something or other. The local police Chief Inspector also paid tribute to how Gary had frequently helped the police with their enquiries. The mourners were assured that the deceased would be joining Adolf Hitler, Michael Jackson, Joe Stalin, Jade Goody, and Frank Lampard’s mum in heaven.
At the conclusion of the burial, some relatives retired to a nearby hostelry where they drank several toasts to the deceased and recalled with considerable mirth, Gary Watton’s many embarrassing exploits, a session which predictably lasted into the wee small hours, before bracing themselves for the reading of the will to ascertain who would be the unfortunate recipient of his clothes and record collection.
Perhaps the most fitting epitaph for Gary Watton was conceived by himself: a hugely under-rated actor, comedian, dancer, politician, singer, and writer, there was nothing wrong with him that a little love and understanding wouldn’t have cured.
In lieu of flowers, please give a donation to the International Ranters’ Society or to S.P.I.T.E (the Society for the Preservation of Incredibly Talented Enigmas).

Gary Watton: young, gifted, and white

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