Showing posts with label Neil Innes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Neil Innes. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 18, 2025

Alan Bennett on Dudley Moore and jazz


Alan Bennett is happily still with us, but his diaries no longer appear in the Guardian and the London Review of Books. I believe I read somewhere that he has said his life is too uneventful these days to be of interest, but if anything exciting happens he will be in touch.

Here he is in 2003, writing just after the death of his Beyond the Fringe colleague Dudley Moore:
30 March. Obituary of Dudley M. in yesterday’s Independent by Harry Thompson, the biographer of Peter Cook, whose side one might therefore expect him to take. Instead Thompson very much takes Dudley’s line on himself: namely, that he was only brought into Beyond the Fringe as a musical afterthought. 
In fact he came in as the acknowledged star of the Oxford cabaret circuit, and right through the run of Beyond the Fringe remained the darling of the audience. Cheerful, extrovert and on his own musical ground very sure of himself, he only started to play up the melancholy and portray himself as a tortured clown, a line journalists are always happy to encourage, after he’d teamed up with Peter and subsequently gone into analysis or psychotherapy. 
Obviously Dudley did get sadder as he got older and coping with Peter’s drunkenness can have been no joke. But portraying himself as shy, put upon and intimidated by Jonathan, Peter and to a lesser extent myself was a construction that came later. On and off the stage during Beyond the Fringe he was sunny, social and effortlessly successful. A sad clown he wasn’t.
Later Bennett thinks again about the subject:
We all professed to like jazz, though it was not as modish as it had been for the generation of Larkin and Amis a few years before. Jazz was no longer the anthem of youth and disaffection. ... 
Still, we would go along to hear Dudley play, particularly when Peter Cook’s The Establishment opened in New York. ...  But knowing nothing of its history or development and never having listened to it much, I was baffled and bored by jazz, while Jonathan Miller’s experience of it didn’t stretch much beyond undergraduate hops where it served as a background to his vigorous though uncoordinated attempts to jive.
Perhaps because he was the youngest of the four of us Peter’s lack of interest in jazz was the most obvious, though he would later have heard a good deal more of Dudley’s playing than Jonathan or I did. When in old clips of Not Only ... But Also Dudley is seen playing or parodying jazz as the play-out at the finish, Peter will sometimes be standing by the piano with a sophisticated smile, clicking his fingers to what he hopes may be the beat. 
This was both a pose and a piss-take but it came closer to the reality than Peter would perhaps have liked to admit. ...
None of which is of much interest except to make plain that whatever the public’s appreciation of his musical talent, Dudley was nevertheless corralled for four years with three other performers who didn’t share his enthusiasm and then for ten or a dozen years more with Peter who regarded his music as at best an interlude between the comedy. 
So when later in life with that slightly aggrieved air with which he discussed his early career Dudley complained of being unappreciated by his colleagues in Beyond the Fringe, this was partly what it was about.
The video above, parodying at once Benjamin Britten's composition and Peter Pears' singing, shows Moore's brilliance.

By all accounts, Pears found it very funny, while Britten was not at all amused - much as John Lennon enjoyed the Rutles much more than Paul McCartney did. But then the piece's title, Little Miss Britten, was surely what we would now call homophobic.

Wednesday, June 14, 2023

The man who wrote Jollity Farm later played Uncle Staveley in
I Didn't Know You Cared

On Twitter today Wayne Cowling provided one of the greatest trivial facts ever. Let's award it Trivial Fact of the Month for starters.

As a reader of this blog, you will, of course, be familiar with the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band track Jollity Farm.

You will also have fond memories of the BBC sitcom I Didn't Know You Cared, which was written by the incomparable Peter Tinniswood.

But did you know that Leslie Sarony, who wrote Jollity Farm in 1929, played Uncle Staveley ("I heard that, pardon?") in the fourth and final series of I Didn't Know You Cared in 1979?

I may have to go and lie down.

Wednesday, September 07, 2022

Death Cab for Cutie owe their name to Simon Hoggart's father

I like to think that my readers are the sort of people who know that the American band Death Cab for Cutie named themselves after a track from the Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band's first LP.

But where did the Bonzos get it from?

The blog Idiotic Hat explains:
The title comes from The Uses of Literacy, a rather solemn book by Richard Hoggart about working class education and the dilemma of the "scholarship boy", stranded in an uncomfortable limbo between his class of origin and his class of aspiration. I used to own (and may even have read) this book, in its blue-spined Pelican paperback incarnation. 
In a moment of uncharacteristic inspiration, it seems Hoggart made up the title "Death Cab For Cutie" as an example of the sort of trashy gangster movie that typified popular culture (he didn't much like popular culture), simply because the publisher wouldn't let him use any real ones.
And, Richard Hoggart was the father of the Simon Hoggart, the political sketchwriter, who died three months before him.

The judges were unanimous in making this our Trivial Fact of the Day, though they did add a rider deploring what Idiotic Hat says about Neil Innes.

Monday, July 06, 2020

Six of the Best 941

Melissa Black argues that our system for diagnosing mental disorders doesn’t work and offers a humane, clinically sound alternative,

"'Build build build; is the wrong starting point. Planning is dominated by a target of building 300,000 homes each year, and the prime minister’s rhetoric reinforces that narrative. But one simple quantity metric on housing is dangerous and limiting when planning encompasses so much more." Alister Scott calls for any changes to the planning system to take account of the full range of problems we face.

Should the Guardian be accepting a subsidy from this government? asks Brain Cathcart.

Jonn Elledge reveals that the rise of outdoor socialising has exposed a previously hidden problem: the UK has privatised its toilets. 

"Take Hold My Hand for example. Three pitch-perfect harmonies, a driving percussive section and a palette of colourful guitars and the result is a pop song that stands nicely with many of the tracks Badfinger, ELO and, even, Wings released around the same time." Eoghan Lyng says 1978's 'The Rutles' album is a classic in its own right.

Stuart Broad is not guaranteed a start in Wednesday's first test, but Sam Morshead offers seven reasons why we should love him.

Wednesday, November 06, 2019

The Bonzos get their Doo Dah back



Good news from the Evening Standard:
Sixties rock legends The Bonzo Dog Band have won a legal battle to put the Doo Dah back into their name.
I blogged about this affair back in July.

Now let's celebrate with the jolliest song I know.

Sunday, September 01, 2019

The Bonzos: I'm Going to Bring a Watermelon to My Girl Tonight



With our affairs at a low ebb, it is time to cheer the nation up:
I brought my girl an apple
She let me hold her hand.
I brought my girl an orange
We kissed beneath the band.
I brought my girl bananas
She let me squeeze her tight.
I'm going to bring a watermelon
To my girl tonight.
You can hear Neil Innes in an edition of the music podcast The Word talking about the early days of the Bonzos and the joy they found in discovering songs like this on unwanted 78s .

Oh and don't forger to help save the Bonzos.