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THE BONZO DOG DOO-DAH BAND
Shepherds Bush Empire, London, November 18th 2006 |
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I’m
standing in a queue that’s snaking round the
side of the Shepherds Bush Empire, just like I did
ten
months ago at the Pickle Factory (actually it
was much much colder that night) when I was waiting
to see the Bonzo
Dog Dooh Da Band perform a one-off
40th Anniversary concert. Shortly afterwards I reported
there were rumours that the seven remaining Bonzos
were thinking of touring – unwise as it seemed
to me. |
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they ever recreate the nostalgic wonder of that
“pinch me was I really there night”?
How could they take such a gloriously chaotic shambles
out onto the road? And how would a group of barking
sixty-somethings (Vernon Dudley Bohay-Nowell is
73) endure the rigours of a rock and roll lifestyle?
Well it’s night number twelve, the last of
the tour, we’re upstairs on the first floor
(standing in one of the best spots in the whole
theatre) of a packed–out Bush (with a surprising
and pleasingly mixed age profile, including a few
celebrity comedians and a clutch of Blockheads)
brimming with excitement, and we’re just about
to find out. |
| Phil
the Bonzos’ truck-driver is next to us manning
a spotlight, which is what he does when he’s
not doing the truck thing. Phil rates tours by trucks
– he’s just been out with Razorlight
(six trucks) and tomorrow (he hasn’t been
home since early October) he’s off with Snow
Patrol (eight trucks). After Christmas he’s
got Kylie. He’s missing the after-show because
he’s got to get the truck up to Bedford to
unload. But he’s enjoyed the Bonzos (one truck)
tour – “different every night”,
“what a great bunch of old geezers”,
“they even slept for four nights on the bus”,
“I’ve never laughed so much in my life”,
“you never quite know what’s going to
happen next”. He’s right. |
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It’s
an expanded band – at the core are the
Bonzos - Neil
Innes, Roger Ruskin Spear, Rodney Slater,
“Legs”
Larry Smith, Sam Spoons, Vernon Dudley Bohay
Nowell and Bob Kerr. But there’s a four
piece rhythm section (including Andy Roberts)
and fronting on guitar and occasional vocals is
former World Party bassist, session man to the
stars and sometime Bootleg Beatle David Catlin-Birch.
He takes on some of the Viv Stanshall crooning
parts very well, like song number two, ‘By
a waterfall’, where the Slater/Ruskin Spear/Kerr
brass section also announce their intention to
play – watched with great pleasure, by the
rest of the band. There’s a lot of watching
going on – you can see the faces of the
whole band, taught with tension and the fear of
impending doom every time Ruskin Spear takes on
one of his gadgets (and he has trouser-press,
Theremin leg, robots, electric torsos –
the whole bloody lot except the famous wah-wah
rabbits) melt into grins of delight when they
all work. At the side of the stage (when they’re
not performing) Adrian Edmondson and Phil Jupitus,
who’ve been on the whole tour, have their
eyes glued on the band. And there’s a lot
of pleasure in their own performance – hysterical
laughter as Bohay-Nowell camps up ‘Falling
in love again’, and when Kerr and Sam Spoons
perform the ventriloquist routine on ‘Little
Sir Echo’ – “I was laughing
so much I couldn’t hold the camera still’
said the Photographer. If you want to know what
Jupitus thought about it then you can read his
tour
diary, all laughter, tears and more laughter.
At
the Astoria the set was divided into the trad-jazz
half and the rock and roll half. Here the songs
are matched and mixed to much better effect. And
Innes is relieved of the pressure of doing so
many of the vocals (difficult for him as he has
a fairly one dimensional voice) by Catlin-Birch,
a far more prominent “Legs” Larry
Smith (‘Jollity Farm’, ‘Monster
Mash’) and Edmondson, who in addition to
reprising his ‘I’m bored’ and
‘The strain’, and the brilliant ‘My
pink half of the drainpipe’ introduced the
second half with a full version of ‘We are
normal’ and later dueted with Ruskin-Spear
on a near-perfect ‘Trouser press’.
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| He
also played trumpet on ‘Jazz delicious hot,
disgusting cold’ – a wonderful ensemble
piece. Jupitus played a lot more guitar (he’s
following the trend set by the cognoscenti and has
swapped his lovely Fender Telecaster for a Gretsch),
bellowed his way with aplomb through ‘Mr Apollo’,
‘Tent’, ‘Rockaliser baby’
and ‘Canyons of your mind’ (in Elvis
suit) and also ‘Big shot’. Paul Merton
joined and had a bash at ‘Rhinocratic oaths’
but couldn’t match Stephen Fry’s Astoria
performance, and Bill Bailey sang Keynsham while
Sam Spoons juggled with boxes. Purist (Puritan?)
Bonzo fans have apparently debated the rights and
wrongs of the star performers taking part, but to
be frank the
Bonzos would not have managed without them –
they not only helped make up for the missing Stanshall
but gave the band an edge they would not easily
have found themselves, and they didn’t hog
the limelight. Not even Edmondson, dressed in the
parrot suit, carefully reading the sign ‘Crowd
surfing can be dangerous’ before launching
himself out into the elderly mosh (“Hang on,
I’m going to find a patch where there aren’t
too many geriatrics, I don’t want them to
drop me”). |
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And if the Astoria was really a ‘being there’
sort of moment, then this was a far more satisfactory
comedic performance, a better balanced set. A more
thoughtful range of songs (so we also got ‘What
do you do’ and ‘Busted’ that were
missing from the Astoria), and some excellent comedy
moments, generally all very well timed. True there
were a few fluffed words here or there, forgotten
solos and bum notes but overall is was as much as
anyone could have hoped for. And to see these seven
elderly, and generally rather distinguished looking
gentlemen perform ‘Music for a head ballet’
was a moment to be treasured. Well – they
all were really. At the end of ‘Busted’
the band were ushered from the stage by some unlikely
looking policemen, leaving an apparently forgotten
Bohay-Nowell playing (bizarrely) ‘Silent night’
on his saw. Then all returned for multiple ovations,
applause, cheering and not a few tears, after which
Ruskin-Spear returned to an empty stage for one
final, perfectly executed joke, and that was it.
Beaming smiles all round. Phil the Bonzos’
truck-driver rushed off to pack his truck. We went
home, and accompanied by some of Scotland’s
finest midnight wine watched the rather disappointing
video of the Astoria gig (twice as I recall). But
hold on! There were cameras all over the Bush. A
new DVD is in the offing – and if it’s
ever released then go out and buy it. There might
never be a next time, but on the other hand …-
Nick Morgan (photographs by Kate and Nick's
Nokia) |
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