It’s coming up again – the anniversary of Stuart Adamson’s death. And every year, I start thinking about him, his music, and what could have been,
He’s the one with the bagpipey guitar band, right? One hit wonder?
Well, true. If you ignore the The Skids. And how BC developed over the years. And The Raphaels. And Driving to Damascus.
He came from Dunfermline; well, born in Manchester, but everyone in Fife claimed him. My Dad, who is Fife born and bred (you don’t follow the Pars and the Blue Brazl otherwise) says so, and Da introduced me to him. The Crossing, on cassette, in the Renault 14 when he took my brother and me to work with him at Sunningdale. That, and Making Movies.
I saw BC at De Montfort on the ‘Why the long face?” tour. Then with Dad when they were supported by The Alarm. Among the best concerts I’ve been to. They were a band who connected with their audience in a way that few I’ve seen have.
So what’s the music about then? Well, it’s better than popular opinion would have you believe. Adamson is a good guitarist; actually, he’s very very good, and Watson » Continue Reading.