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Erk Alors!
Friday, January 27th, 2012 01:56 pmI have no idea what brought it to mind this morning, but as soon as it popped up in my head, I was off on a nostalgia break that led me to rediscover that old stalwart of the New Musical Express, Th’Lone Groover.
Drawn and written by Tony Benyon, Th’Lone Groover was a regular feature of the NME back in the mid 70s until sometime after I gave up on the publication in the early 80s. Toward the end of that period, which was still sometime before it completely lost its street cred, the Groover was often the only thing in the publication worth reading.
I had assumed that with the passage of years, El Maestro had retired to his room for life in the home for the chronically groovy. Whatever his fate all those years ago, I am gratified to see that someone has started a blog dedicated to this marvellous world weary creation, into which so much contradictory hope, bile, frustration and disappointment at the operation and direction of the music industry was poured.
In the immortal words of th’dude, “Mucho, mucho, mucho marvy”
In other news and from around the same time, but over in the now defunct Sounds, a young Alan Moore (remember him?) was chronicling the activities of one Roscoe Moscow in “Who Killed Rock’n’Roll?”
Drawn and written by Tony Benyon, Th’Lone Groover was a regular feature of the NME back in the mid 70s until sometime after I gave up on the publication in the early 80s. Toward the end of that period, which was still sometime before it completely lost its street cred, the Groover was often the only thing in the publication worth reading.
I had assumed that with the passage of years, El Maestro had retired to his room for life in the home for the chronically groovy. Whatever his fate all those years ago, I am gratified to see that someone has started a blog dedicated to this marvellous world weary creation, into which so much contradictory hope, bile, frustration and disappointment at the operation and direction of the music industry was poured.
In the immortal words of th’dude, “Mucho, mucho, mucho marvy”
In other news and from around the same time, but over in the now defunct Sounds, a young Alan Moore (remember him?) was chronicling the activities of one Roscoe Moscow in “Who Killed Rock’n’Roll?”