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Which musicians have lived on your street ?

Discussion in 'music' started by Operajulian, Mar 26, 2021.

  1. Operajulian

    Operajulian Opera Julian

    Much to my surprise this evening a neighbour emailed me this clipping. To put it in context - Geneva Avenue, Toronto is a narrow street of row-houses built in the late 1890's and most of which are not much wider than 12 to 13ft - so we are not grand houses by any stretch of the imagination.

    Anyhow, here goes:-
    You may not realize this but in days gone by 2 very well known musicians lived on our little street. They were Carole Pope from the Toronto group Rough Trade and the world-famous Dusty Springfield, who had numerous giant hits - the most well-known being Son of a Preacher Man. (). At the time in the early 80’s, they were a couple and lived at 10 Geneva Ave. Here’s a bit from Carole’s autobiography.

    "I gave up my swinging bachelorette pad on Earl St, and rented a house in the insipidly trendy and bucolic Cabbagetown. Not a pretty name. It originated, so they say, because of the vegetable gardens planted by the wave of Anglo-Celtic immigrants who settled there, downwind from the mansions of Rosedale, in the late 1800s. We lived at 10 Geneva Ave, which is bordered by a park. I liked the sense of history in Cabbagetown, the Victorian mansions and the Necropolis cemetery, where William Lyon Mackenzie lies among Canadian pioneers.
    ***
    As soon as Dusty moved in, we went to the Riverdale Farm so Dusty could bond with the critters. In Dusty’s opinion, humans were secondary to animals. She had a point. As we petted every beast in sight, Dusty told me the animal she thought she resembled most was the Shetland pony. When I asked her why, she said they shared the same hairstyle and personality.

    We went food shopping in our new ‘hood. The closest store was an expensive and pretentious joint which was all style and no substance. Dusty loved to eat. It was a sensual experience for her. Our eyes locked in mutual desire. The lack of food selection was an excuse to hoof it over to our favourite hang, The Courtyard Café in the Windsor Arms Hotel. It was open late and Richard Burton might be dining with Tatum O’Neal, or Patti Smith might be slouched in a corner munching on a carrot stick. You never knew.

    Our bedroom was located on the second floor of the house, and was one of the only rooms that was together. I was not crazy about Dusty’s collection of Paddington bears, which if left unchecked, threatened to take over the room. When it came to décor, I wanted minimalism, but too bad for me. The living-room was surrounded by chaos. We never really unpacked everything. It mirrored the state of our relationship.

    We experienced our own version of the panic room. Dusty was one of those women, and there have been many, who have to have the bed made up perfectly, with hospital corners and 5,000 pillows. She would jokingly bounce a quarter off the bed when I made it. The room had to be hermetically sealed so that no light came in. One night Dusty woke me out of a deep sleep whispering, “There’s someone in the room. Don’t you see him standing there?”

    I was a) myopic and b) in a stupor. I stared bleary-eyed into the darkness, and said, “No, honey, there’s no one there. You’re dreaming go back to sleep.”

    “Are you sure?”

    I got up, walked around the room, peered into the darkness once more and told Dusty everything was fine.

    There had been someone there, as we discovered in the morning. Our wallets had been stolen and some man had been watching us while we slept. We felt thoroughly creeped out and violated.


    We called the police and Const Richard Crooks, one of Dan Aykroyd’s good pals, came over and checked out the house, especially the living-room windows. He told us that a gang of boys had been robbing people in our ‘hood. The pre-teen felons crawled into windows too small for a full-grown thief to drag his ass through. Dusty was freaked out, but I’d been robbed before, so I thought I’d check out the crime scene myself.

    Later that day I took a walk in the ravine near our house. There’s always a ravine. There’s got to be someplace to dump the bodies. I found our wallets tossed in the snow. Amazingly, our IDs and credit cards were there but our money was gone. Eventually we heard the slimy little robber boys had been caught and we deconstructed our alarm system. "

    Who once lived on your street ?
     
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  2. Big Tabs

    Big Tabs looking backwards, going forwards

    A steam train engine driver first owned our house, then his daughter, then me.

    A neighbour 2 doors up used to work in a vinyl/records pressing plant. (She has no records!)

    That is as close as it gets...

    We do hear a piano being played from next door sometimes, but not to a high standard.

    We have two tap dancers on the lane, but no well known musicians that we know of.
    I cannot remember living near near any musicians, notable or not.

    My Wife had many musicians next to/near to where she lived when growing up in the 1970’s.
    (Sunningdale village area - not many streets to speak of, more leafy lanes and houses with very long drives)

    Wife worked Sunday mornings in her local shop when a young teenager, and used to regularly serve Ringo with his Sunday papers when he came in with his dog.

    Gives you an idea without going into detail.
     
    Last edited: Mar 27, 2021
  3. Wolfmancatsup

    Wolfmancatsup Empire State Human

    We have a flat in Hythe, Kent, and Noel Redding and his mum lived close by, when he was young.

    Mick
     
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  4. Snufkin

    Snufkin pfm Member

  5. Tony L

    Tony L Administrator

    Bill Oddie, who isn’t a musician. Plus my house was used in a ‘60s ‘kitchen sink’ film, ‘The Family Way’, which had a soundtrack by That Paul McCartney. Conceptually this means a young Haley Mills took a bath in my living room, but it was a set. They only used my front door.

    PS As bizarre twist to this The Family Way soundtrack was apparently recorded at Cine-Tele Studios, so was likely monitored through my Lockwood cabs (with their original Reds, which sadly I don’t have). They are certainly the right period cabs, and that’s where they came from.
     
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  6. Alfaholic

    Alfaholic pfm Member

    When I lived in Bampton, Oxfordshire Ray Jackson of Lindisfarne moved into the village and frequented my local pub the Morris Clown
     
  7. Marchbanks

    Marchbanks Hat and Beard member

    I’ve seen him playing percussion with a jazz band (led by John Dankworth, at a festival at his Wavendon gaff) and will happily second that.
     
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  8. Dinovector

    Dinovector pfm Member

    Not in my street but in the same class as me in school, David Baynton Power the drummer from James
     
  9. sq225917

    sq225917 Bit of this, bit of that

    Richard Hawley and Martin Simpson both live two streets away.
     
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  10. vince rocker

    vince rocker pfm Member

    As Frank Sinatra said to me, never name-drop.

    No-one that I know of round here, though my road is called Woodstock Drive, built in 1969. When I lived in Leeds I was at different times neighbours with a few Mekons, a couple of the Gang Of Four, Chris Reed (Red Lorry Yellow Lorry) Sara Lee (bass player) and the one of the Three Johns who wasn't called John. But I'm not going to name-drop.
     
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  11. johncee

    johncee pfm Member

    Richard Hawley says he walks his dog in the same place I walk mine, but I've never seen the bugger.o_O
     
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  12. Paul L

    Paul L coffee lounge for me

    Just Elvis on my street, honest.

    Seriously though, this Dusty song is still a Desert Island song for me and I prefer it to the various other covers of it I have.

     
  13. sq225917

    sq225917 Bit of this, bit of that


    Only place he walks his dog is to the pub.
     
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  14. Sonny Beauceron

    Sonny Beauceron pfm Member

    These days we don't have a street, but when I had a flat on a council estate in Camden, Dappy from N'Dubz's Mom (who was lovely) lived in the flat above and he and his crew (lol) were there a lot. When I lived in Primrose Hill, Martin Gore lived a few doors up, on the corner.
     
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  15. misterc6

    misterc6 Wasted and wounded, it ain’t what the moon did

    Manfred Mann lived on my father’s street in Lee Green, Lewisham.

    I grew up in the same town as Hilton Valentine.

    I lived next door to Linda Nolan in Great Dunmow.

    Robert (The Cure) Smith’s nephew (on reflection, he may have been his cousin) was a talented pianist who attended a Pembrokeshire school that I taught in.

    Nothing to do with music, but I was Anna Friel’s nephew’s form teacher in a Carmarthenshire school.
     
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  16. Yank

    Yank Bulbous Also Tapered

    Del Amitri's manager used to be my downstairs neighbor.
     
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  17. flapland

    flapland pfm Member

    Chris Martin lives one street away on the same street as Henry Moore, Piet Mondrian and Barbara Hepworth to name drop three 20C great artists. Sam Smiths management company is on my street.
     
  18. Operajulian

    Operajulian Opera Julian

    Well its all coming out now.
    A further post from Geneva Ave.

    "At no. 41 we cannot boast of titans but of royalty, Canada's beloved Polka King, Walter Ostanek. While he was here he made (or began) several good changes in the layout of the house. He is still alive and well, in St, Catharine's I believe, and so the controversial question of a commemorative plaque does not arise."

    Walter was nominated for many Grammy's and even was honoured with a couple of them.
    Although it's interesting he was just next door - thank goodness his style of accordion music has moved a an hour or so away. Imagine hearing that all day through the shared walls.
    He is still alive - in his eighties and doing a couple of gigs a year.
     
  19. musicman56

    musicman56 50 years hifi & vinyl junkie

    Jim Rodford (Argent) lived in another street at the end of our street in St Albans. My brother was in the same class as his son Steven at school.
     
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  20. guydarryl

    guydarryl pfm Member

    Carmelo Luggeri - grew up within a road, or two, from me.
    I went as one of several "roadies" ;) to Watchfield free concert back in 1975 with a group he was in at the time ( "Quinquereme" I seem to remember).
     

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