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Tales of Rock – Pattie Boyd
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Precious few of us will know what it’s like to hear a hit song on the radio and be able to say, “That’s about me!” If we do, we can only hope it’s not on a Beyonce track called “Uber Driver Smelled Like Piss.”
Even fewer of us will ever know what it’s like to have a former lover pen a top-40 song about our time together. Yet, there are still hundreds, if not thousands, such people walking the earth right now. These are the anonymous men who wish they had a platform to rebut Taylor Swift or Adele, or the unknown woman who tried to tell The Weeknd that he was probably having a stroke. It has to be flattering regardless of how you’re portrayed — whether your track falls into the “Your Body Is A Wonderland” or “You Oughta Know” category, at least you know you made an impression.
But within that select group is an even more elite subset of people who’ve gotten around enough that they became the subject of multiple hit songs, from different artists. This is the story of one such woman who inspired at least three of the most iconic love songs ever and is the subject of at least five songs overall (that we know of!). These tunes combined to sell tens of millions of copies and spawned dozens of covers — she is literally one of the most sung-about humans in the history of the species, and her name is Pattie Boyd.
Let’s start with “Wonderful Tonight” by Eric Clapton, one of the most romantic songs ever.
It appears in shows and movies like Miami Vice, Friends, Captain Phillips, The Story of Us, and countless crappy Idol type shows. Every time it’s in a soundtrack, it’s to signal the deep infatuation between two characters. A more historically accurate use, however, would be signaling the love between a character and someone else’s wife.
See, Clapton wrote the song in the late ’70s for Boyd, his then-girlfriend. Reportedly, he was waiting for her to get dressed one night and instead of complaining that she should have started getting ready 30 minutes ago, he just wrote a classic song.
This was not a new occurrence for her, though, and her romantic history with famous songwriters was a long and tumultuous one. Years earlier, in 1968, George Harrison of the Beatles had written the song “Something” for his then-wife … also Pattie Boyd:
That’s “Something” as in “Something in the way she moves … ” aka, another of the most romantic songs in history. Harrison later changed his story and denied the song was for Boyd, but you would, too, after what happened next.
See, Harrison and Clapton were good friends at the time, which is why it was awkward when Clapton fell madly in love with Harrison’s wife. He even wrote a song for her. No, not “Wonderful Tonight,” this was still years earlier — we’re talking about “Layla,” the epic seven-minute rocker that, thanks to Goodfellas, you can’t hear without picturing dead mobsters in a ditch somewhere.
So, that’s another one of the greatest love songs ever. Upon hearing it, Boyd … didn’t care much for it, apparently, because she didn’t respond to Clapton’s advances, sending him into a four-year heroin binge. Admit it: How many of you out there are now sad that you never got the chance to know this woman?
It was only after that, when her marriage to Harrison had completely fallen apart, that she finally hooked up with Clapton. But wait, there’s more! According to Ronnie Wood of the Rolling Stones, he and Harrison slept with each other’s wives in the ’70s and Wood wrote the songs “Mystifies Me” …
And “Breathe on me” about Boyd as well.
Look, let’s just assume every love song is about Pattie Boyd unless you hear otherwise.
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A Unique Gift – Chapter 2
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Are You Taking Him for Granted? The Checklist to Know for Sure
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Wildwood Daze – Summer of 1980 – Morey’s Pier
That photo above is of me rocking out on Morey’s Pier. You can see in the background my ex-girlfriend Lola wearing a shirt that reads: And on the eighth day God created Union Jacks.
Somehow we got a gig playing on Morey’s Pier. That’s the best amusement pier in Wildwood, New Jersey.
I remember the morning of the gig the band converged on the boardwalk with all of our gear.
We set up our stage in front of one of the amusement rides and went to Sam’s Pizza to get something to eat.
Back then I had terrible anxiety and it was hard for me to imagine eating before a gig, or anything for that matter.
I got a slice and a coke and laughed it up with the boys in the band.
This was going to be a watershed moment in our bands short history.
We went under the boardwalk to get ready and have a chat before the show.
I stayed behind telling the guys I’d be right up and ready to play after I took a piss.
I stood in the soft sand under the best amusement pier on the island. This was going to an amazing show. It was still early and the sea air was sweet and it was cool in the shadows beneath the pier.
I proceeded to throw up because I was so afraid.
I pulled myself together after several minutes and headed up the ramp to the sunny pier.
People were starting to fill the pier.
We needed to go on. The day was beginning.
I pulled my Ibanez Iceman from its case and put her on.
I never felt like I was anything until I put that guitar on.
I plug into my Marshall and we all tune up. I have to tune Mark the bass player’s bass because he’s tone-deaf. Can you imagine that? A kid whose parents are wealthy enough to pay for their music loving son great equipment who wants to be in a band and doesn’t have the physical chops to actually e a musician.
I need to get the fuck out of this band.
I love Jim, and he is a good musician and all but he’s into Lynyrd Skynrd and Clapton. I want to play music like Judas Priest and Iron Maiden. I no longer feel like I belong in this band anymore.
We blaze through our set and it’s a beautiful day. I’m surrounded by pretty girls (There they are in front of me!) and doing the one thing I love the most in the world. It’s the beginning of the summer and I couldn’t be happier.
When you have anxiety and get sick, you’re not really ill. You’re just frightened. You vomit because you’re so terrified to have to do the impending deed, you become physically ill. But once you vomit, you actually feel better because you know you can’t puke onstage now. (Pat Benetar and Barbra Streisand have the very same thing)
The show was great and we killed it. I had my Marshall amp on 6 and the show was loud. The crowd loved our set. My mother later told me that she was sitting on the porch of our house at 8th street and could hear me playing the opening riff to the song “Satisfaction” .
Let’s do the math here. That’s 18 blocks away. My mom heard my Marshal roaring from 18 blocks away. That’s some loud rock n’ roll man!
It was an amazing show and everybody loved us and I was pelted with phone numbers as usual.
But it would be bittersweet.
That was our final show as a band. The summer was upon us and we all worked our jobs during the busy season. During that time Mark had lost all the weight and fell in love with the band The Cure. The eighties were rapidly approaching and Mark wanted a change.
He told us that we could no longer practice at his families restaurant and he was quitting the band.
He wanted to pursue the new wave music that was coming at the turn of the decade. I got it. He was always a weak member but I liked the guy. But without a place to practice, the band fell apart.
I remember my father seeing this picture of me and my best friend Jim and saying :”What are these guys on?”
We never took drugs and rarely drank even beer. I love this pic. Jim and i shared a passion for music, depression, isolation and a love of playing rock and roll.
I hardly talk to him now but know if I showed up at his house we’d be right back where we were as teenagers and have a laugh, a drink and a meal.
He’s a gifted hard-working artist and I will never forget him.
To me it looks like a pic of a couple of good-looking young rock stars.
And I’ll tell you this… I get my energy from people. I don’t need coffee or cigarettes anymore. When I played on stage with Jim, I got my energy from him.
I would look to my left and he was always there. My best friend. I knew we were in sync as musicians because we were such good friends.
Thank you, Jim. I love you.
The Union Jacks were a defining moment in my music career and I will never forget the time I had with these guys making music and trying to figure out our lives a long time ago.
Once we all realized the band was dead we all needed to figure out what we were going to do.
Jim, was going to be a sophomore in Wildwood School. (He later married an older woman whose dad was a doctor and he started an Art Institute in the Poconos that still thrives today. Jim is an artist and entrepreneur.
Mark was going to become Robert Smith in the Cure. (He later was in a band called The Flesh Lords that were an absolute piece of shit)
I never found out what happened out what happened to Brian. I later found out he was gay and hopefully he is happy doing whatever he’s doing. What a spectacular drummer and singer!
Me? Graduated high school and no longer in a band. My father said “You’re either going in the military of getting a job.”
Really dude?
You rip me from my life in Philly and my band and drop me off here because of your fucking life? So Janice can go to college and fuck my life because I’m a shitty student and I don’t matter?
I’m getting second honors at Wildwood High you cunt. I’m an art major and people love my work. You can’t crush this artist. I’m out of here.
Why would you drop me off in the hell you came from your childhood? the resort town you were forced to live in because your parents got divorced when nobody did that?
You asshole.
I love you for all that you’ve done but you’re still an asshole.
Fuck this.
Fuck you.
I know I’m not good enough and a disappointment and a sad dark refection of you. (I know you’ve told me who you are… almost proudly)
You can’t make a good son because he’ll be too much like you.
Don’t worry I know you. You’ll never admit that. You have three great daughters to justify your existence.
Whats one son?
You always have your grandson for a do over.
See ya.
“I’m going to California to play rock.”
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