I’ve spent the last 18 months or so working on TO EASE MY TROUBLED MIND: The Authorised Unauthorised History of Billy Childish.
Out July 4th. I doubt I’ll mention it again before then.
I have some bad news about
@QMagazine
. The issue that comes out on July 28 will be our last. The pandemic did for us and there was nothing more to it than that. I have attached our final cover and my editor’s letter for context.
On the plus side, we’re all available for work.
We had the Roundhouse booked for two nights for the Q Awards next week. We didn’t have talent sorted when we had to Covid cancel in April, but Nadine Shah was presenting and the two gigs were Liam Gallagher one night, Paul Heaton & Jacqui Abbott the other.
He was insistent. I accepted the donation and shared it amongst over 40 staff and freelancers working for Q at the time, all of whose minds - like mine - were blown. It really was the most amazingly kind, selfless, generous act. For some, it meant a bill could be paid.
The only award we knew for sure was to Paul Heaton, as we’d heard he’d never won one. Think of all the brilliant songs he’s written for The Housemartins, Beautiful South etc. Millions of records sold. No Q award (or Brit) for his songwriting. So we knew he’d be Classic Songwriter
Oh, I’d love to be pulling open the frosted door of a steamy Soho boozer, some friends at a corner table, no, this round is on me, it’s been too long, how are you, cheers, the whole night lies ahead...
It’s not important I know. But it feels it.
Then, a few days after Q closed, we got a message from him saying that to thank Q for all the support we’d given him over 35 years, he was going to donate a large sum to thank us in our turmoil. Obviously, I politely declined.
I politely implore the
@florencemachine
fanclubs to take down the
@QMagazine
cover story. Posting it online the day it’s in the shops will put us out business, halting this kind of twelve page feature on your favourite artist. Everyone deserves paying for their work.
My kids made me watch the ITV show last night where minor celebs disguise themselves as clocks etc, sing, then other minor celebs guess who they are. Then we watched the one where Olly Murs judges people perform karaoke and offers his know-how.
This country is absolutely fucked.
My dad is a Jewish refugee, chased from his home by OG Nazis. But I’ve never felt Jewish: my mum was a WASP, our home secular. I prayed to music. But the rampant antisemitism on social media and from musicians I once liked sure brings out the Jew in you. Enough of this shit.
Until we went print, we believed this was the last issue of Q. We put everything into it as a fitting finale. It’s got incredible writing from legends past and present + all the trimmings.
After it went, we found out we’re doing an encore. We treat every issue like the last now
I know it’s a small, selfish thing in the scheme of things, but I’d love to be on a crowded Soho pavement with a pint and some pals so much right now. Springtime, spangled in Soho. Nothing better.
I am sad that some terminally unemployed bozo with 1 O Level won’t be able to have their life saved, as mine was starting at NME in 1993. However, I still believe in print, paid for, and made with care. I hope someone smart sees this as a gap to be filled.
Rebecca Welch officiating QPR v Bournemouth today: better than any Championship referees in recent memory at Loftus Road. And definitely miles better than any performance Joey Barton put in here.
I have written a 100k word suicide note and White Rabbit have agreed to publish it. I love
@leebrackstone
’s quote as that was my goal: “a memoir which has the rollicking pace of an adventure novel bursting to escape the body of an elegant, but slumming-it bildungsroman.”
🗞️ Coming July 2022...
#PaperCuts
by
@TedKessler1
, the inside story of the slow death of the British music press - but also a love letter to it - from the acclaimed music journalist and former editor of Q magazine.
Pre-orders from
My book is published today. I’m going to enjoy these few hours before people read it and issue writs. Please help fund my defence by buying a copy. There are some really good bits.
I would like to just say that I am very touched by all the supportive messages Q has had here. (And by the abuse too.) We’re a small team and it means a lot to us. 1
Pleased and proud to have written my first (last?)
@MOJOmagazine
piece with this Paul Weller interview. Thanks to John and Danny for the gig, the first time I’d left my postcode since October...
I'm starting a weekly music newsletter with my pals from Q Mag
@niall_mdoherty
&
@ChrisCatchpole
. It's going to be filled with exclusive news, interviews and recommendations. It's called The New Cue. It goes out Friday mornings, starting Feb 26. Sign-up:
I’m a skint, middle aged, semi- unemployed dad, so I’d probably have to do a Paddy Power ad if they asked. But what convinces a busy multimillionaire to flog gambling? Greed? A laugh? Megalomania? And how many turn it down?
I’ve loved Danny Baker’s work, his writing and his broadcasting. But I’ve had to mute the mean-spirited, bitter, cruel, conceited, old wanker who’s been tweeting on his behalf for the last few years. He should get someone else to look after that for him.
"Every generation pretends gang crime is a new problem."
Rapper and author Akala says the social indicators of violence have "remained identical for almost 200 years".
Kids fucking about: cornerstone of all good British culture until Thatcher & Blair dismantled dole. Every musical, creative pillar upon which GB’s reputation was built was enabled by school leavers fucking about on dole/housing. Saved my life. Bring it back for school leavers
equally as serious IMO is that I just don't see how you could financially afford to just fuck about for a few years anymore, and being able to generally fuck about without any family wealth is something everyone should be allowed to do while young
I used to think editors who wrote long letters with byline photos at the front of their mags were absolute wankers.
Anyway, here’s mine. Hopefully it explains what’s inside this month’s
@QMagazine
, though we’re producing a bonus edition currently.
Rest in peace the great George Dyer, who’s been making my suits for two decades and clothing London for far longer. It gives me no pleasure to say I was his last customer on Friday. I took a few photos of him at work on my measurements. Thinking of his family and friends.
Pimping my family to flog my book in The Observer. I’ve never actually “worried for my brother”, but I have spent many years worrying about wonky stand-firsts - so that’s an irony. Still, grateful for the commission. Please buy my book.
The most ambitious issue of Q I have worked on. It’s more like a book than a monthly mag. It is a beast. So proud of it and of my brilliant, beautiful team. Oh the irony! There’s another issue next month...
Heard a lot on BBC News about stuff yet to happen (runways, defence spending) but nothing about this amazing swindle that did apparently happen: Farage, pollsters and hedge funds manipulating the markets with false declarations over Brexit. Why?
I know today’s news struck a chord because it’s been retweeted even more often than the one about the guy barfing into the urinal at QPR.
I am humbled by the response and I will try to reply to all messages in time.
In the meantime...
There were 139k new Covid cases in the US yesterday. 61k in hospital with it, my dad amongst them. 1448 died. Meanwhile, the Covid task force head Mike Pence fucked off on holiday while his boss continues his tantrum because the only thing he cares about is his ego.
Never forget.
My old man, 87, caught Covid from an unmasked barber. He spent seven weeks in hospital, nearly died but didn’t. Instead he moved to live by the ocean, where every day is a gift.
Hopefully, that’s an age B Johnson will never see - unless it’s in jail.
Gareth Ainsworth has the look of a sheepish Kerrang photographer who’s been missing for an afternoon on a junket to review the Red Hot Chilli Peppers in Amsterdam.
I had a Nespresso in London, plus ten vodka/tonics, one lager and four espresso martinis in Budapest with Liam Gallagher and lived to tell this tale...
David Cavanagh commissioned my first reviews, for Select.
Rather than bin them, he wrote pages of career-saving notes.
When I started at NME, he encouraged me (even though I was clearly copying his style) (Still am)
In 2018, he’s written beautifully for Q.
A master, a mensch. RIP
In April 93, NME sent me to review The Prodigy at The Astoria. It was Monday, I had low vibes. Instead: 2k teens all with whistles going nuts on both floors, conducted by Keith Flint, greater than any gig I'd been to in years. RIP. "It's a skill to play the second fiddle well."
Big thanks and love to everyone sending positive messages about Q. And a very firm two fingers up to the solitary voice telling me why he doesn’t like Q and is glad it’s in peril,
Chelsea currently have twenty-two players out on loan. Hoovering up players from around the world, hoarding them and then whinging when a typical illness/sickness crisis strikes in mid-winter. Tiny, tiny violin.
I miss having a job, seeing my friends, leaving the house, etc, but I just spent the afternoon lying around in sweatpants eating hobnobs and watching test cricket from 2001. Until the pandemic I’d never even tried sweatpants, so that’s something
In the last issue, Anecdotal Evidence, we asked writers to write about their journey with Q. We’ll be highlighting some over the coming days. Here’s mine:
Love to all my friends at The Guardian. I don’t think we’ll understand the permanent damage being done to print media currently until the tremors end and we’re standing in the wreckage.
Really excited about this issue. Every page was commissioned/produced under lockdown (amazing Donovan interview excepted) and every photo was taken by the interviewee at home. Liam only sent one, so the great
@petefowlerart
illustrated his interview: must see...
These are testing times for print. Magazines feel insecure on the newsstand, so they attach hats, CDs, screwdrivers, cats, etc, to their mags. Seal it all in a cereal box. I sympathise.
But Q can’t win that race.
So we attach a really good magazine to our covers instead. Out now
So sad to hear Gavin Martin died. A brilliant writer, a hilarious, sharp, generous, eccentric & occasionally ferocious man. One-off. Once found him in the gents at NME circling the wall bogeys in ink, writing ‘you are a farm animal’ next to it.
“Someone has to!” he said to me.
Britain elected a man who smashed restaurants up with his university social club and offered to have a journalist beaten up for a pal. Of course he’s not going to discipline a bully. He is one.
Both adults in my home have Covid, so we’re just trying to work out which day to throw the kids in the car and drive up to Durham to check out Barnard Castle.
My dad was 5 when the Nazis invaded Austria and his neighbours all started wearing swastikas. My family soon fled as refugees, leaving everything behind. Many of their friends hesitated and did not escape. Why did my bookbinder grandpa run? “Ah, we knew them.”
We know them.
Listening to Gove and Duncan-Smith on Today, two puffed-up prep school school headmasters massively, ruinously over-promoted, so far out of their depth but too stupid and arrogant to admit they’re breaking things that cannot be fixed. Hateful
Small thing: just saw the Q team were told on May 18 2020 by Zoom that the magazine was going to be sold or fold. God, we needed a drink together. But we couldn’t meet until Aug, to clear the office. We didn’t have a leaving do until Sept ‘21. Rule of 6, etc.
If only we’d known
“If Aston Villa win today, it’ll be the biggest shock in EFL Cup history,” says Scott Minto.
Swindon & QPR won it while in Div 3, Sheff W were in Div 2 when they won. All beat top flight teams.
There’s more insight from a tin of tuna than Minto and Redknapp’s preview
If I was a redundant Pitchfork staffer, I would quickly pivot to a new, subs-led version in its original indie mould that moves directly into the space that Conde Nast have helpfully vacated for them. CN never the right fit. Money will be tight, but they'll flourish in time.
@TedKessler1
Removed. I'm really sorry it was posted and appreciate you alerting us to this in the way you did. It is an awesome interview, by the way so thank you for providing such high-quality content, as usual! Sorry again.
I’ve been listening to Too Rye Ay by
@DexysOfficial
since 1982, on and off. I loved it when it came out: I bunked school to see it live.
I’ve been listening to the new, remixed version constantly since late 2021 and it’s so vastly improved. I had tell someone!
Happy publication day to Fingers Crossed by
@berenyi_miki
, a memoir so devastating that it's hard to read at times, but so hilariously honest it's impossible to put down. Read it in 36 hours through gasps, laughs, fury. Have a cider, you deserve it.
I had a a coffee on a Monday and then a dozen light ales with
@liamgallagher
on a Thursday for this month’s
@MOJOmagazine
and you can read all about it now apparently
Our cover story finds
@TedKessler1
spending a very long St Patrick's Day with the indefatigable
@liamgallagher
. To be discussed: Buddhism, hips, math rock, hazmat suits and the small matter of his triumphant return to Knebworth. It's quite a read. >>>
Absolutely gutted to hear Ranking Roger’s died. The Beat were such a great band and the first three albums were a huge part of my youth. My brothers and I would dance along to to them, pretending to be Roger and Dave. RIP.
I love Niall, faithful deputy and tremendous journalist. I love him so much that last week as we cleared out the Q office I gave him his own Q Award (pictured). I want him to get a new job so he can feed his kids, but also not so that in time we work together again.
Today is officially my last day as a Q employee. It’s had it all, from getting cosy with Chris Martin and Leonardo DiCaprio to an all-dayer in the pub with LG, lunching with Sting and Shaggy & Ben Howard calling me a cunt. But best was the constant laughs with my mates. Onwards!
Sad to hear about the great Fred Dellar. Had sections named after him in NME and Q but outlived both magazines. On the rare occasions you heard cheering coming from MOJO you knew it was because he’d walked in. Also, a massive old-school QPR fan. Rest in peace.
Deep down, I know the humblebrag praise reposts are counterproductive. And yet my ego is so huge, so rampant yet so fragile that I can’t resist. I need the world to know that some people are enjoying my book this week (cc
@WhiteRabbitBks
). Also, day drinking in Ibiza.
Nobody is reading anything printed on paper with lovely photos and lots of editorial care on the tube tonight. Be an individual. Buy this. You’ll be happy.
Stan Bowles was my favourite player as a kid and one of eleven reasons why I support QPR. I remain furious with Tommy Docherty for selling him to Forest in 79 (and Clough for not picking him for their European final). The best.
RIP legend.
Wu-Tang Clan documentary of Mics and Men on Sky is fantastic. Such great archive, interviews, insight into their upbringing, culture, NY projects, racism, the lot. The access. Method Man going back to his old job at the Statue of Liberty is a moment. Recommended.
Not important, but as I may have mentioned: Q closed without a "leaving drink" or even being able to say goodbye to colleagues & freelancers other than through a screen. I worked there for 16 years, longer than any of these wankers at Downing Street have done anything.
NEW: No 10 respond to latest party allegations describing them as a “farewell speech”.
“On this individual’s last day he gave a farewell speech to thank each team for the work they had done, both those who had to be in the office and on a screen for those working from home.”
The last time I interviewed Mark E Smith was in 2015. I was so smashed on the way home I committed a hate crime: I ate a hot pasty on the train back to London. The
@QMagazine
site has reprinted the piece:
Still thinking about the end of the Style Council doc, the new version of A Very Deep Sea. Struggling to think of a more poignant moment in a music film when nobody's died. Great work
@TheMumper
and all. Imagine having formed/split The Jam and Style Council by the age of 30...
He really was the best music feature writer: his last profiles, of Bill Ryder-Jones for Q & Ian McCulloch and Paul Weller for Mojo were so good the Q & Mojo staff met in no-mans land to praise them.
No music writer’s output can really be anthologised. David Cavanagh’s should.