Page 17 of the Soft Boys scrapbook

Page 17 of The Soft Boys Scrapbook

Another photo from the same night at the Hope and Anchor. From ‘Girton Ball’ (I’d imagine a Cambridge college gig where we wouldn’t be glancing over our shoulder for reviewers brandishing sharpened pens) an odd set list- first half completely fictitious, in the tradition of announcing the band as Vince Baxter and the Dynamos or Leppo and the Jooves, or announcing the forthcoming first album as The Day They Ate Brick- then an all covers second half (the only half), apart from Wey Wey Hep Uh Hole- a song from The Band, two from the Velvet Underground, three from Cream, one from Van Morrison and one from Chuck Berry (Jim’s vocal spot?), then Captain Beefheart, John Lennon and Fairport Convention. (Lee and I have just (2024) been to a Fairport Convention gig, 54 years after my first FC gig. With three of the same band members). From the Rock Garden, another baffling set list- starts in I don’t know whose handwriting with three British folk rock numbers- the Gallant Poacher, Poor Will and the Jolly Hangman and Mr Lacey- then something illegible, then something crossed out, then Love Poisoning, the Asking Tree, then a medley of Bonde Mteko Stomp (Bonde Mteko was the name of a cottage I briefly rented outside Cambridge, where the band could rehearse), a medley of something illegible and African Takeaway, then something crossed out, then Face of Death- then in Robyn’s handwriting- Leppo (and the Jooves), Pigworker, Sandra (’s Having Her Brane Out), the Asking Tree, Love Poisoning, a medley of Horns (Horns Large Horns, an acapella piece from the Albion Country Band) and (African) Takeaway, the Rat’s Prayer, (Do) the Chisel, School Dinner Blues, Wey Wey (Hep Uh Hole), Fatman (’s Son), (Let Me Put It) Next to You. Does the second part replace the first part (without actually removing it from the list?) A review of a charity gig in Cambridge. For once the merry cries of ‘F**k off!’ are directed at someone else. We evidently went down well but the reviewer wished we hadn’t. Strangely on this page I’ve included a review of Magazine, just above us on the greasy pole- can’t remember why, but the reviewer tries to demolish not only the band, but the whole idea trying to convey the excitement of loud rock’n’roll in words. It started as fun, then it got serious, then it got negative, then, inevitably it got sneered at. Then they got bored with it. Was it the good old days? Despite all this, it was probably more good old when it was relatively new than it is now.