Of all the pretenders to the throne of "British Elvis" in the
pre-Beatles UK music scene, none had the
swagger or
moves quite like
Vince Taylor.
His stylings, pitched halfway between Gene Vincent and Pressley, found success in the early 60's, especially in
France. The man who
Joe Strummer described as "the beginning of British rock'n'roll," was on the verge of stardom in 1963, but already hooked on a cocktail of Preludin, speed, LSD and alcohol, he instead
fell apart. Believing himself to be the apostle Matthew or the son of God, he gave sermons on stage while wrapped in a white sheet, ate only eggs, and carried around a map of Europe, trying to point out to people where the UFO's would land.
David Bowie, living in London in 1966, met and was transfixed by this already burnt out, drug addled heartthrob who had "
fallen into a chasm too deep to ever climb out of."
Inspired by the rock star who "thought he was some composite between the Son of God and an alien," he put pen to paper. The song?
Ziggy Stardust.
From the late 1960's it was all downhill, and although Taylor emerged
sporadically for
various comebacks, a few albums (including 1972's "
Vince is alive, well and rocking in Paris") his later years were for the most part a blur of incoherent performances on
small scale tours and periods spent in religious communes and psychiatric wards. He
died in 1991 after a short period working as an aircraft mechanic in Switzerland.
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Vince Taylor:
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There's a Whole Lotta Twistin' goin' on
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Shakin' All Over
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Peppermint Twist
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Too Much
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20 Flight Rock
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What I'd Say
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Brand New Cadillac (audio only)
Nice post, btw.
posted by Captain Cardanthian! at 1:37 PM on May 3