Letter From Britain
What’s the Ugliest Part of YOUR Bodg?
I’ve just been filling in the 1973 Creem Rock V Roll Poll, which is at least more entertaining than the ones NME and MM serve up. Most pathetic of the year? David Bedford’ in the Commonwealth Games 10,000 metres. Comeback of the year? Alvin Stardust (alias Shane Fenton, minor star of the 60s British bandwagon) — three months in the hit parade with “My Coo-Ca-Choo.”
I’ve just been filling in the 1973 Creem Rock V Roll Poll, which is at least more entertaining than the ones NME and MM serve up. Most pathetic of the year? David Bedford’ in the Commonwealth Games 10,000 metres. Comeback of the year? Alvin Stardust (alias Shane Fenton, minor star of the 60s British bandwagon) — three months in the hit parade with “My Coo-Ca-Choo.” With categories like these who cares about the world’s best drummer? (I only know the names of three anyway.) But even CREEM missed out on two categories which even more than the year’s big rip-off (Edward Heath’s closing the telly down at 10:30) would reveal the angst and geist of our times: Sex Object of the Year; Turn Off of the Year. Or getting it up and knocking it down.