Roger Bannister RIP

I grew up listening to my parents talk of the legends that lit up the austerity of post-war Britain, two names that stood out because of the sheer magnitude of their achievements were Edmund Hillary and Roger Bannister. The latter died last weekend and is of course remembered for running the mile in less than four minutes. Instead of monetising the success, he retired from competitive athletics “to do something serious”, he had got what would have been called a proper job.

“Now that I am taking up a hospital appointment I shall have to give up international athletics. I shall not have sufficient time to put up a first-class performance. There would be little satisfaction for me in a second-rate performance, and it would be wrong to give one when representing my country.

He worked as a neurologist for the rest of his practicing life.

How times change.

Inspired by John Naughton

We can still admire his landmark run in May 1954.

Walter Becker RIP

I somehow managed to miss out on tickets for the forthcoming Steely Dan/Doobie Brothers gigs, they were on my musical bucket list and will have to remain there.

It was with great sadness that I read of the death of Walter Becker. The tributes will flow from those who are far more entitled to comment on the technical elements of the music that Steely Dan made. I just know their first four albums as the soundtrack of the years 1972-78 and that Reelin’ in the Years still makes me smile and want to dance. I remember the excitement that I felt when I managed to buy an import copy of the single at a wooden record shack in the Haymarket in Newcastle. I know I had it on the album but it was a great single, so when it played out it was finished, it didn’t merge into the next track – some of you will understand the feeling.

Had I realised that they were a “jazz” group it is doubtful I would have shown such interest or had such enjoyment. Thank goodness my ears were my only arbiters.

Richard Williams blog.

London Jazz News.

The Guardian

Once more:

Lefsetz on George Michael…

“Music, when done right, is undeniable. It doesn’t matter what the critics say, it doesn’t matter what you believed yesterday, it doesn’t matter what your friends have to say, you’re immediately infected, the sound just makes you feel good, puts a smile on your face, makes you glad to be alive.”

Full article here – worth a read.

Tony Cozier RIP

28f689a545b42ab060511ce61d0a2b57Never presume.

One of the wonderful things about radio is that you make your own mind up about the person whose voice you can hear and it’s rare that you get it right.

I first heard Tony Cozier’s voice commentating on cricket during the Headingly Test in August 1966, England were defeated by an innings and 55 runs despite a dogged partnership by Basil D’Olviera and Ken Higgs. I was at scout camp in the Vale of Glamorgan and I remember one of the older boys making a comment about the West Indian commentator that these days would be considered downright racist.

Tony Cozier was from Barbados and had the accent to prove it. It wasn’t until I went to Bristol to watch the WI v Pakistan match in the World Cup in 1999 and was able to see into the commentary box with binoculars whilst listening to Test Match Special with an earpiece that I realised that the man I presumed looked like Sobers, Hall or Lara was white.

He came to cricket comentary from journalism and it showed in his approach. His wonderful voice was part of the coverage of every West Indian tour, a knowledgable, informative and entertaining commentator who was able to see and acknowledge faults in his own team and deeply regretted their fall from the pinacle of world cricket. He also knew that was the way with sport.

Another part of the sound of summers has left us RIP Tony Cozier, a full obituary here.

“The people who fail try just as hard” – David Hepworth on Henry Worsley

The sad story of the demise of Henry Worsley  passed me by – I was probably too wrapped up in something oh so important.

Here’s David Hepworth’s take on things from his blog

Henry Worsley’s last message is a rare episode in the narrative of human accomplishment. It’s not often we get to hear the sound of somebody failing. But, as he says, the same thing happened to Ernest Shackleton. He shot his bolt. He came up short.

The same thing happens to most people who try difficult things. They fail. All political careers end in failure. The team trudging off the pitch disconsolate and empty-handed at the end of the big final tried just as hard as the team dancing with joy for the cameras.

Because we can’t face this truth we always tell ourselves that the winners – whether explorers, athletes, politicians, actors or scientists – won through because they tried harder and longer than anyone else. They didn’t. The only difference between the winners and the losers is this. They won.

and here is Henry’s last message, so dignified, so brave.






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Look out your window I can see his light…

In the week of David Bowie’s death there has been much outpouring of grief. Someone said to me on Tuesday, “ever since Diana the British seem to have taken to weeping and mass emotion after the death of someone / anyone famous”. A trifle cynical perhaps Mr B, but I don’t disagree.

Here is the most even-handed obituary that I have read, it’s by Richard Williams and those with a very long memory will remember him as the very first host of the Old Grey Whistle Test even before whispering Bob. Showing my age, I enjoyed Williams’ writing in the Melody Maker in the 70s and he still helps to shape my musical tastes.

I particularly like this piece and that he admits to not liking some of Bowie’s music particularly the Ziggy Stardust period.

For many years I dismissed David Bowie as a shallow opportunist. What was he doing that Andy Warhol and Lou Reed, conceptually and musically, hadn’t done with more wit and originality? I saw him at the Greyhound in Croydon in the summer of 1972, supported by Roxy Music in a pub room that can’t have held more than 200 people. He did the Ziggy Stardust thing, he and the band in full costume, and I didn’t care for it much.

Those particular songs still don’t do anything for me, but time sometimes dissolves prejudices and now I can see that what I took to be shallowness and opportunism were aspects of what we call the pop process: the way things evolve through mimesis and metamorphosis, adapting to their time. And the response to the sudden news of his death leaves no doubt of the profound impact he had on people whose lives were then in the process of being formed.

It continues here.

For me, I loved Ziggy Stardust & subsequent albums, wandered away during the Berlin trilogy due to a busy life but thought Let’s Dance etc was wonderful. A true artist who wasn’t afraid to try different things, to accept that sometimes they didn’t work, to learn from that and then move on.

My favourite lyric come from the song Bewlay Brothers on the album Hunky Dory. I have no idea what it means but I just love the words.

And my brother lays upon the rocks
He could be dead, he could be not, he could be you
He’s chameleon, comedian, Corinthian and caricature
Shooting up pie in the sky

RIP Mr Jones and thanks for all the times I helped the people dance with you.

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Aubrey Sheiham RIP

Photo_-_SheihamI was aware that Dr Sheiham’s views produced vitriolic opposition from a lot of people, for a lot of whom I had little respect. I did meet him, briefly, whilst I was doing my first job at The London Hospital in Whitechapel where he seemed to be held in high esteem. His first contentious paper was published during my student days in 1977 but his name really came to my attention when I started working in general practice in 1981. He was viewed by my principals as someone who wanted to take the bread from their mouths and whose views were seeking to undermine their means of making a living. One of these individuals had shared with me his way of making money from dentistry which were progressively large fillings followed by root canal treatment and crowns. I wouldn’t have chosen that route for my family or myself so I was pretty sure I didn’t share his views on Sheiham either. His paper had been published in the Lancet which my  brother, who was just about to publish his first research paper, assured me would not publish dodgy research.

Dentistry, like many walks of life, has never liked people who question the status quo, the respect for Dr Sheiham from his peers and research colleagues is clear in this piece from Cochrane UK.

The fact that he started in periodontology alongside one of my heroes the late Bernie Keiser only increases my respect. There was a cohort of “awkward squad” perio people that I was fortunate enough to encounter during the days when I was realising that there was a lot more to dentistry than amlagam and acrylic, turbines and forceps. So many of them died young too, Bernie, John Zamet, Marsh Midda and more recently Graham Smart.

One obituary was published in the Guardian:

No dentistry means unhealthy teeth; therefore more dentistry means healthier teeth. There may be some truth to the first part, but the epidemiologist Aubrey Sheiham, who has died aged 79, questioned the second – and got into a heap of trouble for doing so. In 1977 he published a paper in the Lancet reviewing the evidence for the six-monthly dental check-up. He concluded that it may well do more harm than good. Continues here.

Another in the Lancet

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