• “Hot Chocolate” set to a picture of the housing album cover.
“Excellent Lo-Fi from Scotland”
From Jock’s second album “The Caledonian Blues” (Invada Records INV-016) released in 2006.
Following on from yesterday’s “Tape Your Head On”, I present a second excellent track from the recently deceased convention-breaker extraordinaire.
“The Caledonian Blues” album was recorded with fellow Edinburgher Gareth Sager. When Jock appeared on stage at Hacienda playing the tea-cup alongside Gareth’s group, Rip, Rig & Panic, the chemistry was electric – in a ceramic sort of way. From that moment on, this collaboration was almost inevitable.
It seems that everybody who kenned Jock loved him. Just the other year, Irvine Welsh said: “Jock Scot is, along with Iggy Pop and Paddy Stanton, one of my all-time heroes.”
But listen, even Jock himself had his own heroes.
Did you know? Hot Chocolate had at least one hit every year from 1970 to 1984. Is it any wonder, therefore, that the work of Errol Brown and his band had such a massive effect on the young Jock?
All over the world, girls recognised the Errol Brown effect in Jock’s performances, and would wriggle up alongside him post-gig and whisper seductively in his ear: “I believe in miracles, where’d you come from? You sexy thing you”.
Being a big-hearted giver, Jock paid tribute to his great hero in 2006.
I read all the books, I saw most of the films,
I had lengthy discussions with friends, late into the night,
Searchin’ for some clue as to how to be a winner a’ the time.
I spoke to Muhammad Ali.
“Stay cool feller” was all he said.
Then it came to me one day, while I was listening to a Hot Chocolate LP,
‘Everyone’s a winner baby. That’s for sure.’
So crooned Errol.
Now, I’m a winner a’ the time and my place in the path of life is firmly in the drivers’ seat
When Jock was a wee boy his family named him “Pooch” because he was so small you could put him in your pocket. When it came to facing his death, however, he proved to be as big as they come, refusing to be burdened with chemotherapy treatment for his cancer.
So never mind this Pooch patter, I’ll remember that Jock took death in his stride like a lion.
Which is just the way he was in his natural habitat at King Tut’s Wah Wah Hut.
Thanks Errol? Naw, thank YOU Jock!
p.s. That picture’s copyrighted by The Quietus but ah stole it coz ah’m a raj, eh? It’s whit he’d’ve wanted.