It is my Birthday today, and as I celebrate one more year on this planet and also mourns the fact that I am one year closer to my unavoidable death, I give you an article on someone that was laid to rest way too early.
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Bolan on love, hate and the Press
By Keith Altham
MARC BOLAN may not be one step ahead of the shoe-shine, but he has certainly been slandered, libelled, heard words you’ve never heard in the Bible — and all because he’s trying to keep his customers satisfied. Paul Simon, at least, would understand Bolan’s problems.
It seems that almost any time someone writes something now about Bolan the man, it is a case of canonisation or crucifixion — and the truth, as usual, seems to be between the two extremes.
No one, in fact, is more aware of the love-hate relationship being conducted by the Press, and certain sections of the public, than the man himself.
Says Bolan: “I’m aware that one week I’m on the front page of all the papers as a hero of the people, and then suddenly next week they’re trying to nail me to a cross.
“The week after that, I’m on the cover again because I’m selling papers.
“That doesn’t bother me from a business point of view because I can appreciate the reasons, but it does tend to make me a little cynical.
“I used to open up far more with the Press than I will now — I’d take certain reporters into my confidence and ask them not to print certain things and explain why — then they’d go right ahead and print them.
“I got hurt and angry. Now I watch what I say more carefully.
“I don’t expect the whole world to love me or my music, but when people turn round and infer I’m just in it for the money, I can’t help wondering what I was doing it for over the past seven years when I was skint.
“Every three months or so the criticism and the pressure really begins to build up and I get stretched to the point where I think ‘bollocks — Fuck ’em’, I`ll just give up and retire. But I can’t because it’s a part of me.
“Then I think about the genuine love and concern I get from so many young people, and I think why should I worry about what a few pretentious mentally-stunted students in their twenties are saying!”
ALL GOOD quotes folks, and taken right out of the context of a much longer feature for NME in the near future in which I was trying to get some degrees of perspective on Marc Bolan the person.
There are lots of other juicy bits and pieces, like the fact that he does not believe he has too long to live, which ought to be the silliest thing to make the papers world-wide since Paul McCartney hid in Scotland and everyone presumed him dead.
We can kill the “Is Marc sick?” rumours right here, because he is in perfect health, but the remark was just one of the interesting items he let drop in our two-hour session.
There were others, including his feelings about being invited to tour America shortly on a teen-package caravan being headed up by the legendary Dick Clark.
When I get the words down for all you NME faithfuls out there it is not to be a “Poor old Marc – no one understands him”; nor is it to be “Good old Marc, the saviour of rock and roll”.
It is not a look inside his head, because everyone has been doing that and trotting out the same presumptious interpretations.
I am not a Marc Bolan ‘fanatic’, in fact, neither am I his severest critic.
Personally I think Bolan’s music is “fun”, and I see no need to go much further than that in a criticial analysis. It was never necessary with the early Beatles, Stones or the Kinks either.
I do not think Marc Bolan really cares too much about doing anything else other than enjoying himself and communicating that joy to other people.
Marc Bolan is POP music, and if we have become so introspective and hyper-critical that we cannot recognise it, then it’s our hang-up not his.
If you had suggested ten years ago that Chuck Berry’s songs were socio-political, people would have laughed in your face. It is only in the passing of time that rock becomes an historical art-form by reflection. Right now it’s fun, entertainment.
JUST IN CASE I may have given the impression that Marc is sitting up in his London offices brooding, here are a few final words on the present position:
“I’m sorry if some of my actions upset people, but my head is absolutely clean inside, and I am honest about what I’m doing.
“I know it gives a lot of people a lot of pleasure. It’s my life, and I’m enjoying it more than ever before.
“I’m a rock and roll poet, man, who is just bopping around on the side, and I’m not Donny Osmond, and I’m not Engelbert Humperdinck, and if I get into those bags I would expect to be ripped off.
“What I do know is what I like and, if people are offended, they can switch off.”
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