Tuesday

A Page From Rock History.




March 1981. Rudi was walking with Giles back to his house. After school he’d popped into the Chelsea Coffee House as usual and Giles was there. Giles was a year older than Rudi, he was at the same school and they both attended the same youth club, which happened to be located a couple of doors down from Giles’ house. Giles was above average height with a round cherubic face. Rudi’s girlfriend, Ash, thought Giles was lovely, this made Rudi a little jealous but he didn’t let it show. Rudi had become great friends with Giles’ sister Harriet and it was Harriet that Rudi was on his way to see. Harriet was a no-nonsense; mature for her age, artistic type. She was petite and pretty but not in an obvious sort of way. Harriet had asked Rudi if she could borrow some of his clothes for a Japan gig she was going to be attending. Rudi had a black Adidas kit bag with him, which contained a few choice articles from his wardrobe he thought she’d like.

Japan were about to become huge. Their latest album Tin Drum, was incredibly their 5th, and to date they were a little known cult New Wave attraction but the times were about to catch up to Japan’s unique style, the age of the New Romantic was upon them. The well crafted and haunting song ‘Ghosts’ was a perfect vehicle to showcase the stunning voice of David Sylvian the band's vocalist, and was highly unusual in chart hit history in that, like Minnie Riperton's 'Lovin' You' several years previously, it featured absolutely no drums. It was the standout track of that album and it was about to propel ‘Japan’ to stardom…just in time for them to split up.

Giles and Rudi had just passed the hall above the church where they both attended the youth club and were nearing Giles’ house when Rupert, Giles’ brother, appeared looking excited. He had just left the house and was bounding towards them.

“Hey, you’ll never guess who’s in the house”, blurted Rupert.

“Who?” said Giles.

“Only…THE Jimmy Page!” Rupert exclaims.

Rudi looked at Giles in utter disbelief.

“No way!” Giles retorted cynically, shaking his long curly ginger locks. “What, right now?”

“Yeah, he’s in the kitchen with Mum, he came to see how she’s getting on with the paintings she’s restoring for him apparently”, Rupert assured him.

“Bloody hell!” Giles gushed excitably.

“Bloody hell!” Rudi concurred.

Jimmy Page was the renowned lead guitarist with rock legends Led Zeppelin. He lived locally and Rudi had seen him before buying petrol from the petrol station where Rudi worked at the weekends. To be fair he’d not known who Jimmy Page was on sight. It was only afterwards when a co-worker pointed it out, that it registered. Now perhaps Rudi would get the chance to meet him properly.

Life for Jimmy had been tough recently. Only about six months before John Bonham, the band’s drummer, had been found dead at Jimmy’s house after a day and night of heavy drinking whilst rehearsing the new album. He had asphyxiated on his own vomit. Because of the band’s reputation as rock ’n’ roll hell raisers, media speculation abounded at the time that drugs had played a large part. This proved to be unfounded. Speculation was also rife amongst media and fans alike that perhaps Jimmy’s dabbling in ‘the occult’ had something to do with John’s death that evening. Understandably as a result of all this Jimmy had been feeling the stress lately and was deliberately maintaining a low profile.

Giles and Rudi strode hurriedly toward the front door. Giles was barely capable of getting his keys in the lock fast enough, unable to contain his excitement at the possibility of meeting one of rock’s true legends. They both stepped inside and stopped as the door shut gently behind them. Giles was listening intently. There were audible voices coming from the kitchen along the hallway, one of them was unmistakably Jose - Giles’ mum. The other voice was male but otherwise indistinguishable from behind the closed door.

“What should I say to him?” Giles asked Rudi.

“I dunno” Rudi shrugged in that way only fifteen year olds can. “Why don’t you just ask him to sign an album?”

“Good idea!” The frown lines on Giles’ forehead relaxed. “Let’s go and get one first” Giles said as he started to mount the stairs.

Rudi followed. As they marched upwards Rudi quietly cursed the fact that he didn’t also have a Led Zeppelin or even a Yardbirds album handy for Jimmy to sign. He thought about running the mile home to pick one up or, running the half mile in the other direction towards the town centre, to pick up an L.P. from Revolution Records his favourite record shop. Then he realized he probably didn’t have time to do all this. As they reached the top of the stairs Harriet appeared from out of her bedroom.

“Harriet, Jimmy Page is downstairs” Giles beamed expectantly.

“I know” said Harriet nonplussed.

Giles disappeared into his room to seek out a suitable Led Zeppelin LP.

“Hi Harriet” said Rudi “I’ve brought some clothes for you to look at”.

“Great!” smiled Harriet, “You’d better come in. Excuse the mess won’t you”.

The room looked immaculate compared to Rudi’s own bedroom that he grudgingly shared with his younger brother, and refreshingly feminine too. As the only girl amongst several brothers Harriet had the luxury of a whole room to herself.



A couple of minutes later Giles walked in holding a record.

“This jacket might work, with a hanky in the top pocket, but you’ll have to roll the sleeves up because they’ll be too long otherwise” Rudi was in the process of helping Harriet on with a 1950’s style second hand jacket he’s bought from a charity shop weeks earlier. It did look a bit odd over her convent school uniform though.

“Ha ha” Giles laughed “You look weird! That’s a men’s jacket”.

“Shut up Giles” snapped Harriet “What would you know about fashion?”

“I’ve got this album, Rudi” Giles showed Rudi the cover of Presence by Led Zeppelin “Will you come down with me and ask him to sign it?”

“Only if I get to keep it afterwards” smiled Rudi

“No bloody way!” Giles countered. “Harriet?” Giles looked at his younger sister entreatingly.

Harriet smiled “Are you too shy to ask him yourself Giles?” she teased.

“No, of course not” Giles answered unconvincingly.

“OK then we’ll come down with you for moral support” Rudi offered.

“Yes let’s” Harriet effused enthusiastically.

The three of them trundled down the stairs and into the kitchen. Giles’ mum was at the table and Jimmy Page sat opposite, they were drinking coffee from large brown mugs and chatting animatedly.

“Hi mummy” Harriet started “just going to make a coffee for Rudi.”

“Ok dear!" Harriet’s and Giles’ mum smiled at Rudi “Hello Rudi, how are you?”

“Hello Mrs. H., I’m very well thanks” Rudi smiled back and tried to sound as polite as possible.

“This is Jimmy” Mrs. H. gestured towards Jimmy Page “I’m doing some work restoring some of his Aleister Crowley paintings” She gestures with her other hand toward a painting on an easel in the corner featuring a demonic looking creature with what appears to be a giant red engorged penis.

“Hi Jimmy!” Rudi grinned inanely at the 'rock legend' and shook his hand.

It felt weird… Rudi didn’t have a clue what else to say, he was completely in awe of this man because of his colossal acclaim. The fingers of the hand he’d just shaken had plucked the solo on Stairway to Heaven possibly the most famous rock anthem since rock began. Hell for that matter this is the guy that practically invented 'Heavy Rock' single handedly, well dual handedly actually; he’d had to hold down the strings with his left hand too.

“This is Harriet, my lovely daughter and Giles one of my darling sons” Mrs. H. was continuing with the introductions.

“Hi” Harriet smiled sweetly at Jimmy and continued with making the coffee.

“Hello!” said Giles bounding over to shake the Rock legend’s hand, first sweeping his long curly ginger locks from hanging in his eyes. “Errrrm...I’m really pleased to meet you!”

“Giles has something he wants to ask you Jimmy” said Harriet with an impish grin, clearly enjoying herself by putting her older brother on the spot.

Giles started to blush slightly and produced Led Zeppelin’s Presence L.P. from behind his back. “Would you mind?” he asked hopefully.

“No of course not” laughed Jimmy “Presence eh! Good choice”.

Mrs. H. pushed a pen that was sitting on the table, towards Jimmy. “Thanks Jimmy” Mrs. H. laughed. “You’ve just made his year!”

“And mine” thought Rudi “and mine!...”


* Revolution Records, Windsor 1982 Copyright Mike Bennett's Photograph reproduced with gracious thanks.

8 comments:

Textual Healer said...

Hi. I've read you last three or so posts. Really good writing- while this one lacked a bit of focus or direction - the abseiling and the scholboy fight ones had me riveted. On the strength of those two and you listing "twin town" among your favourite movies I'm linking to your blog on my favourites. This story puts me in mind of one about Robert Plant who owned substantial acreage in the Welsh village where I once lived. In the local hippy wholefood shop he saw a girl to his fancy and asked her for a date at his house. She said "who do you think you are then?" "'Robert Plant - you know the singer from Led Zeppelin." Girl pauses for a moment "Oh yeah me mam's got some of your records" -Touche

Anonymous said...

Loved it!..........great fun to read a memory come to life ........Jimmy Page was very affable and down to earth, not at all 'I'm a rock god'...nice guy. Just to illustrate the point, he wrote on Giles' album 'I hope you enjoy listening to this as much as I enjoyed making it....'

Nice gift and a sweet memory, thanks Rudi :0D

Rudi Somerlove said...

Thanks TH & H! Nice to get some feedback for a change.

TH: I appreciate the plug and as I'm an avid and recently more regular reader of your blog, I will return the favour once I'm set-up properly here. Wanted to get some more content and readership before seriously promoting this, but if it happens organically then all the better. Nice story re: Robert Plant too. ;?))

H. Thank you and your family for giving me the memory to write about. I know that it was 'normal' to have rock stars wandering in and out of your house but for me that wasn't the case, the very idea still blows me away now. :?D

Anonymous said...

How brill I can,t remember if the "nonplussed" harriet ever mentioned this casually over toast and tea! in the ol finsbury flat sublet of course.
Keep well Dave

Anonymous said...

Really enjoyed reading this - you really captured the moment and excitement of the moment - a moment from a long time ago - yet as fresh as "now"

Also really impressed by the quality of the other writings - enough to wake the dormant strains of the creative streak in of all of us (well there's some of that in all of us)

As a total aside (as usual) Ronan and I met Nick who did the string arrangements on "Angie" by the Rolling Stones - in a little village in Nepal - Nick had "forgotten" that his visa had expired so had just bribed the police to forget for him a little more

Nicks base is in Goa India surrounded by other very forgetful types

He'd been to a tiny school for the the untouchables earlier in the same day playing his recorder to the strains of THAT most memorable song - the Nepali national anthem (or what ever one they're now using since the king was sent on permanent holidays)

We's earlier been on a walk, to glimpse the distant Annapurna Ranges as they stood magnificantly thousands of feet above the vallley floor ... all the while waiting for the nine o clock curfew to lift - that great ancient ritual of beeroclocke - just drop the last "e" and you get the drift

Quiet ramblings - keep up the great writings!

Brian

Rudi Somerlove said...

Thanks, Dave and Brian. Your input is always welcome.

Mike Bennett said...

I have a Jimmy Page story too. He used to come into Ritz Video when I worked there in the 80's, and I got to be on first name terms with him, "Alright Jim?", "Alright Mike?" (seriously, true), he used to ask about new releases and recommendations etc, just like everybody else. Now a lot of the time, shop customers only knew me from the shop, so if i saw them in the street, they'd walk straight past me without a word, I don't think they'd be blanking me, just didn't recognise me out of context. Anyway, when I left Ritz, I got a job in a picture framing shop - on St Leonard's road, actually, just down from Revs, and only for a few days as it didn't work out - but anyway, I'm working away in the shop, and Page comes in with his chauffeur. I clocked him, but kept my head down, didn't say anything because he was talking to the boss and I figured he wouldn't recognise me away from the context of Ritz Video. So as he's going out afterwards, I hear him turn to his driver and say, most unimpressed, "Here, did you see that bloke from the video shop? Didn't even say hello." Arg!!

Rudi Somerlove said...

Great story Mike. I find it weird that we lived in a town in which celebrities also lived. Eg. Michael Parkinson and Frank Bough (whose sons we were both at school with) Michael Caine, Billy Connolly, Anna Friel, Terry Wogan etc. etc. and we'd see them around the town and not rush over and fawn all over them or ask for their autographs, or hassle them at all. I wonder whether it would be the same today? I have a great anecdote concerning Nick Parkinson with whom I became closer at college. He got me tickets for his dad's show one night and we got to go back stage and visit the 'green room ' etc. Anyway the guests that night were Dave Allen, Lorraine Chase and Bill Wyman. I got talking to Bill Wyman and got his autograph on a silk handkerchief I had with me at the time and still possess. But that's a future posting right there. Great Memories!