Michael Eavis & Halitosis

Hell, it's Glastonbury 2009 all over the BBC, so felt I should share my Michael Eavis tale. It's a few years ago, and I went to Birmingham's NEC Arena to see Chuck Berry, Little Richard and Fats Domino. Alas, Fats was too ill to perform, but Chuck duckwalked, Little Richard queened, and I sat next to Michael Eavis. He was there, he told us, to check out Chuck for the traditional "what the fuck are they doing at Glastonbury" spot peopled by the likes of Tom Jones, Neil Diamond and Rolf Harris. Believing we could play a part in the line-up decision for that year's festival, we did our best to encourage him to book Berry - wouldn't you rather hear the original "Roll Over Beethoven" than some derivative indie act aportioning sections of it for their hot contemporary sound?


Obviously Mr Eavis failed to agree as Chuck was never to appear, and ever since all I've ever told people is that nice chap though Michael Eavis obviously is, that night he had breath that could strip a car bonnet from a yard away.

Hence halitosis.

Breaking The Silence

"Where have you been?" cries no-one.....

Despite earlier protestations to the contrary, I became horribly conscious of how this blog might be coming across - all "did I tell you about the time I met....?". Okay, so the blog title itself drives me in this direction to a degree, but I'm planning to break the pattern of virtual self-aggrandisement if only to spark a fresh interest in this thing for me.

Just in case anyone was wondering......

In the meantime, here's a song for you.



Chris