More Memories

Here is another picture from the attic. This is the day we got signed by Warner Bros in America. In this picture are Mo Austin, Ian Grant, Alan Edwards and Lenny Waronker.

Warner Bros

Mo was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2003 by Paul Simon, Neil Young, and Lorne Michaels. He is known among his colleagues as the most artist-friendly executive in the music business.

He was hired as president of Reprise Records by Frank. At Reprise he was involved with such artists as Ella Fitzgerald, Sammy Davis Jr, The Kinks and, guess who?

Lenny produced recording sessions for Nancy Sinatra, The Everly Brothers, Van Dyke Parks, Randy Newman, Ry Cooder, Arlo Guthrie, Maria Muldaur, Gordon Lightfoot, Rickie Lee Jones, James Taylor, etc.

It was a privilege and a pleasure to be involved with those legendary people.

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Stuart, Mark and Bruce with producer Rafe McKenna


Came across a batch of old photos in the attic last night. This is from the Driving To Damascus sessions at Rockfield Wales. Tony was in isolation booth getting ready to do his bass on ‘Dive Into Me’ and that is why he is absent from picture. We had a fantastic time at Rockfield and Rafe was a great choice for producer, he certainly brought out the best in us. I hope to scan in more photos from the past and share them with you.

Happy times indeed

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Lerwick, Shetland

Shetland, Shetland, Shetland. So good they named it thrice.

First time on the island for Big Country and boy did we have a ball. You Shetlanders know how to party. Best Saturday night I have had in ages. The Mareel Centre was bouncing and we had a great time back at the hotel with some fantastic Shetland hospitality. You guys have a wonderful venue up there and I hope it brings work and revenue into the community. That is why this tour is really important to Big Country. We are playing in a lot of venues that are off the beaten track and I find that really satisfying, travelling the extra distance to take our music to the people of this wonderful place we call home. Check out the bulletin on the breakfast menu.


Shetland you rock.

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Sweet Home Alhambra
Dunfermline, Fife


Lord I’m coming home to you, so sang the great Lynyrd Skynyrd, (pronounced and spelt Lynyrd Skynyrd, although if you do a spell check it reads Lanyard Spaniard) Anyway enough of my yakkin’, Have a swatch of these two beauties I found in the attic. What a gorgeous pair of SG’s. The wine red one has a bolt on neck, and the sunburst is a replica of my old 500 that I had in the early 80’s built by Smiggs of Kirkcaldy. The replica has a glue in neck unlike the 2000 which was straight through and needed a brass sustain bar to improve the tone. This one is built to the same spec as a Gibson Les Paul and actually sounds like one. All pickups are Seymour Duncan and the 500 has a Di Marzio at neck with single coil.

Looking forward to seeing friends at this wonderful theatre in Dunfermline on the 19th.

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Dunfermline, Fife.



Thurso, Thurso, Thurso! What do I know about Thurso, well it’s the day sandwiched between Wedno and Frido. But apart from that, it is the most northerly town in the UK, and we are looking forward to starting our next journey at the top. The tour is going to take us out of the cities and into the towns the length and breadth of the country. As a band we always take the scenic route and can’t wait to take our show to these far flung places.

Now just wondering what axe to play with, this is my Antoria Junior that I found in an Aberdeen pawn shop on the last tour. As usual I have heavily modified it. All hardware was stripped off or rather fell off. I added the Bigsby tremolo arm and Strat pickup at the neck position. It also needed a refret. A few tweaks here and there and I have the ultimate punk rock guitar.

Thurso, we can’t wait

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Dunfermline, Fife.


Oi! Dorothy, close your eyes and tap your desert boots together three times.

Think to yourself, “There’s no place like the toon. There’s no place like the toon.”

Yes folks, here we are back in Dunfermline after living on a bus since June. What a social experiment that was. From the desert highway to the New York subway, 5 musicians, 3 road crew, 1 swag lady, 1 crazy driver plus 4 family. Thank God I got home with my sanity intact, well apart from falling asleep on the couch. Sandra tried to wake me and I told her she was a f*ckin’ weirdo and to get out of my bunk. Isn’t time travel wonderful? Tomorrow I will switch on the hoover and get Sarah and Jamie to shake my bed.

I would like to thank Jan, Sarah, Mickey V, Ray, Will, Jules, Wee Dylan, Medium Sized Dylan and young Evan, whose smile kept us all going every morning.

Also big thanks to all behind the scenes and LHS people.

Last but not least, North America and Canada, we love you and hope to come back next year for more shows.

A small city made of metal cometh.

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Pensacola, Florida

“Are we a bus?” shouts Ray upon pulling away from the truck stop. “Yes. We’re a bus.” is the usual reply, and we hit the road again. So far we’ve already left Jamie behind at a truck stop in Bum Fart, Nebraska thinking he was in his bunk sleeping which was an 8 hour round trip to get him back. Will got off the bus in Pig’s Testicle, Idaho to use the restroom and he was left behind. These mistakes are expensive and cost the band fuel, tolls, taxes and eat into the driver’s time. The simple solution is to hang your backstage pass on the steering wheel so the driver knows you are off the bus. This is one of the many problems that occur on the road.

Here is a little insight in to our world. That’s Mike leading us into another rousing chorus of 68 guns at the front. Only another 67 to go. Mark’s sitting in what’s known as the hot seat which is a bad place to be. Yes that’s last night’s stage costumes hanging up above him and the A/C is busted again. The canine shaped thing at the back performing an act of unspeakable vulgarity on Derek was almost road kill ’til he rescued him. He’s called Rodney and his bite is much worse than his bark. His farts are also rotten which explains the look of disgust on Mark’s face. Behind Jamie is our sleeping quarters. Notice the lack of modesty curtains, mattresses, pillows and comforters. The door to the right is the rest room which simply opens to the outside world, and believe me; you don’t want to take a rest there. Behind the sleeping quarters is the crew room. We don’t allow them to travel with us as we are the talent and are far superior intellectually to them. We do unchain them at truck stops but they always find their way back to the bus.

For some strange reason Jamie seems very happy in this picture. Whoever comes up with the funniest caption as to what he is thinking wins a free ticket to the Dunfermline Alhambra show in October.

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Akron, Ohio the next day.

Are we not men? We are Loco. I decided to spend an extra day in Akron. Well, I had to. I was playing a show. And what are you lot laughing at? No. it’s not a flower pot or even a hat. It’s a Devo energy dome and I love it. And before you lot start typing ‘Is it Bill or Ben’ just remember that these energy domes were responsible for some of the most original music to come out of America in the late 70’s. Devo, I salute you as well as the wonderful city that is Akron.

(Just after I posted this, a kid drove past me on a moped and called me Lego Head. I hate kids, they’re weird.)

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Akron, Ohio

Rubber City Rollers
News just in. Big Country to expand line up for next album and tour. Here we see the guys having a jam with The Rubber City Rollers. That’s Johnny ‘Two Lips Becker’ ripping it up on sousaphone while blowing his top at the back; ‘Lungs’ Lafferty makes that euphonium his own. Let’s not forget on backing vocals and triangle the amazing Rubber Jenny Brown. Sure plays a mean trombone.

Mmmmmm that’s nice

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Date: Unknown.
Location: In North America, possibly in a state.

The Dean and I.
James Dean

Hum drum days and a hum drum ways. Hey kids. Let me tell you how I met your mom. So sung Kevin and Lawrence along with their 10 cubic centimetres of pure pop genius back in ’73. Well, boys. Never mind that. While you lot were loading up your rubber bullets and smooching in the dark with the Dean’s daughter, I was out there in Alcholand hanging out with the man himself. That’s right, James Dean. (Check out my picture if you don’t believe me) Although the conversation was a little flat, he told me he was most appreciative to be immortalized in their song.

He also had a soft spot for David Essex.

I better go, Ethel Merman just showed up.

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