Week 7: Sail We Must
- Andrew Weatherall died this week. It was somewhat unexpected and sudden to the point I was supposed to see him on playing on Friday as part of A Love From Outer Space. Sean played without him, it was a touching evening with most of the crowd wanting to pay their respects to a legend.
Of the quotes and stories about Andrew this is one of my favourites:
Following his rave-era glory days, it’s interesting that Weatherall never attained the “superstar DJ” status of, say, Fatboy Slim or Calvin Harris; that, he says, is entirely by design.
“That sort of carry-on was never for me,” he reflects. “It’s a lot of work, once you go up that slippery showbiz pole, and it would keep me away from what I like which is making things. I mean, I had a little look in the early Nineties. I stood at the bottom of that pole and looked up and thought to myself ‘The view’s pretty good. But it’s very greasy and there are a lot of bottoms up there that I might have to brush my lips against. So, maybe I’ll give it a miss’.”
- As the legend goes, Andrew Weatherall once asked a fisherman “Are there times when you get up in the morning and you can’t be arsed?”. His response was “Fail we may, sail we must”. Andrew had that tattoo on his arms.
We watched Sorry to Bother You at the weekend which I really enjoyed. It was a story of how a black man became a telemarketer and had to learn to use his white voice in order to succeed. There are a number of parts of the script which I’d have loved to been a fly on the wall when it was pitched.
Over the weekend we also watched the two seasons of Man Like Mobeen. It had us both laughing at many points as it very directly tackled topics of racism and islamophobia. Well worth a watch.
Do you remember what he used to call me?
That’s fully racist init. You can’t call someone a whole continent because of their skin colour, init man.
- Fail we may, sail we must!