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TerryMurphy
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« Reply #5 on: January 22, 2012, 09:18:24 PM » |
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Part one of three post from the book bridge house canning town Tom Driscol and Gerry McAvoy came into the bridge house before leaving to do there gig with Rory Tom bought a drink, I bought a drink. My son Lloyd is serving us, I said to him, ‘do you fancy going to Ireland to see Gerry and Rory play?’ I knew he was a big fan of their music so he jumped at the chance. Gerry gave me his hotel number and told me to ring him once we got to Cork.
We arrived in Cork and booked a nice room in a hotel. We left our bags, changed our clothes and called a cab to go to Gerry’s hotel. We met up and went straight to the bar; this is the day before the gig. The Murphy’s stout was going down a treat so we had a very pleasant evening.
After breakfast the next morning, we had a tour of Cork in the Limo that was provided for us. Then we went off to the gig. These cars had special passes to get in to the backstage car park, which was kept a secret. The route had been made known only to promoters, the artists and management. If the fans had found out you would not have been able to get through the crowds. I believe there was something like 50,000 fans, so there had to be a secret entrance. The one we used was probably the secret route in and out of the castle that had been used all those hundreds of years ago.
When we arrived we went straight to the bands dressing room. Gerry, Rod ,Ted McKenna and Lou Martin were waiting there. Gerry said that Rory would like to see me, so he takes me into Rory’s dressing room, Rory was all alone and when I entered Gerry left. This surprised me, but this was Rory, a quiet unassuming man, completely different from other rock stars I have met. He gave me a drink, I thanked him and said, and ‘god bless you Rory’. He looked me right in the eye and said, ‘do you mean that’, I told him,‘of course I do’. ‘Let’s prove it’, he said. So we sat down, I looked at him and said the Lords prayer. After I had finished he smiled and said, ‘and god bless you, Terry Murphy’. He asked me where my Ancestors had come from and I told him Cork. He said, ‘ay, that’s the reason, we may be related’. I don’t know what the reason was, I never asked, but it did seem as if he had been thinking about me. Perhaps being older than him, I was the father figure he was looking for. Gerry came back so we wished them all good luck and said we would see them after the gig.
There was a special place set up in front of the stage for the guests of the bands, there were other great bands on the show including Status Quo. But everyone was waiting for Rory. Earlier, back in his adopted home town, the crowds had gathered to watch and cheer as he arrived in his helicopter. Now, they awaited their god of rock to arrive on stage. Quo at last finished their set.
We watched as Tom Driscoll did all the last minute checks to the onstage equipment, he winked and showed out a hand, five more minutes to wait. The DJ finished his last record, it went deathly quiet, then there was a screeching of car tyres and seconds later Rory runs on stage.
‘Welcome, Mr Rory Gallagher’, said the announcer but nobody heard it. Rory was straight into Bullfrog Blues, the perfect start. The gig just went into full throttle, getting better and better, the fans were going mad.
Standing in front of us was one Johnny Rotten of the Sex Pistols along with Bob Geldoff of the Boomtown Rats and a publicist I was to meet later, as well as a few other friends of theirs. Rotten had come in with this bucket of urine, his friend had another one and they threw it at the band. I and Lloyd rushed over to stop the second bucket being thrown, the security was quickly there and they were thrown out. Yes, sir Bob included. Rory was raving although none of the urine reached him. If it had gone on his guitar or the amps they could have been electrocuted or set alight.
There was a reception after the gig and the newly formed ‘Hot Press’ was handing out awards to the bands. It was a nice reception. Myself, Lloyd and Gerry were standing at the bar, when who walks in, Johnny Rotten. He came bowling up to the bar, Gerry remembering the earlier incident said, ‘I am going to kill him’. Gerry threw the best right hander he had ever thrown, Lloyd blocked it and I grabbed Gerry. I told him, ‘that’s what he wants, cheap publicity. Don’t let it show’. By this time Rotten had run away. This whole incident was filmed by a German crew; Gerry’s got a copy which will be nice to see one day.
Gerry’s management had come to his aid and ushered them all out the door, and then they were gone. There was me and Lloyd left in the hall and no idea where the band was. They had left the hotel where they were staying and there was another reception that we had all been invited to.
While we are standing there wondering what to do, this official comes over and tells me that Rory’s on the phone. Rory said not to worry and that he will send someone down to pick us up in about half an hour. We waited for well over an hour, and then all of a sudden there was a terrible loud noise over the hall. What a surprise, Rory had sent a helicopter to pick us up and take us the 10 miles back to cork. A lovely time was had by all.
Gerry and Tom came back with us to London and who’s sitting next to us on the plane, Bob Geldoff. During the flight, we downed a couple bottles of champagne and Tom looks like he’s going to give Bob a wallop. A good job my son Lloyd was there to stop him. We managed to get to London without any serious incident and I dropped Tom of at his home before we hurried back to the Bridge House, where we had a busy gig to promote.
We were to see a lot more of Rory, Gerry, Rod Ted and Lou as they continued to play for us at the Bridge. Rory was to change his drummer on a couple of occasions. Ted McKenna and then Brendan O’Neill, they both became regulars at the Bridge, thanks to Gerry McAvoy.
Gerry and Brendan now play with another band that started at the Bridge, Nine Below Zero. They had started with us as the Stan Smith Blues band, their harp player, Mark Felham had joined Rory’s band with Gerry and Brendan. Now they’re altogether in this band fronted by founder member Dennis Greaves on vocals and doing very well indeed as one of the busiest bands on the circuit.
The last time I saw Rory, was down the kings road, Fulham. My daughter Vanessa had put on a musical play down there. Rory, seeing the name Murphy on the promotional material, had come down to support us. He was living locally and he looked fine. It was lovely to see him, he did not stay to see the musical but we had a drink together. I remember saying to him, ‘see you at the next gig’, and he replied, ‘I will not be playing any more’, I turned to him and said, ‘what about Gerry and the guys’. He looked me in the eye; his eyes were sad and said, ‘oh, they’ve got a new band together. They’re looking after themselves’, this was not the Rory I knew, he had put a bit of weight on, which all musos do when they’re not on the road. He was very sad, little did I know, that at this time his liver had packed up and he was waiting for a transplant, he was to have the operation, but he went back in and died on the operating table at the age of 47 a really big loss to the whole world. His brother Donal, who managed him, made a video of the gig at the Bridge. I wonder if he has still got a copy of it. I should try to contact him I would love to see it. WELL THE VIDEO IS ON FACE BOOK ON MY OR RORY GALLAGHERS
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