Archives for August 2008

Rebellion is all about context. And if your name is Jazz Domino Holly Mellor and your late father was the former singer with The Clash, then the road to revolution is going to be an interesting one. So for Jazz, the mission seems to be about re-inventing community and reclaiming the value of the Women's Institute.

It seems like an unlikely mission, but there's a method here. The Shoreditch Sisters create sock monkeys, swap knitting patterns and may be partial to the occasional cup cake, but there's also an attitude in their method, that goes beyond mere thrift and sensible housekeeping. So in a sense, the Viva Cake events are essentially rock and roll and only a few web clicks away from more racey entertainment.

Coming from a bohemian family, Jazz had to backtrack several generations to find a matriarch who could pass on the knitting skills. You suspect that the impulse to reinvigorate a forgotten ethos came from a more immediate blood-line. The Shoreditch Sisters discuss conspiracy theories, investigate the ethics of the fashion industry and arrange bake-offs. How can this be a bad thing?

Henry McCullough, his music and his alarming lifestyle make me want to quote from Joseph Conrad. So here goes: "he had made that last stride, he had stepped over the edge... perhaps all the wisdom and all truth and all sincerity are just compressed into that inappreciable moment in time in which we step over the threshold of the invisible."

Henry has overdosed a few times, he has journeyed with Paul McCartney and he famously flew into Woodstock in an army helicopter in the company of freaks and acid eaters. He had a daliance with Janis Joplin, he copped a heroin habit and he almost hacked off his guitar-playing tendons with a carving knife.

He is our shaman, our metaphorical Man In Black. He gives regular prayers to Hank Williams, a kind of spirit walker and musical touchstone. All we need now is a few profound songs to articulate Henry's journey on the Lost Highway. And on his new record, 'Poor Man's Moon', he's surely in the zone. 'The Burial Ground' is a intense tour of the valley of the shadow of death. He sings it without drama, without any excess sentimentality. You need to have walked that line before you can send back such chill despatches.

STUART BAILIE

BBC Radio Ulster, 92-95 FM

Online: www.bbc.co.uk/radioulster

Fridays, ten - midnight

Roxy Music - Street Life (Virgin)

She And Him -I Was Made For You (Domino)

Muddy Waters - You Need Love (Chess)

The Jim Jones Review - Hey Hey Hey (Punk Rock Blues)

Elbow - The Bones Of you (Fiction)

Grand Canal - Past Caring (Peninsula)

Bob Dylan - Dreamin Of You (Columbia)

Neil Halstead - Queen Bee (Island)

Al Green - All I Need (Blue Note)

The Real Tuesday Weld - It's A Wonderful Life (Antique Beat)

Lambchop - Ohio (City Slang)

David Holmes- I Heard Wonders (Mercury)

Jape - I Was A Man (V2)

Clown Parlour - Inish Mor (White Mountain)

Minotaur Shock - My Burr (4AD)

Rolling Stones - Hand Of Fate (Rolling Stones)

Goldblade - Kids Of Today (Captain Oi)

The Hot Club Of Cowtown - Forget Me Nots (Hightone)

Eric Bibb - Stayed On Freedom (Telarc)

James Shorty - Jesus On The Mainline (Rounder)

Lambchop - I'm Thinking Of A Number (City Slang)

Henry McCullough - The Burial Ground (There Wolf)

Isobel Campbell, Mark Lanegan - Come On Over (V2)

Willard Grand Conspiracy - Great Deceiver (Loose)

The Bonnevilles - C'mon (Motor Sounds)

Peter Bjorn And John - Say Something (Wichita)

It is 1986, and I'm a club-prowling music writer in London, spending my youthful energies in Hammersmith and New Cross, Kilburn and Ladbroke Grove. There are four weekly music papers coming out of London (NME, Melody Maker, Sounds and Record Mirror) and there's an intense churn of ideas and contenders plus a pressure to find fresh bands, new subcultures - anything that will give the freelance hack some distinction.

So I find myself at the Clarendon venue in west London, searching for the tremors of a new movement. The adherents have pudding bowl haircuts and wear anoraks or duffel coats. Many of them sport Pastels badges and get their information from The Legend! fanzine and their cues from the seminal C86 cassette, issued by NME. It's all a bit Enid Blyton, an indie Narnia. Writers are talking about the "shambling" ethos and in a monumentally pretentious article by Simon Reynolds, we learn that this scene is "a revolt against the sophistication and hyper-sexuality of mainstream pop culture, a revolt into innocence".

I'm on the hunt for some kind of development, and there are whispers of a factional split, a subculture that is even more child-like and twee. They're calling it "cutie" and I find a few people at a Soup Dragons gig who fit the bill. I cop some quotes and get the photographer to deliver the evidence. The scenesters are appalled, and a humorous piece eventually runs under the headline "Are You A Cutie Or A Shambler?" According to Bob Stanley, I am the villain who killed cutie.

Anyway, there was a band near the heart of all this called Talulah Gosh. They came from Oxford and seemed rather posh. The girls called themselves Marigold and Pebbles, but they were really Amelia and Elizabeth. The music sounded like a Brownie convention staged by Andy Warhol, which was ok, and they had an outstanding song, called 'Talulah Gosh'. The lyric was about perilous dreams and the payback of fame and you can see a video here. And hilariously, there's an old interview with myself and the band here.



The single was eventually released in 1987, after Pebbles had quit and the cutie ethos had been bloodied and consumed. But I think the tune still resonates. A sweet, intelligent song, somehow surviving in the scrum of commerce, novelty and venal misbehaviour.

Yesterday, we met in the grand surrounds of the Elmwood Hall, Belfast to witness the launch of the Ulster Bank Festival At Queen's. There was sublime music, expansive speeches and a chance to rummage through a dense programme.

At times like these, I always make a mental note to broaden my cultural horizons, to attend some theatre, to sample a few literary works, maybe even a bit of that classical caper. Inevitably, though, I fix on the music section, to see that Martha Wainwright, Elbow and Glen Hansard are in town, that there's an extra Morricone date and Orchestra Baobab will enrich your soul. The Jonny Greenwood special is also rather intriguing.

At the launch, Lord Mayor Tom Hartley repeated his wish that Belfast might soon be regarded as the city of festivals. It's a likely idea.

Judging by the signals sent out at Beijing, the 2012 Olympics will be all about verve, individuality and attitude. In contrast to the massed spectacles of the Chinese events, we saw the Brits arrive in a transformer bus, throwing hip hop shapes, digging the pop art schtick and having a right laugh.

The punk rocker is presented as a national icon and so too is Jimmy Page, Led Zeppelin guitarist, sometime fan of Aleister Crowley and riffmaster of 'Whole Lotta Love'. The song was described by several commentators as the definitive British anthem. Which may not go down so well with fans of the American bluesman Willie Dixon, who wrote 'You Need Love', and saw it recorded to perfection by Muddy Waters.

Friday night was the best value. At the last moment, David Holmes announced that he was bringing along his pal and old hairdressing colleague, Paul Caddell. You may know that the latter is a kind of touchtone, accomplice and muse. He's gets a namecheck in the tracks 'My Mate Paul', and 'Caddell Returns', while he was on the street-prowling mission to New York that birthed the album, 'Let's Get Killed'.

He's also a comic of sorts, and the two hour special veered from the serious to daft and back. At times it sounded like a lost relic from Derek And Clive. The music, essentially chosen by David, was supreme and often exclusive, while Caddell deadpanned lines from 'Don't You Want Me' and offered hairstyling tips to the late Dennis Wilson. It all went a bit surreal when 'Sparky's Magic Echo' took a wander.

I hope the fun translated from the studio to the radio speakers. Let me know either way.

Playlist 22.08.08

STUART BAILIE

BBC Radio Ulster, 92-95 FM

Online: www.bbc.co.uk/radioulster

Fridays, ten - midnight

Co-presented by David Holmes, Paul Caddell, Stuart Bailie

David Holmes - I Heard Wonders (Mercury)

Martin Rev - See Me Ridin (Roir)

Panda Bear - Person Pitch ( Paw Tracks)

David Holmes - Hey Maggie (Mercury)

Cashier No 9 - Goodbye Friend (white)

Robyn Shields - Hello Death My Old Friend (white)

David Holmes - Holy Pictures (Mercury)

Primal Scream - Uptown (David Holmes remix) (B unique)



David Holmes, Jason Falkner - Mutterland (white)

David Holmes, Leo Abrahams -Song Of Wandering Aengus (white )

Judee Sill - With A Kiss (Asylum)

David Holmes - Ballad Of Sarah And Jack (Mercury)

Yellowhammer - I Like Blue (white)

F+++ Buttons - Sweet Love For Planet Earth (ATP)

Sparky - Sparky's Magic Echo (MFP)

Salem - Streets Of Philadelphia (white)

Vashti Bunyan - Here Before (Fat Cat)

Dennis Wilson - Wild Situation (Caribou)

Bon Iver - Blindsided (4ad)

Tonight on the Late Show, BBC Radio Ulster at 10pm, a two hour special with David Holmes, composer, producer, soundtrack author and full-on energy source. David will be playing tracks from his new album, 'The Holy Pictures', due out in September.

The record is a testament to his late parents, Jack and Sarah and it features David himself on a series of vocals, plus contributions from the likes of Tanya Skibunny, Danny Todd and Foy Vance.

David will also be playing some of the music that has inspired him in recent months and talking to myself about some fascinating side projects.

The Holy Show tracklist

01. I Heard Wonders

02. Story of the Ink

03. Love Reign over Me

04. Theme / I.M.C.

05. Holy Pictures

06. Kill Her with Kindness

07. Melanie

08. Hey Maggy

09. Birth

10. The Ballad of Sarah and Jack

About two years ago, I took a walk around the Cathedral Quarter with a band called The Tides. They had just won the first ATL Rock School caper and they were copping a few confident poses for my camera. Shortly after, however, the band had delivered an ok album and were no more.

Then Owen puts together a spry little trio outfit General Fiasco. He's working with brother Enda and drummer Leaky. They nail the music with some style and the songs are sweet. Steve Lamacq commissions a radio session. A bunch of record company people take an interest and soon they are doing daft stuff like being ferried to Wembley in a limo to see the Foo Fighters. They are preparing to play the Leeds and Reading festivals. Happily, we meet again in the Cathedral Quarter, where snaps are taken and attitudes are summoned.

I was talking to a fairly cool musician the other day, but I just couldn't take the guy seriously. Granted, he was making decent music, he wore a suitably obscure T-shirt and his sneakers were the orthodox canvas brand. His hair was stylishly presented but sorry, the man had huge sprouts of hair on the back of his neck. Even worse, the growths were wiry, untamed and white. And if you really want me to be frank, the hair was essentially pubic.

It wasn't a good look. I've run a check on this, and in the often absurd history of fashion, no-one has ever made a case for the hairy nape. You can put tattoos there, you can even affix a few metal piercings if it makes you happy. But unless you're a silverback gorilla, the fuzzy stuff isn't going to make you more attractive.

I always thought this was known as a neck beard. But no, this name is apparently reserved for hair under the chin. Interestingly, there is a small cult who dig the combo of clean face and luscious undergrowth. Henry David Thoreau rocked the neck beard, and more recent dabblers have included Ringo Starr and Glastonbury founder Michael Eavis. Even David Beckham has ventured there, with predictably silly results.

Not nearly as problematic as the hairy back and sides, though. It didn't work for Frank Bough and it won't work for you, pal.

It was rather dramatic on Friday night as recordings of the Go! Team playing live at Custom House Square in Belfast were ferried over to Broadcasting House and then blasted out on the show a few moments after the performance. Thanks to the BBC's John Lunn, ATL producer Paul McClean and Collette who was the breathless courier.

And cheers to all the people involved with Belsonic who had the panache to take on such a cool series of events. Despite the rubbish weather you could still feel the city getting vibed up about the visiting acts. while the site itself treated the customers with a deal of respect. Always nice, that. You an see some of the highlights on ATL TV this Thursday on BBC NI.

Joe Lindsay arrived in the studio, shortly before his midnight slot, damp from the Go! Team gig but still mightily enthused. We burbled a fair bit, but it had been a memorable week and we had every right to.

BBC Radio Ulster, 92-95 FM

Online: www.bbc.co.uk/radioulster

Fridays, ten - midnight

Jenny Lewis - Carpetbaggers (Rough Trade)

Blondie - Pretty Baby (Chrysalis)

Randy Newman - Harps And Angels (Nonesuch)

Seasick Steve - Started Out With Nothing (Warner)

Brendan Canning, Broken Social Scene - Love is New (Arts And Crafts)

Isaac Hayes - Truck Turner (Fantasy)

Conor Oberst - Get Well Cards (Wichita)

Randy Newman - A Few Words In Defense Of Our Country (Nonesuch)

The Waterboys - Red Army Blues (Ensign)

Bon Iver - For Emma (4ad)

Booker T - One Who Really Loves You (Stax)

Joan As Policewoman - Holiday (Reveal)

Patrick and Eugene - Don't Stop (Tummy Touch)

British Sea Power -Waving Flags (Rough Trade)

Seasick Steve - Thunderbird (Warner)

Panama Kings- Young Blood (We Collect Records)

The Go Team - Junior Kickstart (live in Belfast)

Primal Scream - Beautiful Future (B Unique)

David Vandervelde - California Breezes (Secretly Canadian)

Pete Molinari - One Stolen Moment (Damaged Goods)

American Music Club - All The Lost Souls Welcome You To San Francisco (CV)

The Go Team - Bottle Rocket (live in Belfast)

The Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots (Warner)

Ladyhawke - Dusk Till Dawn (Modular)

Port O' Brien - The Rooftop Song (City Slang)

I'm just getting intimate with the new Randy Newman album, but already it's proving to be a racy companion. The tunes are a delight and the lyrics are playfully intense. He says things in jest that are rather shocking. He smoothes it all down with those rolling piano lines that are redolent of Mississippi steamboats, Stephen Foster, Basin Street bordellos and Mark Twain.

His own albums appear infrequently and sell modestly, but the soundtrack stuff is familiar to millions. I'm particularly keen on the Toy Story work. And if you want to read something chewy and pertinent, then try the Randy chapter in Mystery Train by Greil Marcus.

Therefore I'll be playing a few Randy songs on the show tonight (BBC Radio Ulster, 10pm), plus new music from Broken Social Scene, Seasick Steve, Jenny Lewis and Irish act The Infomatics. For some inexplicable reason, I'd also like to play 'Red Army Blues' by The Waterboys. Let's make it a date.

Yes, I was once a Patsy Kensit fan. Granted, she was no great shakes as an actress in Absolute Beginners, when the expectation crashed into the hype and her reputation was mangled. At the time I was working for Record Mirror and the females in the office were especially hostile. This encouraged me to set a framed Patsy picture on my desk and to play the lovely Eighth Wonder single, 'I'm Not Scared' at regular intervals.

In 1988 I found myself in a minibus with herself, headed to Milton Keynes. We were en route to a big concert with Big Audio Dynamite and she spent much of the journey with her new husband Dan Donovan. He was a musician with BAD and the son of legendary photographer Terrence Donovan and they seemed happy.

I was working for NME by then and the paper had recently published a mean feature on Patsy. So I was a little coy, but she was pure friendliness and said that we shouldn't judge an individual by the paper they work for. So I remained a fan.

Last night I watched her retrace the Kensit line on 'Who Do You Think You Are'. Most people were aware of her father's connection to the Krays and other London gangsters, but the story got more surprising as it peeled back the generations to chronic poverty in Bethnal Green, illegitimacy and even a few ecclestiastical connections. Her Irish mother was barely mentioned but the dad's side was properly rum.

Like many previous subjects, Patsy was inclined to get sentimental about these old figures, brought to life in ledgers and ancient images. She cried almost constantly. I would lend her my hanky any time.

It's a peak experience. No doubt about it. I'm dressed as a cartoon superhero, dancing at the side of the stage while The Flaming Lips do their magical psyche-mass, with balloons, explosions, confetti, bugles, lasers and incandescent tunes. The music is awfully loud, the available space is a bit tight, but myself and the other guys in the muscle costumes are too pumped up to care.

On the other side of the stage, the girls are dressed as ninja vestals, and there's a hilarious flirting game going on, as we wave and gesture to each other. Meantime the Flaming Lips are rocking Custom House Square to the ultimate degree, dropping in the big anthems and persuading the feeble climate to get intense.

It took a few begging e-mails to get here, but I would have paid a lot of money for the privilege. A couple of years ago, I watched The Flaming Lips at Oxegen and saw my pal Rigsy from Radio Ulster in a fetching animal costume, cavorting around the place. I made a mental note that I'd need to take part in that ceremony myself some time, so now's the very occasion in Belfast. And it's not disappointing.

I'm getting fresh with an inflatable creature that's shaped like a giant red pepper. And when Wayne sings 'Do You Realise', I pogo for the first time in several decades. When I explain this later to my daughter, she doesn't understand the verb, "to pogo". Now she knows.

Afterwards, we all meet Wayne and he congratulates us for our part in the show. We peel off our moist Iron Man costumes and he signs bits of paper. On my one he writes, "Hey Lily, your dad's cool". Aw bless.

As hoped, Noel Watson was excellent value on Friday night, guiding us through the formative years of hip hop and house, a modest account of his own role in some of the coolest clubs and parties in London. He also gave us a fascinating glimpse into the Bangor underground scene in the mid Seventies, when the Bowie and Roxy fans would turn up at clubs like the Trident in their plastic sandals, wedge haircuts and early Vivienne Westwood designs.

I was only dimly aware of this era - they were referred to as the 'Young Americans' after the famous Bowie album and they effectively prepped Northern Ireland for punk rock. Sadly, Noel has no photos of this period and reckons that no-one really documented the scene. But if you do know anyone who has pictures, I'd love to see them and maybe put some kind of a history together.

Noel has also got us keenly interested in this year's, Flatlake Festival at Hilton Park, August 23-24. It's got everyone from Seamus Heaney and Edna O' Brien to Gavin Friday and David Holmes. Sounds like the Aosdána you can dance to.

Playlist 08.08.08

BBC Radio Ulster, 92-95 FM

Online: www.bbc.co.uk/radioulster

Fridays, ten - midnight

Flaming Lips - Race For The Prize (Warner)

Shangri Las - Right Now And Not Later (Polygram)

Primal Scream - Uptown (B Unique)

Calexico - Fractured Air (City Slang)

Dave Mason, Cass Eliot - Pleasing You (Rev Ola)

The Lowly Knights - Baby Don't Leave Me (white)

Band Of Horses - Marry Song (Sub Pop)

Jesse Mae Hemphill - Go Back To Your Used To Be (Union Square)

Lonely Drifter Karen - This World Is Crazy (Crammed Discs)

Stereolab - Valley Hi (4AD)

Primal Scream - Over And Over (B Unique)

Conor Oberst - I Don't Want To Die (Wichita)

Kings Of Leon - Sex On Fire (Columbia)

Mogwai - Batcat (Wall Of Sound)

(Second Hour Co-Presented by Noel Watson)

David Bowie - Sound And Vision (EMI)

Talking Heads -Psycho Killer (Sire)

PIL - Careering (Virgin)

Grandmaster Flash - The Adventures Of Grandmaster Flash (Sugarhill)

Just Ice, Mantronix - Cold Getting Dumb (Fresh )

Public Enemy - Rebel Without a Pause (Def Jam)

Mr Fingers - Can You Feel It (Trax)

Queens Of The Stone Age - No One Knows (Polydor)

David Holmes - I Heard Wonders (Cander Blicks)

Wombats - Moving To New York (broken beats remix) (white)

Noel Watson is a DJ legend from Belfast who has worked with everyone from The Clash to the hipsters with the broken beats in west London. Along with his late brother Maurice, he was a feature at Delirium on the Charing Cross Road in Soho, circa 1986, when hip hop was in the ascent, but house music was also making itself known.

I was at a few of those nights and the mood was exciting and hard to follow. Some of the B boys didn't care for the music that was coming out of the Chicago gay clubs, and so when the likes of Farley Jackmaster Funk came thumping out of the sound system, the reaction was intensely mixed. So much so that the DJ booth was effectively caged in, to safeguard the Watson brothers.

Noel is co-presenting tonight's show on Radio Ulster. He'll appear on the second hour, after 11pm, and the idea is that he chooses 10 tunes that shaped his remarkable life. It's gonna be a good one.

Back in my youth, part of the post-holiday comedown involved watching my father package up a yellow mailer bag with an undeveloped cine film. Several months later and a similar envelope would return back from an English laboratory, ready to roll.

A family meeting was convened, a plastic screen was hung over the chimney breast and the silent memories were unspooled. Often the exposures were off, the sun came flaring through the lens and on at least one occasion, the same roll had been exposed several times. The double exposures were a cause of unintentional merriment. Mostly though, it was magic.

This year we watched bits of the video footage before arriving home for the hols and the digital stills had been edited en route. But still I reserved the right to send a couple of 35mm films off to the chemists. They were ready a day later, but still it was a thrilling little piece of alchemy, as the rolls were souped, the prints made and the surprises were tangible.

The average 35mm negative carries 20 megapixels worth of memory, which is way more than your digital point-and-shoots. And I still feel that there's a tone, a feel and an aesthetic that's apparent on film, even from a lab print. Therefore I'll continue to get my clicks on analogue, for a while longer.

In the fluff-fest of Saturday's TV schedules, there was a monumental documentary about South Africa and a life in song. The Moya family had lost their father and mother to AIDS, while the eldest brother was expiring, slowly and horrendously. Half the kids were living in an orphanage called Agape - a term used to denote unconditional love. The school choir became the outlet for all that pain, revealed in piercing hymnals and the succour of voices raised by each other.

The sight of the children singing at home, joined by the skeletal brother is heart-breaking. There's some kind of deliverance in that the choir is recorded and celebrated abroad, while the kids are invited to perform in New York with Alicia Keys and Paul Simon. The orphanage is burnt down and then rebuilt but the kicker is that 1.2 million orphans exist in South Africa alone.

For more information on this documentary, check out the We Are Together website.

I've been meaning to play some of the Dennis Wilson re-issue for a few weeks now. Other things kept getting in the way, like outside broadcasts and holiday pre-records. But on Friday night, I slipped in two tracks from the 'Pacific Ocean Blue' record. I've cued up the album on vinyl before, but this new CD collection is boosted by tracks from the 'Bambu' sessions, a follow-up to his 1977 wonder that's only been available on bootleg before. Now you can own the whole shebang for under a tenner.

You probably know that Dennis was the good looking Beach Boy, the only Wilson brother that could actually surf, and while his writing and performing was eclipsed by Brian and Carl, he stepped up to the plate after the 'Smile' disaster, and made his talents count.

And since we're on the subject, does anyone know where I might source a Dennis song called 'Carry Me Home', covered by Primal Scream on the 'Dixie Narco' EP?

Playlist 01.08.08

STUART BAILIE

BBC Radio Ulster, 92-95 FM, 1341 MW

Online: www.bbc.co.uk/radioulster

Fridays, ten - midnight

Booker T And The MGS - You Can't Sit Down (Stax)

Conor Oberst - Souled Out (Wichita)

Dennis Wilson - River Song (Epic)

Nick Harrison - Oi Rude Boy (A&M)

Freddie McKay - I'm a Free Man (Pressure Sounds)

Mark Olson and Gary Louris - The Rose Society (Hacktone)

Spiritualized - Sweet Talk (Universal)

Eliza Carthy - Hug You Like a mountain (Topic)

Al Green - No One Like You (Blue Note)

The Dodos - Fools (Wichita)

Heaven 17 - Come Live With Me (CV)

Teddy Thompson - In My Arms (Verve)

Vashti Bunyan Max Richter - Martha My Dear (mojo)

CSS - Move (Warner)

Prince - The Most Beautiful Girl In The World (npg)

Paul Kelly - Sweetest Thing (Gawd)

The Coral - Being Somebody Else (Deltasonic)

Carbon Silicone - The News (Carbon Silicone)

Jeremy Warmsley - Lose My Cool (Transgressive)

Jason and The Scorchers - Absolutely Sweet Marie (Evangeline)

Pete Greenwood - Bats Over Barstow (Heavenly)

Mark Olson and Gary Louris - The Rose Society (Hacktone)

The Spook Of The Thirteenth Lock -In Country Dark (Transduction)

Dennis Wilson - Farewell My Friend (Epic)

Van Morrison - The Healing Game (Polydor)

Booker T And The MGs - One Who Really Loves You (Stax)

A huge hooray to the Big River Blues And Jazz Festival for returning to Belfast. Many quality names are been announced, but the guy that's exciting us most is Steve Cropper, guitarist with Stax Records during their glorious sixties epoch.

He rode shotgun with Booker T And The MGs and he featured large with Otis Redding on 'Dock Of The Bay'. Steve got his dues with the Blues Brothers and he's always a top-ranking name in the polls of legendary guitarists. We are indeed honoured that the Master Of The Telecaster is coming here in a matter of weeks.