Musing on tragedy

WE have an inclination to muse and dwell upon tragedy, even assocating ourselves with the Facebook pages and liking the campaigns they spawn: for there is nothing more poignant than not being able to express how a distant, remote figure has been able to touch us, lift us, or even just make us smile with what they did in the public eye.

Of course there is the faux fawning associated by Royal wrecks and celebrity no-marks when they shake off the mortal coil. But when a muscian - and I mean a true musician of any genre - passes it sparks off a reflection.

Too often this glosses over the idiosyncracies and flaws of that musician, not reflecting that it is those same idiosyncracies and flaws that were part of the genius.

That is partly why I have been a little reluctant to post about Gary Moore's recent tragic death.

I had the privilege to see Mr Moore play to a packed Ulster Hall in the 80s, at a gig during which he was joined for the encore by one Mr Phil Lynott.

It was during Mr Moore's metal phase. Whatever inspired Mr Moore to beef up his sound, gather journeymen hard rockers like Bob Daisley around him and go all metal, it was an electric evening, A sign that I am getting old is that I can remember most of the set, but not the surname of fellow Boy's Model pupil Jeff with whom we went into town to get autographs (whatever happened to my old biker jacket that had all the autographs on the lining...) from the band.

Asides from Moore's output in the 80s and his Lizzy contribution - Black Rose being a true highlight for both Lizzy and Moore - I will not profess to be one of his 'biggest fans'. If as many on various posts and tweets were his greatest fans then all his albums would have sold millions each and every year.

But that is a petty thought, and one that deserves noting but nothing else.

Mr Moore was a true guitarist guitarist. I never really 'got' the Colliseum II jazz-rock, and found the blues stuff had amazing playing but not totally to my tastes, but no-one could, or should ever deny that Mr Moore was a great among axe-slingers of any generation. This was a man, who as a 16-year-old was playing with the proto-Lizzzy Skid Row, and churned out an amazing variety of styles throughout his career with a deceptively easy virtuousity.

And he was 'ours'. It seems a little bit silly to 'claim' a man as a city's own, but as journalist Gary Grattan put it on Facebook, for Northern Ireland's guitarists "he was our George Best".

Yes, he was indeed. That may seem over-egging the pudding to those that cannot see past the latest Murdoch output of celebs and footie hype, but Gary Moore touched people through his talent. I may not have been a total devotee, but I know that the city should honour, revere and mark his contribution.

The campaign to have a statue erected in his honour in the city centre deserves to be successful.

Whether the good burghers of City Hall will see that is the case is dubious, but at least we should commend the fact that such staid men and women have at least opened a book of condolences in City Hall.

Mr Moore, thank you for your music, thank you for one electric, unforgettable night at the Ulster Hall, and thank you for sharing your Belfast born talent with the world. My sincerest condolences to your family and friends.

ENDS

PS - to the reporter who wrote that piece in The Sun about Mr Moore having died after a binge, only to be proved wrong within hours when the post-mortem showed Mr Moore died of natural causes: I suspect you won't have the guts to recant your vile article, nor will your employers print a detailed retraction or apologise to Mr Moore's family. Just like Hillsborough never let the truth interfere with lower than gutter reporting! It sullies the name of every proper, honest journalist that you and your colleagues breathe the same air.

Rockers and physics

Some of the more curious amongst us have been paying attention to the huge physics experiement in Switzerland to find all sorts of missing particles, dark energy, extra dimensions. While the sheer scale of the Large Hadron Collider is enough to qualify as Heavy Metal there is a weird link to hard rock and even good old Belfast 80s Metal...

One of the physicists involved - and fronting much of the BBC coverage - is Brian Cox. Dr Brian Cox was keyboard player for Dare . Dare was a spin-off band fronted by former Thin Lizzy keyboard player Darren Wharton.

Cox played keyboards with Dare for two years before quitting music to study astrophysics and other really hard thinking stuff.

Dare played in Belfast in eith 1986/1987 supporting Gary Moore on his Out in the Fields Tour, which featured an appearance from the late great Phil Lynott singing on Parisenne Walkways and Out in The Fields.

See, if you look very, very closely you'll find links to rock and metal and Belfast everywhere - even in weird science.

SAD FOOTNOTE: Cox's brief hard rock CV is tarnished by the fact that while an undergraduate he joined D-Ream and helped record that annoying fucking record 'Things Can Only Get Better'. Well if the Large Hadron Collider goes wrong they sure as hell won't get better as the world will disappear up the backside of a rapidly growing black hole...and Slipknot's album 'All Hope is Gone' will be much more appropriate. On that happy note...if the world hasn't ended by the time you're reading this...see y'all at a gig soon

PS: If they had the sense to read Douglas Adams' Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy they'd know the answer to Life, The Universe and Everything is 42!