Click on the image above to see an excerpt from an interview I had with the Brighton Arts Magazine, about me, my father, Arthur Brown and my book Damaged Goods.
The Power of Music
In the musical world of today, it’s easy to forget that the protest song once had real bite, to the extent that its singers were ostracised, relentlessly hounded by the establishment and jailed, or forced to live abroad.
On occasion the government would be clever and let the mood rise, until the ensuing violence that boiled over became the focus of attention, rather than the initial subject of the protest.
Have we forgotten because we have, as perhaps was planned, become immune to and lazy about conflict, or is it that the governments have realised that the best way to dilute protest in music is to ignore it, and to give numbing overkill coverage in the media? It must also be said More >
I miss this band…I was very lucky to have seen and met them so many times…x
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Here’s a diary of sorts from my weekend at Glastonbury 2011, with my father, the singer Arthur Brown, The God of Hellfire.
I wasn’t going to go this year, but at the last minute, Arthur rang me and had one spare backstage pass for the weekend and was I sure? After talking with my girlfriend Amanda, I didn’t have to think for too long and hopped on the train down to Lewes to meet him.
We drove from there in Arthur’s car, which was an experience; Arthur drives like he lives, and Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassady would have been proud of him! It’s probably the longest journey we’ve ever taken together and we got some good talking done. He’d got us a house to stay at, in the village of Pilton, just next to the Glastonbury Festival site and we arrived mid afternoon. We had the neccessary resident’s pass to get into the village and after parking and removing the travel cases containing his stage gear, including the Fire helmet, we went in through the gate. More >