The Subterraneans

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Bio Part 1 - Introduction + Before The Subterraneans.

 

Gig Poster for The Dark Visit (Coll 1981/82)

Before the Subterraneans got going for real in early 1983, there was a couple of years of learning to play, changing lineups, splitting up, pausing, reforming and name changing etc to get through. This page covers that early period, starting with the obscure meeting of a couple of musically inept Doors fans in 1981.

Anyway, the story… By August of 81, things were looking bad on the music scene in Lewis unless you liked Fleetwood Mac and Dr Hook. The wave of local post-punk bands who had made a bit of a buzz from '78 to '80 had pretty much died out (See Early 80s SY Rock n Roll Scene). The new generation of town trendies were too cool to mess up their Robert Smith overcoats carrying amps around, so the usual soft rock outfits were back playing all the gigs. In terms of live music, things were reverting to how they’d probably been pre-77.

One night in the Nicolson Institute Assembly Hall, the kids at the “back to school” dance were being entertained with a tepid selection of Eagles covers from one of the many bands peddling that kind of laid back mellow West Coast Adult Oriented stuff. It might have been Mission, but I can’t quite recall. New fifth year brats William “Wilbur” Macleod (yet to become Bill) and Iain “Dead Olac” Livingstone stood about, not getting any blones to dance with them and blaming it, naturally, on the uninspired material and delivery of the medallion men onstage.

As the band limped into a version of “Peaceful Easy Feeling” (or something) even more soporific than the original, Wilbur and Dead became convinced that anybody could do better than this. Despite their lack of any musical ability, they decided to start their own group there and then.

Wilbur was a Dylan freak with dubious leanings towards yippieism and beat poets, whereas Dead suffered from a fixation with rockabilly and 60s garage music, and a miniscule record collection supplemented by Darts and Matchbox cassettes. The points at which they met were blues and, crucially, The Doors.

It's hard to believe these days, but back in 81 the Doors were pretty much forgotten, and Wilbur and Dead thought they were the only people in Lewis to have a copy of “LA Woman”. This set them on a mission to bring doom-laden 60s psychedelic rock ‘n’ roll pretension in wraparound shades to the masses. Which in 1981 was going to be an uphill struggle. What they had in mind didn’t fit any better with the prevailing “alternative” trends of the time than with the smooth sounds of the prevailing Tequila Sunrise-merchants. The potential fan base in Lewis didn’t extend much wider than themselves.

Undeterred, Wilbur soon discovered catatonic guitarist Steven "Steeeeevun" Macdonald, newly arrived in the Nicolson from North Uist. The laid-back Glasgwegian Uibhisteach turned out to be the third Doors fan.  Steven’s overwhelming musical influence was the Beatles, but Dead and Wilbur reckoned they could keep him from getting too melodic. Thus began “A Horse Latitudes”, with Steven on Guitar, Wilbur on Vocals and Harmonica and Dead on bass.

Steven’s musical experience was probably extremely limited, despite his laconic assurances that he was a veteran of the North Uist rock ‘n’roll scene; Wilbur and Dead’s was even more so. Wilbur possessed a single harmonica and didn’t realise that you couldn’t use it for playing in every key. Dead’s “bass” was a Polish kids’ acoustic guitar (£4 from a Lewmar catalogue in 1975) with the top 2 strings broken.

Nevertheless, practice sessions were held over the next few months at Wilbur’s in Tolsta or Dead’s in Sandwick. The main criterion for choosing songs was that they should be easy, so most of the Doors’ catalogue had to be ruled out straight away. Standards at the early sessions were Bob Dylan’s “All Along the Watchtower”, the band composition “Nail Me To The Floor” (which made liberal use of the riff from the Stones’ “Get Off My Cloud”), another original “I Was Murdered by the CIA”, and a miminalist attempt at the Doors’ “Hello I Love You”.

At some point the band decided to change their name from “A Horse Latitudes” to the equally portentous “The Dark Visit”. (Not quite sure when or why, but around the time of the 1981 higher prelim exams I remember wasting time sitting in school writing a lyric (never used) that rhymed “What the hell is it?” with “The Dark Visit”.) 

Towards the end of 81, Wilbur was able to secure a gig for the band, supporting The Meantime at a Saturday night dance in the Coll Centre on 19 December. David Maclennan and Robbie Dawson from the Meantime had been in Back school with Wilbur and he is believed to have had a hand in the composition of the lyrics for their TSB Rock School finalist song “World’s End”. Grimsay minister-to-be Kenny Stewart, the Mean Time’s drummer, was a pal of Steven’s and agreed to fill in on drums for the support slot (See Gigs)

The gig couldn’t have been that bad, because this lineup went on practising for the first few months of 1982, supporting the Mean Time again at Coll at another Saturday gig in March. This time Steven’s fellow Uibhisteach and erstwhile Meantime vocalist Iain Macaskill sat in on drums. A couple more songs were rehearsed during this period: Willie Dixon’s “Back Door Man” (after the Doors’ version) and The Doors’ own “Light My Fire”. Dead and Steven individually put forward a couple more originals for rehearsal but they were rejected derisively for being crap and never even attempted.

Tapes of the December 81 and March 82 support slots were made, but if they still survive then Steven’s got them, and nobody knows where he is. A practice tape was recorded at Dead’s house during this period but is now lost.

All this borrowing of drummers was becoming a bit difficult, so when aspiring Springfield Road boy muso Alan Dick appeared one day volunteering himself as a permanent drummer, with a drum kit and a place to practice, it seemed too good to be true. It was. Thus began a grim period in the band’s development, with rehearsals based in the Sea Cadet hut on Inaclete Road.

The first blow was Steven’s departure. Rather than continue on to do 6th year in the Nicolson, the worldly wise guitarist decided to go straight to college in Glasgow at the end of 5th year, and was rarely seen again.

 Bob Bitchin's Busted Baldwin (Left) as played by Bod.

Luckily Alasdair “Bod” Mackay stepped in to replace Steven on guitar straight away, using an old 12-string Baldwin semiacoustic (with 6 strings) borrowed from Swedish TV's Alex John Kennedy (the future Bob Bitchin'). Bod and Steven’s styles couldn’t have been more different – Bod was influenced heavily by the Velvet Underground and Joy Division/New Order at the time, where Steven had veered towards tuneful McCartneyisms which had to be countered by Dead and Wilbur’s atonal racket. Bod was also avowedly new-wave at the time, not keen on 12-bars or anything bluesy that might be construed as conventionally “rock”. Dead and Wilbur, obviously, were. The results were interesting but never quite seemed to click, partly because of the “creative tension”, partly because a second guitar was desperately needed to beef the sound up and partly because of the band’s rapidly deteriorating relationship with their drummer.

All these musical differences culminated in a mass walk out in October 82 when the rest of the band abandoned the drummer and the Sea Cadet hut and headed for the Caley lounge, never to return.

Things were looking bad, and the short-lived “Desolation Angels” project didn’t help. Wilbur, Dead and Bod got together with Kristina Macleod (piano) and Kirsty Mackay (flute) for a couple of practices in the Music Department of the Nicolson. I can’t remember much about this, nor what songs were attempted, but I guess the combination of the guys’ punk ineptitude and the girls’ advanced classical capability would either have produced something great or just not clicked. And it didn’t.

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