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The Word Magazine – It Shall Be Missed

I knew the day was coming a couple of weeks ago when I read on the magazines web site that the next edition of The Word would be the last and so when I handed over my money at WH Smith’s this morning, it was with some sadness. The variety of large chocolate bars on offer for one pound a piece in the shop did nothing to cushion the blow and besides, I never have much of a sweet tooth that early in the morning.

As Mark Ellen details in his last editorial, the current economic climate, competition with free media and the erosion of traditional advertising have made it impossible to sustain the publication. To quote Captain Darling from the final episode of Blackadder Goes Fourth when he too finds out that he’ll be going over the top,  – “Buggar”.

A couple of years ago I wrote a piece about why I thought Word was the best magazine around and nothing has changed my opinion since. The article can be found here and in fact led me to appearing on the highly regarded Word Podcast with Mark Ellen and David Hepworth. A most enjoyable hour it was too where amongst other things I argued the merits of Belle&Sebastian whom I had recently been working with, discussed various Scottish World Cup songs and even got in a mention of one of my favourite songwriters who has never got the attention he deserved, Bob Lind. The conversation we had that day in a room with no windows was the kind I could happily have any day of the week albeit with the hope that some of them might be in a room with a view. The podcast can be heard here. I also have Mark and David to thank for helping the promotion of my short film Timber! by way of including it in the Links We Like section of the weekly Word Newsletter and for giving me shelter at last years rain soaked Latitude Festival in the little Word Tent. I would later go back there for some free alcoholic punch which helped me no end in getting through the weekend in a windcheater not equipped to handle the conditions. Thank you gents, it made all the difference.

I always saw, along with many others in “The Word Massive” that the magazine was in tune with my musical and cultural tastes and this is again the case with the final edition. There is mention of one of my favourite albums, Nick Garrie‘s 1969 masterpiece The Nightmare of J.B. Stanislas, an article by Eamonn Forde on the art and science of the setlist and some great archive photos of my favourite band of them all, The Rolling Stones. I’ll enjoy those and more while perhaps even reading a little slower this time in the knowledge that this is indeed it. As Kurt Vonnegut would say, “so it goes… ” but as I would add, all too soon.

The Stone Roses – Heaton Park, Manchester

 

 

Whilst standing in Heaton Park, Manchester on Saturday waiting on The Stone Roses to take the stage I had already witnessed the usual goings on that go hand in hand with a huge open air music event. There were long queues for the toilets, overpriced food stalls, idiots throwing plastic bottles filled with piss and many punters drunk and stoned.

As the band came on and launched in to I Wanna Be Adored, everyone around us sang along while others shouted at those who thought it a good idea to get on peoples shoulders and obscure the view for the paying masses. The second song up was Mersey Paradise with somewhat fewer people knowing the lyrics and at some occasions, a sense of the melody. The big singalong was back though when Sally Cinnamon was aired but after that a strange thing began to happen, I started to ignore my surroundings and concentrate on the band themselves and the music they were playing. It was quite simply brilliant. There were of course a few things that the show could could have done without such as John Squire’s superfluous guitar jam at the end of Fools Gold or the addition of Something’s Burning to the live set which didn’t quite work in a field with 80,000 people in it.

Regardless, the musicianship was outstanding and Ian Brown’s vocals better than ever before. As a unit, they exceeded all expectations. This didn’t sound like a band reforming for money, it was a band with something to prove and right the wrongs of previous years. I’ve never been at a show with so many people dancing with a smile on their face, it was mass euphoria.  If I was to pinpoint one song in particular for special praise there would be plenty to choose from but the rendition of Don’t Stop was spellbinding, especially as is the case on the album, it followed on from the crowd singalong of Waterfall. It’s also worth repeating, even though we all know it to be the case, that Reni is the greatest drummer of his generation and for me the best ever. There will never be another who can attain such groove on a kit as him, I’d pay just to watch him drum alone.

I got seriously in to music at the age of 13 because of The Stone Roses and although I saw them in 1995,  it’s taken until now to see the original line up play together. It was genuinely worth the wait, somewhat magical.

Cathedrals For The Masses – The World Of The Football Stadium

Since I visited my first in 1983 as a very young boy, I have been somewhat in awe of football stadiums. It’s not something I’m particularly proud about nor ashamed, it is simply the case. I was taken along with my father and grandfather to see Hibernian play Aberdeen at Easter Road Stadium in Edinburgh on a cold October afternoon but before the teams even took to the field I was already marveling at the massed banks of terracing, floodlights and even the electronic scoreboard which didn’t work and would never work on all my return visits, of which there were many. It was actually a strange introduction to football as Hibs won 2-1 against an Aberdeen side managed by Alex Ferguson and who were at the time, the European Cup Winners Cup holders. As I was to quickly find out, seeing Hibs win wasn’t a regular experience but you have your team and you stick with them through thin and thinner. As I always say, being a Hibs and Scotland fan from an early age helps to harden your skin for the inevitable disappointments later life can throw at you. There is some tremendous archive footage of Easter Road taken in 1980 and can be seen here, the fact that it’s soundtracked by the Mogwai classic Hunted By A Freak is somewhat of an extra bonus.

Only two years later I would again see the two teams play one another but this time it was in the League Cup Final at Hampden Park. As far as the the actual game was concerned, it could only be described as an unmitigated disaster. Inside the first 12 minutes we were two nil down and would go on to lose three nil. This was obviously extremely disappointing for me and the many, many thousands of others who had travelled through from Edinburgh. However, on the plus side, the national stadium was a breathtaking sight to behold. It was no longer the biggest in the world as it had been before the Maracana was re-developed in Brazil but to a small child’s eyes and I’m sure a great many adult ones it still looked mightily impressive. It was huge, foreboding even, but totally captivating and the details all around intrigued me. The height of the floodlights, the massive roof covering one terrace behind the goal, the press box on top of the main stand which seemed to hang there regardless of the laws of gravity, the crush barriers on the terracing and the stanchions attached to the goalposts. I didn’t know at the time but I was in a city which at one point could claim to have the three biggest stadiums in the world (the other two being Celtic Park and Ibrox) and which was also the birthplace of Archibald Leitch, the pioneer of British stadium design. I didn’t need this extra information at the time to make the visual experience any more exhilarating however.

Although the stadiums I once visited no longer exist in their previous form due to vital modernisation they still hold a special place in my heart and I believe, an importance for society as a whole. Of all the buildings in the public realm, stadiums enjoy the highest profile – millions of people across the world worship at them every week, far more than can be found attending churches. But what do we really know about them and what makes a stadium special? Today the football ground can be regarded as among the most important buildings a city possesses. The stadium is much more than just steel framework, bricks and mortar – it embodies a club’s history, many of its major triumphs and disasters and is often as familiar to the fan as his or her local high street whilst providing a focus for the community. On a global scale, they act as symbols for a nation. Their architectural features can be viewed in the same light as a cathedral and can cause as much controversy as the latest modern sculpture to be discussed and dissected in the media. In recent history such celebrated architectural feats as the “Gherkin” building in London, the Scottish Parliament building in Edinburgh and the Millennium Centre in Cardiff ultimately lack the profound effect the stadium architects continue to have on the Britons who inhabit their structures. They are seen by many more on television in all corners of the planet while a game is being played but there are still many areas of interest to unearth long after the whistle has blown and the spectators have gone home.

Firstly there are the architectural and historical factors to take in to consideration such as the fact that some stadiums, or at least certain parts of them have acquired the status of listed buildings. Therein lies the reason that although Arsenal no longer play at Highbury the two main stands have been converted in to housing as opposed to being demolished. Then there is the sociological, why did certain areas of certain stadiums produce better atmospheres than others? Aside from perhaps the most obvious example of The Kop in Liverpool there was also The Jungle at Celtic Park and the Shelf at White Hart Lane to name just two more, there are countless others of course. Next there is the psychological, the idea of grounds as fortresses and the intimidation factors generated. It is perhaps unsurprising but not widely reported that the design of a ground can help or hinder the affect of the referee. This is examined in a Salford University research paper entitled “How stadium design affects football results” and details that if fans are further away from the pitch due to a running track, they are unable to exert as much psychological pressure on the referee than if they were closer. Lastly there is the political. The recent arguments over who should occupy the Olympic Stadium after the 2012 games in London ended up going straight to the heart of government. Before this and due to the disasters at Heysel, Bradford and Hillsborough, political legislation has had huge affect on the stadiums of the UK and beyond.

All areas of the UK have their own individual stadium stories and histories. To take one such area as an example, the north west of England, it becomes evident that the stories are as interesting as they are varied. For instance, Manchester United‘s Old Trafford has appeared in more feature films than any other British club ground. These films include  Charlie Bubbles starring Albert Finney (1968), Hell Is A City, with Stanley Baker and Donald Pleasance (1960), Billy Liar, starring Tom Courtenay and Julie Christie (1963) and The Lovers with Richard Beckinsale and Paula Wilcox (1972).  Less favourably, and going back a little further, this was also a club who in 1910 were christened “Moneybags United” due in part to other peoples jealousy as the ground contained a billiard room, massage room, a gymnasium, a plunge bath, a capacity of 80,000 and attendants to lead patrons to their five shilling tip up seats from the tea-rooms.

While Liverpool FC couldn’t quite boast the material wealth of their great rivals they are a club where the political and psychological aspects of football stadiums are intrinsically linked. In the history of stadium disasters Liverpool have been at the centre of two of the worst – Heysel and Hillsborough. Aside from the obvious emotional ramifications the disasters also had a huge affect on Anfield itself. For one it has meant that the most famous terrace in British football, The Kop, is now all seated.  It is also a terrace with a strange nautical history. When the Kop was extended and covered in 1928, the Kemlyn Road corner of the terrace saw a new landmark installed. It was a tall white flagpole, which had been the top mast of The Great Eastern, one of the first iron ships in the world whose maiden voyage was in 1860 but by 1888 lay broken up in the Mersey docks. When the Kop was completed, the surviving top mast was floated across the Mersey and hauled up to Anfield by a team of horses proving that re-cycling was happening long before the council decided to hand out bags to each household by way of an incentive for green living.

More strange yet fascinating stories can be found across Stanley Park at the home of Everton, Goodison Park. In 1913 the ground became the first to be visited by a ruling monarch when George V and Queen Mary came to inspect local school children there. Soon after the First World War the US baseball teams Chicago White Sox and the New York Giants played an exhibition match at the ground with one player managing to hit a ball straight over the main stand. The club even dealt with the problem of housing in close proximity to the ground in a swift and decisive way. In preparation for 1966 World Cup, they bought and demolished some terraced houses behind the Park End Stand in order to build a new entrance. A quick yet pragmatic action indeed. Famously, at one corner of the ground sits a church, St Luke the Evangelist. Proof if it were needed that the football stadium hasn’t completely replaced the church as the heart and focal point of the community.

The one complaint that some Evertonians may have nowadays is that although their stadium has maintained a traditional appearance, the old fashioned nature of Goodison doesn’t exactly lend itself to comfort and uninterrupted views. Conversely, a club who have seen a monumental volte-face in terms of spectator comfort and environs are Bolton Wanderers. Where now a Bolton Wanderers fan can marvel at the futuristic Reebok Stadium, the memory of the old Burnden Park is still vivid in many of their minds and was also immortalized in the L.S. Lowry painting Going To The Match. Furthermore, this was a ground where in its last few functioning seasons until demolition in 1999 had a brand new supermarket replace the traditional terrace behind one of the goals and begs the question, did supporters buy their groceries before or after taking in a match?

There are of course many more tales to uncover from football grounds not just in the north west of England but all over the UK and beyond. For those  seeking more information I would always direct them firstly to the excellent Football Grounds Of Great Britain by Simon Inglis and his follow up books The Football Grounds of Europe and Engineering Archie: Archibald Leitch – Football Ground Designer. There are also many web sites dedicated to football stadiums old and new with a good first port of call being The Football Ground Guide which contains information on existing stadiums, pictures and retrospectives on old ones and a message board for users to discuss all aspects of football ground culture. It was while browsing this busy message board some time ago that I realised I wasn’t alone in my secret passion, not alone by a long stretch.

Image – Football Ground Guide

The Big Triumvirate – Football, Culture and Nostalgia

I’ve been listening to quite a few debates on the radio recently concerning The World Cup and in particular the proposed introduction of goal line technology. I’m all for it as the absence of it has shown the multi-million pound tournament to be a tad farcical as a result. There have been many other debates flying around especially after England‘s exit at the hands of Germany. The whole country has been in a state of disbelief as to how such a bunch of talented players can’t perform on the world stage which has in turn led to a bout of national depression. As a Scot this is something I can fully empathise with. When Scotland have qualified for major tournaments in the past, they have gone there with hope and expectation which ultimately lead to failure and disappointment.

It’s at times such as these that culture can become even more of a trusted friend. Quite simply, a great album, book or film will never let you down. Conversely, a football team, even if you are Brazilian, will. I’m not sure how the millions who watched England being eliminated from the World Cup dealt with the blow of being dumped out the cup to a superior German side but I would imagine plenty alcohol was used as a crutch. This is fine for a short period of time but as Morrissey so presciently put it – “I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I’m miserable now”. I have walked home from watching football matches in the past with a hangover kicking in after seeing my team lose. It’s not a lot of fun. Over time I have learned to go straight for a piece of art that keeps on giving. It might be Forever Changes by Love or Marquee Moon by Television. It could be a dvd of All The President’s Men or The Lives Of Others. It may be a battered old copy of L’Etranger by Albert Camus or a relatively new copy of John Niven‘s Kill Your Friends. Point being, these examples and countless others will not let you down at any time but are especially welcome when dealing with sporting disaster. I hope this helps at least some of those who are despondent at their teams premature exit from the World Cup. There is another avenue to go down for comfort and that is nostalgia. Harking back to a time when your team were much better is understandable and it got me thinking about some of the things I miss about the football of yesteryear. Here are three examples -

1. I miss walking to a football ground as a young kid and getting a rush of excitement at the first sight of floodlight pylons in the distance, such as those of the old Hampden Park below.

2. I miss the design classic that was the Adidas Tango football. Still the greatest match ball ever.

3. I miss the fact that there was a time when you could buy replica football tops that weren’t emblazoned with a sponsors name thus maintaining a simplistic yet cool aesthetic.

Image 1 – www.urbanglasgow.co.uk

Image 2 – www.doncastergraphicdesign.com

Image 3 – www.oldfootballshirts.com