I can generally knock out 600 words or more about several dozen things that irritate me, but I’m in a contented mood today so I’ll stick with one.
Seasick Steve.
You utter, utter fraud you.
I first saw him years ago, I think he was on Jonathan Ross, very different to my usual taste, but I liked it. His character and look just adds to the effect, he’s a guy who doesn’t care for fashion or trends, here’s a man who is comfortable in his own skin. He’s a guy who does it for the love of music.
If it had stopped there I would have been okay with it, but for a while he was on everything, media over-load, and they all want to know who he is, where he’s from and his influences.
From the BBC:
“he reveals he was born in 1941 and had spent periods of his life living as a hobo in the American Deep South and elsewhere, hopping freight trains and finding work as a farm labourer, at carnivals, as a cowboy and as a migrant worker. During his life, he had also dipped in and out of the music industry, as a session musician and producer. In October 2016, he plays Wembley, arriving at the arena in a tractor.”
Now, if that doesn’t make for a perfect ‘anti-industry’ truly authentic antidote to the X Factor and the like I don’t know what does.
I even signed up to his mailing list, it read like the label on a bottle of Bourbon, signed off by one of his ‘dear old friends’ called Frog or something.
But it’s all lies, just another manufactured act, this time to sucker in older, supposedly less naïve consumers. He couldn’t even be honest about his age, although at least he has the decency to lie the ‘other way’ to most and claim to be older than he is as he was born in ’51.
No it seems that Steven Leach, not even Steve Wold (his stated ‘real’ name) let alone ‘Seasick Steve’ has been courting the Music Industry most of his life and spent the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s trying to make is break playing whatever was popular at the time, before spending a few years as a producer and finally inventing Old Seasick himself.
Here’s Steven, Steve, Seasick during his 70’s disco phase.
I’d like to burn his CDs and tear down his posters like the teary eyed girls in the 80’s did when the found out Milli Vanilli didn’t sing live, or write their stuff, or in fact sign it at all, but I’m 38 and this is 2016 so I did the next best thing, deleted the 2 songs of his I occasionally listened to from my Apple Music playlist – it could cost him upwards of $0.00005 over the next 12 months, yeah, I did it an what?