This is an interview with the singer / songwriter Fish. It was conducted on the "Weltschmerz / Clutching At Straws Tour 2018".
20th anniversary tour of misplaced childhood. All rights reserved to The Chocolate Frog Record Company ltd/ derek w Dick - Fish / lead vocals - Frank Usher / lead guitar - Andy Trill / guitar - Tony Turrell / keyboards - Steve Vantsis / bass - John Tonks / drums - Deborah French / backing vocals TrackList: Cd One: 01. Big Wedge (6:25) 02. Moving Targets (7:16) 03. Brother 52 (5:00) 04. Goldfish and Clowns (6:49) 05. Raingods Dancing (4:46) 06. Wake Up Call (Make It Happen) (3:18) 07. Innocent Party (5:07) 08. Long Cold Day (6:26) 09. Credo (8:04) Cd Two: 01. Pseudo Silk Kimono (2:35) 02. Kayleigh (4:04) 03. Lavender (2:57) 04. Bitter Suite: Brief Encounter / Lost Weekend / Blue Angel (8:28) 05. Heart of Lothian: Wide Boy / Curtain Call (5:26) 06. Waterhole (Expresso Bongo) (1:58) 07. Lord of the Backstage (1:52) 08. Blind Curve: Vocal Under a Bloodlight / Passing Strangers / Mylo / Perimeter (13:04) 09. Childhoods End? (4:33) 10. White Feather (4:45) 11. Incommunicado (5:10) 12. Market Square Heroes (6:58) 13. Fugazi (9:38)
Official music video. Credo was the second single, released in December 1991 from "Internal Exile", my second solo album released a few months earlier. The lyrical idea was again a hangover from the Dalnaglar sessions with Marillion in '88 but didn't really come into shape until early '91 soon after the birth of my daughter Tara on January 1st who I can remember cradling in my arms while watching the "shock and awe" of the first Gulf War explode on my TV screen and wondering just what kind of world I had introduced her into. There was a lot of anger in me at that time after a debilitating and expensive legal battle with EMI records that wouldn't conclude until April of that year combined with an ongoing court case with my former band members in Marillion over various financial and other issues. It was a difficult time and I had perhaps foolishly decided to build my own recording studio amongst all this confrontation and the immense drain on my finances in order to give me creative independence away from major labels I had been beholden to. The "Internal Exile" album was the first album to be recorded in my own studios with Chris Kimsey (Misplaced Childhood, Clutching at Straws) producing. As expected the writing sessions had been strained as I came to terms with my "difficult" second solo album during this insanely stressful period. I channelled my anger into the songs and tried to look outward rather than inward. The album became a mixed bag of song subject matters and styles as I was slightly overwhelmed by my freedom and at the same time searching for a new direction and identity. The album had the original title of "Internal Exile - a collection of a boys own stories" with the cover , designed by Mark Wilkinson, reflecting the composition of a book cover of the sort of compendium I used to be given at Christmas when I was younger. "Credo" was born from a certain feeling of helplessness and frustration after watching too much satellite television of a world in chaos. The religious allusion in the lyric harked back to a desperate last ditch dependence on prayer in the face of total adversity and what I knew in reality was the uselessness of it all. The line, "It don't mean nothing" in the lyric was inspired by a scene in the movie "Hamburger Hill" when soldiers created a mantra to deal with the pain of loss of a close comrade. With the first Gulf War raging it seemed apt! It was a question of faith to which I still don't have the answer.
Hobble on the Cobbles 2007, Market Square Aylesbury. Watch Fish and Marillion perform "Market Square Heroes" at www.buckstv.co.uk
Artista: Marillion Álbum: Misplaced Childhood Released:: 1985 Genre: Rock Style: Pop Rock Notes Produced for Wonderknob Ltd. Tamara Nowy, a German model who appeared in the " Kayleigh " "Kayleigh" is a song by the British neo-progressive rock band Marillion. It was released as the first single from the concept album Misplaced Childhood. It remains the group's most successful single in terms of chart position, becoming a number two hit. It was kept from the UK number one spot by charity single "You'll Never Walk Alone" by supergroup The Crowd in the summer of 1985. It also made the top 10 in Ireland, Norway and France. "Kayleigh" is the band's sole appearance on the USA's Billboard Hot 100, hitting number 74 in October 1985. The song received a great deal of media exposure in the UK. 41 Independent Local Radio stations in Britain had the track A-rated on their playlists and it became the most played single on BBC Radio 1. The band also made appearances on television shows such as Wogan and Top of the Pops. The promotional video for the single was shot in Berlin, where the Misplaced Childhood album was recorded, and featured Tamara Nowy, a German woman who subsequently married lead singer Fish, and Robert Mead, the boy portrayed on the sleeve of the album and the single. Tracklist Kayleigh (Extended Version) 4:05 Companies, etc. Manufactured By – EMI Records Ltd. Phonographic Copyright (p) – EMI Records Ltd. Copyright (c) – EMI Records Ltd. Published By – Marillion Music Published By – Charisma Music Published By – Chappell Credits Artwork – Mark Wilkinson Producer – Chris Kimsey Written-By – Marillion Marillion Music / Charisma Music / Chappell ℗ 1985 Original sound recording(s) made by EMI Records Ltd. © 1985 EMI Records Ltd.
From album "A Feast of Consequences" (2013)
Nice to see Fish at the Marquee. I love the subtitles near the start...
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I was inspired to write this lyric after my father died in May 2016. He was a strong, proud, well-respected man who, like most of us, found growing old difficult. When he reached his mid 80's he was becoming a shadow of his former self and in the last few months of his life he relied more and more on his trusty walking stick to get around. After he left us I found it hard to look at any old men walking with a stick. I started to think about our relationships with sticks in our lives and how they go from being associated with fun and play to becoming something more sinister and symbols of power eventually supporting us as our strength weakens and old age takes its toll. LYRICS Old man checks his rear view mirror, wispy hair, familiar eyes Journeys alone, unsure of the exit, straddling lanes his signals ignored Deaf to the horns, blind to the anger, stalled in the traffic of a fast moving world The Man with a stick Long rod dipping fishing hollows, short sword slays the ranks of weeds Bat of ash on the edge of a diamond the kiss of willow before tumbling bails Rock n’roll snares, cheerleading batons, the pencil scratches on an empty page A pointer raps on a cloudy blackboard, a cane taps time on an outstretched palm Learning the lessons, reciting the mantra that sparing the rod is spoiling the child Says a man with a stick, watch the man with the stick, the man with the stick And you force back the tears; stand in the corner listening to the sniggering of so called friends Hold the pain in a fist, stare back in defiance, and vow to yourself that they won’t hit you again Stifled your hate, channelled the anger, snuck in the system and bided your time You tightened your lip, accepted the beatings and they measured you up for a uniform , you fitted the uniform Then they gave you a stick. A Knobkerrie and a bloodied shillelagh in calloused hands take the lions down Pick axe hafts and hickory truncheons cracking the skulls on the picket lines Bamboo staffs and sjambok switches, cudgels bludgeoning hearts and minds Clearing the streets of a burning township, scattering crowds from a city square Herding the queues of the weak and the hungry, testing the will of the few who dare face the man with the stick You dealt out the blows following orders, the questions were left for another time You held it inside; absolving your conscience laid all the blame on the ‘powers that be’ You gave them your all, got a watch and a bungalow, mothballed the uniform and faded away Lost all you loved, withered and vulnerable, abandoned your car at the side of the road at the end of the road, your fate unavoidable The son becomes the man The man with a stick, a man with a stick. Old man follows cracks in the pavements, leans weary at the end of days Unsteady, checking his balance shuffles along on his lonely trail The man with a stick