On this point, as we flirted with heavy rock and glam, krautrock, pop, prog, punk and reggae, folk and the legacy of sixties music in those glory days of our teenage years, like everyone, it seems we are infinitely connected to the tunes we heard that drove our parents wild. I sadly learnt today that Burke Shelley, singer and bassist from Welsh power trio Budgie, has died aged 71. I try not to always write about the death of a musician whose records I own, if I did then this would simply be an obituary blog because at this point many of those that I followed as a teenager are into their seventies and eighties and off to The Great Gig In The Sky. I saw Budgie live at St George’s Hall in Liverpool in the mid-seventies. I was in the front row and remember “freaking out”, that meant shaking your head around to the music in those days. I got a broken drum stick from the stage, took it home as a trophy, glued it back together and proudly owned it until all my treasures were thrown away when I was out of the country, discovering the world. The support band was an unknown Judas Priest and everyone wondered who the singer with the short hair was. There will always be a place in my heart for Budgie and his crazy high voice and his clunky pick-played bass guitar, drummer Ray Phillips and guitarist Tony Bourge, the original band. The Roger Dean cover of Never Turn Your Back On A Friend (1973) and mad titles like You Are The Biggest Thing Since Powdered Milk and In The Grip Of A Tyre Fitter’s Hand, Welsh humour perhaps, but their most famous song Breadfan was covered by Metallica and later another Budgie song with a silly title, Crash Course In Brain Surgery. Breadfan was one of the first riffs I learnt to play. Burke Shelley, singer-bassist, RIP.
Music Of The Daze
The musical musings in this post are an excerpt from my daily blog, TO WHERE I AM NOW, featured on my main website. See more pictures and read the full post here.