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Being There : Dexys Live At Shepherds Bush Empire 8th May 2012

From Dexys Shepherds Bush Empire 08/05/2012

Dexys, where do we start? I take you back to somewhere around autumn 1976 when my brother-in-law Andy was in a band called Uncle Po who were quite big on the Bristol band scene at the time. Andy the saxophone player, "Spike" the violinist and me the groupie set off around Bristol in a big van with a sliding side door. We would find a handy hoarding, paste up a poster, open the door, stick it up and be off again within the minute. Golden days, but more of that later.

On to 1980 when I was in the twilight zone between the neverending debauchery of university and the forthcoming prospect of doing a proper day's work 48 weeks a year for the rest of my life, year off, no chance. But there was a new sound that grabbed me as it did so many others, Geno by Dexys Midnight Runners. My sister used to play It's Funky But It's Live by Geno Washington from the sanctuary of her bedroom, I knew those opening chants from my childhood. Interest captured I bought the single and most of what followed. I read their advertisements in the NME, they wouldn't do interviews because they never felt they were being taken seriously or their ideas were misinterpreted. Instead we got the thoughts, poetic or terse, of Kevin Rowland and they toured as The Intense Emotion Revue, all very serious but great music. The look seemed to be either merchant seaman or that episode in Dad's Army when they all had to dress up as fifth columnists.

Early 1982 Radio 1 broadcast a concert, which I had a C120 for, recorded in Newcastle. Kevin introduced it "welcome to the in a tent emotion revue", hey, the curtains were down, this was fun. A much warmer, soulful sound emerged mixed with a violin and a beautiful cover of T.S.O.P. I listened to my tape repeatedly, the album Too-Rye-Ay didn't come out for several months. If you listen to the later CD release of the live concert, T.S.O.P. at 3:42 when the violin comes back in always gives me goose pimples. After the album finally hit the stores along with related singles I was watching Top Of The Pops, up popped Dexys performing Come On Eileen...hang on a minute, that woman looks familiar. I rang up my sister "did you just see Spike on Top Of The Pops in Dexys Midnight Runners?" Of course Marian was far too cool to be watching it by then but we compared notes the following week and Spike it surely was. The clothes had changed, dungarees, raggle taggle gypsy cum David Essex gear, but again the music was different, passionate, special.

The years passed, gradually Dexys faded away, at long last the reissues emerged, first with the odd B-side then finally with entire radio sessions and even a recording of a Projected Passion Revue show. But there were reports Kevin was in a bad place and I would never get to see them, as it were, in the flesh.

Late February 2012 I'm running through my RSS feeds in Google Reader when I spot an O2 Priority "coming soon" for Dexys at Shepherds Bush...whoa! I checked everywhere I could, no other mention of tickets on the web but a new album was in the pipeline, so it wasn't some American band stealing our heritage by reusing a great British name. I checked and checked and then the "Get Your Priority Tickets Now" popped up in Google Reader. Click, book, confirm - Row A, seats 12 and 13...Row A, I never get Row A, nobody gets Row A. "Vicky, you won't believe this!" The weeks went by and the regular message from Dexys was to dress up

We are planning a theatrical show - hence the seated venues. Look good, we will. Dexys
Dexys Official
Please feel free to use your phones to take images of the show and remember, look good. We will.
Dexys Official

This is tricky, yes Vicky and I dressed up as nuns for the final Faithless show but this time some style is required, we're in the front row and can't let the boys (and girls) down. Finally I decided on a double-breasted grey suit with a plain white shirt and snazzy tie, shoes to suit. The night before the show I grabbed the jacket then spotted a lack of trouser facilities. Several hangers along I found the matching trousers but it didn't take me long to discover some difficulties in the crotch region. Plan B, a rather louche cream jacket, a shirt of many colours, some brown trousers in case the nerves of being opposite Kevin Rowland got to me and sadly some M&S boat shoes. My house has never been a vault for Cotton Club era clothing, just as well as moths love that kind of thing. Vicky, of course, had a much more suitable attire, informed by the support act, a burlesque dancer!

The great day arrived, I took a lot of stick but attracted even more compliments for turning up at work in some semi-decent clothing for a change. I may work half way between The Queen and Prince Charles' London gaffs but my style is strictly down at heel most of the time. Arriving at Shepherds Bush Empire stopping only for a couple of mini wine bottles each in a pint glass we headed down the front and yes, we were centre front row. I had never been there before, unlike Brixton Academy it's a tough place to reach and we usually end up by the side bars stood behind visiting basketball teams.

Dexys being Dexys the support couldn't be the usual singer songwriter saying hi to his brother and mum in the balcony, step forward Luna Rosa. The crowd loved her, the cameramen crouched in front of us (thanks chaps) were grinning and I was not indifferent to her charms to say the least.

From Dexys Shepherds Bush Empire 08/05/2012

She was on and off, as were the significant part of her clothes in a breathless three minutes, appetiser enjoyed now for the main course. The band walked on as if they had never left, reshaped, split, reinvented themselves. First thrill was to see Mick Talbot who gave The Style Council their special sound then on came the man himself. Enormous cheers, grown men welling up, now could they get the fire burning again? Straight into the new album One Day I'm Going To Soar in its entirety. We were a mature audience, we came pre-warned, we were not disappointed. I discretely got my camera out with the intention of filming every second while looking at the stage, not the viewfinder.

Two songs in one of the security guards had different ideas and informed me I was not allowed to film the concert. Oh well, just enjoy the new songs and sing along to the couple of old ones we were likely to hear at the end. As promised it was very theatrical. Running throughout was the theme acted or rather sung and facially expressed with Madeleine Hyland. Whatever it was Kevin had done Madeleine was determined to make him suffer no matter how many times Kevin held his hands up and tried to appear contrite. Eventually he appeared to get away with "it", whatever "it" was.

From Dexys Shepherds Bush Empire 08/05/2012

Pete Williams appeared to know.

From Dexys Shepherds Bush Empire 08/05/2012

As a piece it worked superbly well, quite probably because of the seated audience rather than the usual crush common to the venue. The music never stopped but you felt you had seen a play into the bargain. Sustained applause, cries of "brilliant", the audience loved it and the band looked best pleased. The media whores at Latitude will love it if they finish their full English round at Emma and Richard's in time.

So what else will we get? Quite a bit in fact. Old, Until I Believe In My Soul, Tell Me When My Light Turns Green and, despite Rowland being such a cantankerous old git, even Come On Eileen though no Spike.

In all the excitement I forgot to avoid singing along, having decided to chance my arm with a few more home movies, so apologies if my voice spoils your listening pleasure. The whooping is Vicky, she spent much of her teens in California so that's only to be expected.

Of course they had to come back on again, it was still early and they had the crowd eating out of their hands. I Couldn't Help It If I Tried, Liars A To E (I was in row A and I tell the truth matey boy) and finally the wonderful This Is What She's Like which filled my body with pleasure.

Yes it was one of those very special nights, a small venue, a band visibly beaming with the joy of their music and a crowd who would text, tweet and generally piss off their long-suffering friends for many days to come. If they were ever better than, they just couldn't have been.

From Dexys Shepherds Bush Empire 08/05/2012



Stalking Damon Albarn

Early Days

The first time I heard Blur's There's No Other Way it was like discovering an outtake from Pink Floyd's Piper At The Gates Of Dawn. Throughout their lifetime Blur drifted in and out of my mainstream, Country House doing much to persuade me Oasis had won the phony Britpop war. I heard the occasional gem like Out Of Time but they never quite made my elite Buy Every CD The Day It Comes Out list that is already far too big.

Their time passed and the boy moved on and I started hearing about Gorillaz. Some sort of cartoon hip hop band you never see, or so they said. One day I bought a compilation for Warchild called Help! A Day In The Life, ready to be copied onto my NAS drive for later listening, maybe when I retire. I played a couple of tracks then noticed a song called Hong Kong by Gorillaz, big heavy beat, miscellaneous hip hoppers bouncing around the studio no doubt. No, complete generalisation fail on my behalf. I played it 10 times or more that day and a week will not pass when I don't listen to it again.

As is my way when I hear something so utterly amazing I nipped out to Selectadisc in London's Berwick Street and bought everything I could lay my hands on by Gorillaz in search of that magical other track or two. As is also my way I backed the CDs up onto my network, filed them away and didn't really register the brilliance of Demon Days El Mañana and the stonking closing of Don't Get Lost In Heaven and Demon Days itself. This has since been corrected.

Africa Express

Glastonbury 2007, my second attempt at surviving the hellish conditions of Michael Eavis' fields in Somerset where trench foot and hypothermia are common ailments in late June. That weekend we had decided to stalk The Magic Numbers who had played the Pyramid Stage and then had to look at me 4 feet away from Romeo in the Guardian Lounge.

We were all clapping for more at the end of a 45 minute set but Romeo apologised and said they were playing shortly on The Park Stage and had to go. So off we trooped up to the stage we had been at the night before when Michael Eavis spoke proudly of his daughter's first project and introduced Lily Allen as the "very special guest" to kick things off. We, like many, were expecting something more along the lines of Radiohead but Lily had been at every Glastonbury since she was in her mother's womb and had to endure the childhood embarrassment of her dad Keith selling booze from the boot of their car. As such it was an inspired choice.

There were a hundred or so people up there when we arrived and some spawny kid called "The Human Beatbox" or something like that was entertaining the crowd with his mouth and a microphone. Various Land Rovers arrived to the left of the stage and people got out, including The Magics, Sir Billy Bragg and some heavy looking African dudes in clothes that would look strange anywhere but Glastonbury. I will choose another day to fully document the wondrousness of the evening, meanwhile read here and here for a flavour of what 169,000 people missed. Terry Hall and Lynval Golding came on after an hour or so of amazing African jam sessions and the full orchestra of world music kicked off A Message To You Rudy with Damon Albarn on the keyboards just where we were standing left of stage.

At one point he looked down at me as if he saw the joy in my face and smiled as if to say "you're fucking loving this mate aren't you" and I was. The evening was a triumph, we never got round to seeing Madness playing at Lost Vagueness, this was what Glastonbury should be about and after five hours the Africa Express gig ended, reluctantly, with what seemed like fifty musicians and a crowd of by then around a thousand belting out Rock El Casbah.

Afterwards I sussed out that Damon was the curator of Africa Express, the ultimate collaboration. One year later after one of the worst ever periods of my life I read that Africa Express were playing at Koko in Camden as a part of the 2008 BBC Electric Proms. This time around kick off was 8pm with a scheduled finish of 3am! Damon was everywhere that evening joining in onstage playing his melodica Augustus Pablo style or just being there

From Africa Express Koko 2008

The usual suspects turned up including The Magic Numbers

and significantly Chicago's Hypnotic Brass Ensemble who were later to join Damon both with Blur and on Gorillaz 2010 Plastic Beach world tour. The evening ended with a suitably refreshed Rachid Taha leading Rock El Casbah once more but the highlight was earlier in the evening when Baaba Maal, Amadou et Mariam and the best of Africa turned up the heat for what seemed like hours of magical, mysterious tunes.


In 2009 Blur overcame acrimony and reunited. First up was a gig at the East Anglian Railway Museum, a few miles from my home. I found the Ticketmaster pre-sale, snapped up two of 180 tickets, only to find Ticketmaster insisting I was from The Republic Of Ireland when I tried to pay. This went on for a good ten minutes, I ended up starting again only to be told the inevitable no tickets available. Notwithstanding I had to pick up my granddaughter from a party in Braintree that very same evening so I insisted she be ready by 10pm and we would see if security had knocked off early. We arrived at 10.15pm, Blur had knocked off early so their fans could get the last train home for London at around 10.18 or so!

Next up they were playing at The Cliffs Pavilion, Westcliff-on-Sea. This time there were no ticketing cock-ups and Vicky and I joined the legions of boys and girls now in their late thirties wearing Fred Perry polo shirts for an amazing evening. The Essex boys were highly spirited and at one point my safe position stood half way back ended up on the barrier as I got swept up in the excitement, it was an enormous party after all, even the ever cool Alex James was visibly loving it.

From Blur, Southend Cliffs Pavilion 21/06/09

I managed to get back to my prime video spot though my shirt would not be dry again for several hours.

I changed my opinion on Blur v Oasis, the latter looked increasingly ridiculous with their sibling if not wibbling rivalry destroying the band while Blur came back with the passion I love in all my family of bands.

We went to Glastonbury 2009 but the sheer exertion of finding a camping spot on the Wednesday set off swollen glands and I reluctantly had to leave before they came on stage on the Sunday evening. Still, it couldn't have been better than the Cliffs Pavilion gig, intimate, thrilling...apparently it was!

Massive Attack

Massive Attack are part of my family of bands. They are from Bristol, my home town from birth until I moved to Essex in 1980, rumoured to include fans of The Forces Of Darkness (Bristol Shitty) but despite this amazing musicians. I buy everything they ever release, love them. Of course my Mum in her 80s is too cool for school and when I mentioned Massive Attack recently she told me about the time in Somerfield on the Gloucester Road when she got talking to a tall "coloured" chap who was off to Japan the next day with his band, step forward Daddy G!

In late 2009 the boys were on at Brixton Academy, possibly my favourite venue. They had been recording with Damon Albarn, an unlikely combination you may think until you see this

Yes, that's Vicky and me spotting Damon again 5 minutes in. He went on to perform Saturday Come Slow both that evening and the following February at Hammersmith Apollo.

Earlier in the year I had accused Bono of stalking me having turned up at Coldplay/Killers and Cat Stevens unannounced, now I was being stalked by Damon.


2010, somebody wakes Gorillaz up from their slumber. They announce they are to play at Coachella but need a little warm up. I signed up for the Sub-Division fan club promising priority booking for their concerts. Probably worth the £25 and I get a limited edition Stylo car, of course the car never got made but I got a fantastic litho instead which is framed and above my bed now.

First up were the "rehearsals" with all sorts of caveats about it being not the full show, no films, just the group. Oh and they are on at the tiny Cambridge Junction but being a rehearsal it's only £15 a ticket for Sub-Division members. Like I cared. Oh...and Mick Jones and Paul Simonon from The Clash are in the band by the way. WTF?! I last saw them together at The Bristol Hippodrome on the London Calling tour and completely adored Big Audio Dynamite. I can endure this rehearsal I am sure.

So I decided to take the day off with a spare ticket in hand, drove up to Cambridge with Plastic Beach on the stereo though no Bruce Willis in the passenger seat. When I arrived, way too early, there was a Dutch woman sat reading a book by the door quietly raving about the earlier sound check. I headed to the pub for a couple and came back in time to find a small queue. Nobody wanted my spare ticket and the box office was trying to flog remaining tickets to the public at the £15 fan club price. Not exactly popular it seems. The audience was mainly 30s and 40s, few street-wise kids who you would expect for a band made for the MTV generation. So I let them all go in first to get a few Lambrinis in, emptied my bladder just in case and walked in straight to the front pausing on the way to buy a couple of T shirts.

After much anticipation on came the band, when I say band I mean a small army of violinists, backing singers, guitarists, drummers, keyboard players and of course Damon. It was his birthday and he sat down to a chorus of "Happy Birthday". What followed was special. No dark screens, the ensemble dressed in naval gear, The Clash boys with officers' caps to hide their baldness.

From Gorillaz Rehearsals - The Junction, Cambridge

Not everybody was there, Lou Reed boomed out of the speakers but was probably in New York giving an interviewer a hard time. Bobby Womack was another virtual attendee. But we weren't complaining, the strings exhilirated, the choir sang Don't Get Lost In Heaven and Demon Days lushly, it was wonderful. Yet there were tickets going begging.

At this point I could probably have died a happy, contented and fulfilled man. But wait, there's more. Next up was The Roundhouse, another gig partly pre-Coachella rehearsal, also to be broadcast on the web. More Sub-Division priority tickets and this time a full supporting ensemble of Mos Def, Shaun Ryder, Kano, Bobby Womack, De La Soul, Little Dragon, Bashy, Gruff Rhys and The National Orchestra For Arabic Music...oh and films as well!

The heavy rhythms rather ruined the sound on half of my videos but they felt great vibrating against me as I stood by the right hand speakers! We left so glad we got to see our boys and wondering if we would ever see them again.

From Gorillaz at The Roundhouse 29/04/2010

Next big thing for us was Glastonbury, several of the participants from The Roundhouse were on the bill but no Gorillaz. Deus ex machina time, Bono finally paid the price for jumping off the stage at Live Aid when he spent half of Bad trying to get back up again and he needed spine surgery. No U2, somebody else was needed to replace them. One day in May I ran around the office like an idiot when I heard Gorillaz were their replacement. The perfect Glastonbury band. Collaborative, visual, generally loved. Mission on, find as much naval gear as possible and we will wear it for all five days and spend four days explaining to people we hadn't just sailed into Worthy Farm.

From Glastonbury 2010

They delivered, everybody there loved it including many people who didn't think they would, yet the armchair festivalgoers watching on TV were unimpressed by the gaps. For us it allowed us guerilla visits to The Cider Bus nearby and the talk there afterwards was how good a show it was, Lou Reed aficionados being particularly vocal. One younger chap was particularly surprised at the sheer quality and number of guests, he didn't think he would fancy them but now he loved them.

From Glastonbury 2010

Of course there was still a small matter of a world tour to complete. We had standing tickets for The O2 in September but this date was rearranged. Touring commitments were cited yet Gorillaz' visuals were all over the launch literature for Internet Explorer 8 at around the same time. I begged for tickets to the IE8 London launch expecting Gorillaz to turn up, I got none, they didn't. The show was rearranged for November and we went.

From Gorillaz O2 Arena 14/11/2010

Gorillaz came, they played, they conquered. Unbelievably this was so much better than even the three other shows we had been to. Sadly we only caught the end of Little Dragon (since rectified) but De La Soul were amazing and got the audience pumped up and loving it.

From Gorillaz O2 Arena 14/11/2010

As for Gorillaz, the music had developed on tour and grown. Empire Ants was insanely good. Bobby Womack was almost in tears talking about how he had come to love the songs they wrote for him to sing, Cloud Of Unknowing is beautiful even without Bobby's voice.

From Gorillaz O2 Arena 14/11/2010

Damon was all over the place keeping up the momentum they had supposedly lost at Glastonbury, this was the supreme version of Gorillaz 2010, fully developed. Little Dragon and The Hypnotic Brass Ensemble could never not play a Gorillaz tour again, they added so much. Will we ever see them again?

From Gorillaz O2 Arena 14/11/2010 for Damon.

The Future

July, The Manchester International Festival, Dr Dee written by and starring Damon Albarn. We will be there, will it be any good, look mate you're talking Damon Albarn...

15Apr/110 have yet to acknowledge they rip-off YouTube users’ videos

You may have seen Wednesday evening's blog about JessieJOnline Inc of web, YouTube, Twitter and whatever else downloading two videos I posted to YouTube at far lower quality than my original then re-uploading them with absolutely no credit to me whatsoever to their own YouTube account.

At 5.36am the following morning I received a comment on my blog purportedly coming from saying

Sorry about this. We took random videos of Jessie J and decided to upload them on our Youtube in order to ‘regroup’ a bunch of Jessie J videos under one huge account. If you want, we can credit you. We are not claming those videos to be ours in any way! I hope everything’s okay.

At 7.43am the same day I decided to be big-hearted and responded

Hi Info, as you could see by the tone of my blog I ultimately tried to make humour from this. I can hardly accuse you of breaching copyright when I have been filming words and music also in copyright. Also, like Michael Corleone the murderous Godfather, I'm a reasonable man!

How about you update your two videos with maybe a link in the description to my "higher quality originals" and if I send mine as a video response you could approve that. Fans win, I get some credit and we are warm and fuzzy.

I will link to your website in my video description as it really is rather good and I'm very much in favour of the modern equivalent of the punk era Sniffing Glue and other free sheets by fans for fans.

I will also update my blog to say we are sorted if you are happy to do this?

So the big question, did Jessie J ever live in the real Essex or just pre-1965 boundary!

Good luck with your website,

As a gesture of goodwill I updated the description on both videos the same morning with

For possibly the finest Jessie J resource on the web see

this took me approximately 30 seconds in total.

Meanwhile have proceeded to add several new stories to their website while, excuse my French, doing absolutely fuck all to credit me in any way whatsoever or to acknowledge that they rip videos off other YouTube users and pass the material blatantly as their own. This is obviously not a matter of concern for them, I will make it so, I will no longer be a reasonable man where are concerned.


The Sincerest Form Of Flattery

Many people don't believe in coincidence, they say there is a probability behind events coinciding that we fail to consider. After today's "coincidence" I am less inclined to believe they can be explained statistically.

So, you may be asking, what am I banging on about now!? Well, last autumn I got some tickets to go and see the Little Noise Sessions curated by Jo Whiley in aid of Mencap. Being a member of the Paolo Nutini fan club and a subscriber to the Little Noise Sessions Backstage Area I got double priority booking for the event. First up on stage was a tallish, lively young thing called Jessie J. Sadly her talent had previously bypassed my cultural radar, but I was sufficiently impressed by her first song to get my camera out. I filmed her other two songs along with much of the rest of the show. Even an apparently over refreshed Paolo Nutini performed a blinder that evening. As is my way, I uploaded the videos to my YouTube account the following day for the world to appreciate or ignore (remember this, despite the apparent preamble, it is highly relevant later on).

In the days that followed I read much on the web about "Essex girl" Jessie J. Having lived in Essex for the last 30 years I was interested to find out where in the county she came from. There was stuff about her being born in Redbridge, stuff about her going to school in Redbridge, but nothing about her actually living in neighbouring Essex for any significant period in her life. So I set up a Google email alert on "Jessie J Essex" to establish if there was any basis for this assertion. The alert emails came in regularly, every day one or several websites had published an article linking the girl to the county but never to a specific town or village in Essex. I tried the same search on Twitter, more of the same, much more!

As the evidence mounted, I decided to take up the stance, not purely out of sheer bloody-mindedness but also because all the evidence pointed to the fact, that Jessie J is from London. I started to post comments to newspaper articles pointing out the apparent inaccuracy. I would reply to tweets saying similar, often to the bemusement of the poor tweeter wondering how the hell I saw their humble tweet when I wasn't even following them. Try it, it can be fun, even if it comes across as anal in the extreme and beats asking who on Twitter wants coffee as others do when they get bored. I apologise to all those I have traumatised and I am a great admirer of Jessie J who is one of few young British musicians capable of writing, performing and having hits. My excuse is a hatred of sloppy journalism, not checking facts, merely lifting facts from other sources irrespective of their accuracy. Redbridge was, as I knew all along, once in Essex but has been a London borough since 1965. A bloke down the pub once told me Essex extended as far as Reading many years ago (quite probably true) but people don't refer to The Office based in Slough as an Essex comedy. Jessie J may have been born in an Essex hospital of course, but if she was there are no sources I have found....sorry, I'm rambling and won't even mention Cliff Richard being born in India.

In an idle moment last night I launched another barrage of pedantic corrections to Twitter and one particular tweeter indulged me in a very charming dialogue. I decided I would send what I thought was him but now realise is her a link to my YouTube videos. As security is tight on my company IT systems we can't post from YouTube to Twitter as Twitter is firewalled. Easy I thought, tell her to search on "Jessie J Little Noise Sessions" in YouTube and you will find my videos straight away. I gave it a test run, loads of videos appeared, mine were at the top....hang on, no they are from Jessiejonline but they look just like mine?

Exhibit 1 : This is Jessiejonline's version of Price Tag

Watch this video on YouTube.

and this is mine

Watch this video on YouTube.

I don't remember somebody sitting on my lap with a camera pressing the button to start at the exact same time and pressing the button to stop at the exact same time. I tend to notice these things and my girlfriend, whose laugh you can hear, would tell me if I was oblivious to such an oddity. The only difference I can see is that mine is recorded at 720P whereas Jessiejonline's version is only at 360P, a quarter the resolution, maybe a tiny camera held by a tiny person who I just didn't notice on my lap. I must be getting absent-minded in my decline into seniority. But wait, there's more...

Exhibit 2 : This is Jessiejonline's version of Stand Up

Watch this video on YouTube.

and this is mine

Watch this video on YouTube.

So once again it seems I didn't notice the little person sat on my lap pressing the little camera button at the exact same time to start and again to stop. I really must see a doctor!

But it seems I am not the only one feeling confused. If you check out Jessiejonline's (whoops, that's their Twitter account!) website they are so confused they accidentally linked to my videos by mistake! Now there's a thing, fortunately mine are higher quality so they probably look better. Thanks for the cred..i...t..... o well, they were confused and thought they were linking to their own videos taken by the little person with the little camera sat on my lap who I didn't even notice no doubt.

I'm sure there must be a scientific explanation for this coincidence, maybe some external factor caused us to press the button at the exact same moment on 4 separate occasions. If anybody has an explanation could they let me know in the comments below please?


IFPI/Cheryl Cole vs Gashead

Last Thursday I went to the most excellent Children In Need Rocks The Royal Albert Hall concert and carried on my usual habit of videoing some of the concert for fans to enjoy on YouTube. By this morning I had over 120,000 views of my videos and apart from the usual flame wars in one particular video's comments the fans were happy and grateful.

This afternoon a notice appeared against my recording of Cheryl Cole's Fight For This Love telling me it was no longer available due to a copyright breach.

Moreover my account was no longer in good standing, 2 more strikes and I could be out! Of course there is a laughable side to this in that when Cheryl performed the same song "live" on X Factor she announced in advance that she would be performing to a pre-recorded vocal. I didn't watch my video in any great detail as it was a bit out of focus and I missed the beginning but several comments noted that this appeared to be far from a live performance. From what I know about YouTube's AudioID the soundtrack must have flagged up as an exact match to the original studio recording. Rumbled by themselves LOL etc!

However this does pose a danger to me if I ever happen to record 2 more performances using a pre-recorded music track as YouTube say "Accumulation of three strikes may result in the termination of your account."

Proper live performers seem to have no difficulties with my many recordings of their performances. Two examples. Editors' official forum asked me if I would be kind enough to let them link to my recordings of their concert at Fabric despite it being their copyright. The great Mike Tobin manager of Stackridge contacted me and asked if I could make my Glastonbury 2008 recordings available to the fans with reasonable costs paid to me, I made them available on the understanding a donation would be made to Air Ambulance.

Even megabuck stars like Coldplay, U2 and The Killers have given me no grief whatsoever for videos I have posted. In fact I posted an ENTIRE Killers concert to YouTube 4 months before it was released on DVD. I suppose I should have expected the first grief to come from the record company of an artist associated with X Factor.

p.s. Cheryl I love you! Your performance here, while it lasts on YouTube, was a very pleasant surprise. Shame your record company are threatening my sharing of live music with fans on YouTube

Watch this video on YouTube.