Author: Leigh Banks

I am a journalist, writer and broadcaster ... lately I've been concentrating on music, I spent many years as a music critic and a travel writer ... I gave up my last editorship a while ago and started concentrating on my blog. I was also asked to join AirTV International as a co host of a new show called Postcard ...
KNOCK-OUT DIFFERENCE I SAW BETWEEN A PRINCE OF MUSIC AND A PAUPER OF HEARTS ALL THOSE YEARS AGO

KNOCK-OUT DIFFERENCE I SAW BETWEEN A PRINCE OF MUSIC AND A PAUPER OF HEARTS ALL THOSE YEARS AGO

A short time ago one of the grand icons of popular music died from Covid and is still being mourned all over the world.

Meat Loaf was a metaphorical prince amongst men and rock gods.

Shortly before the 74 year old rock’n’roller died, a real prince amongst men had his dignity and standing removed in the full glare of Royal anger and family survival.

He is Andrew, the man formerly known as prince.

I met them both together many many many blue moons ago. And even then they stood out in the crowd by being as different from each other as it was possible to be.

Meat was the flamboyant vibrantly sweaty laughing show-off who didn’t care how he came across as long as people reacted to him.

On the other sweaty palm there was the silly pompous look-at-me-look-at-me posh boy Prince Andrew.

When I met Andrew all those many moons ago (he actually seems to wear all of those moons in place of his face nowaday), he was a bit of a rich boy who nothing seemed to go wrong for! War treasure in the making. And I don’t think Fergie had yet even had her big toe sucked when he wasn’t looking.

I simply didn’t like him …he was still quite good-looking but even then he was a bit purple faced, jowly, goofy toothed. And rather heavy in the old Bristol department, I seem to remember.

His dark hair was stringy wet and clung to his head like the legs of a squashed spider.

He’d been running around Alton Towers in Staffordshire like Mr Blobby and he was hot as he shared a few haughty words with us, the lowly Press Pack.

It was the Royal It’s a Knockout event and in its own way was quite prophetic … now, because of his involvement with Maxwell and Epstein over many years, it is easy say that his next big event may turn out to be the Royal It’s a K*ckout!

Meat Loaf by contrast was just enjoying himelf and doing what he did best – entertaining folk. He was a BIG Texan-type and noisy as a Cadillac shouting and hollering as he tackled the nonsensical trials of rubber dummies and water ‘falls’ set up by the BBC for this massive royal charity event.

He was also quite aggressive and didn’t suffer fools gladly – which is why he probably threatened to throw Andrew off the castillated walls of Alton Towers in to the moat.

I remember wishing at the time that he would. And today I wish he had!

Meat Loaf was a prince, a charmer … Andrew on the other hand was a class-less pauper of the heart all the way back then.

#princeandrew #dukeofyork #royalfamily #royals #queen #hrh #maxwell #epstein #meatloaf #jimsteinman

Court in the act … the liars and beasts of family law

Court in the act … the liars and beasts of family law

The Society contributor, musician and writer Andrew Brel, takes a short, sharp look at those who think they can pass judgement on our lives …

British family law is a racket whose purpose is not to represent the best interest of children.

It’s purpose is to reward the members of family law and in that it is enormously successful.
By CAFCASS calculation (detailed in my book WHO LIES WINS) 100% of cases disputed in family court include parental alienation and child abuse.

Andrew Brel

That number in actuality represents around 100,000 people in the UK – children, parents and grandparents – whose lives are blighted, often beyond repair, annually.
Judges in family court hearing lie as a matter of course knowing they are protected by Section 12 of the Administration of Justice Act, a ridiculous antiquated legal nonsense that provides qualified immunity for family court judges to make unappealable judgments.

Until this law is removed – and judges are required to meet the same bar of competency as in any other branch of law, that is the transparency of an appeal process to prevent liars from lying in awareness that their lies will be kept secret. Why then would they not lie for the rewards this represents when family law provides what is literally a get out of jail free card for any lying judge.

#jusges #familycourts #dadsmums #children #parentalalienaiton #familylaw

Let me sleep on it … the sad death of Meat Loaf, aged 74

Let me sleep on it … the sad death of Meat Loaf, aged 74

Covid probably killed one of the world’s favourite ‘wild man’ stars – I won’t be controlled by masks, he said in recent interview

Meat Loaf is dead. Despite his recent illnesses, he was one who was supposed to go on forever – after all he made so many of our rock’n’roll dreams come true.

He was just 74. 

He was big, he was overweight, he sweated like Niagara, mugged, shimmied, stalked and gave some of the best music theatre shows of the Eighties and Nineties.

He was up there in so many ways with Alice and Ozzy – Meat was quite simply a giant of music, a king of rock’n’roll.

The Bat out of Hell singer powerhouse died with his wife Deborah at his side.

His real name is Michael Lee Aday and he sold more than 100 million albums, made films, did celebrity shows, made us laugh and made us cry.

Meat was another of those with a golden voice … and Jesus, did he know how to use it, making some of the biggest rock ballads of the last and this century.

A statement confirming the loss said: “Our hearts are broken to announce that the incomparable Meat Loaf passed away tonight with his wife Deborah by his side. 

Daughters Pearl and Amanda and close friends have been with him throughout the last 24 hours.

“His amazing career spanned six decades that saw him sell over 100 million albums worldwide and star in over 65 movies, including Fight Club, Focus, Rocky Horror Picture Show and Wayne’s World.

KNOCK-OUT DIFFERENCE I SAW BETWEEN A PRINCE OF MUSIC AND A PAUPER OF HEARTS ALL THOSE YEARS AGO – The Leigh G Banks Preservation Society

“Bat Out of Hell remains one of the top 10 selling albums of all time.”

The statement said: “We know how much he meant to so many of you and we truly appreciate all of the love and support as we move through this time of grief in losing such an inspiring artist and beautiful man. We thank you for your understanding of our need for privacy at this time.

“From his heart to your souls… don’t ever stop rocking!”

He was best known for his album Bat Out of Hell, which is among the top best-selling albums in US history, selling more than 14 million copies.

Its singles, “Two of Three Ain’t Bad” and “Paradise by the Dashboard Light”, both were certified platinum in 2018 and at the time of release peaked at No. 11 and No. 39 on the Billboard Hot 100. 

And in 1993 he won a Grammy Award for his song I’d Do Anything For Love (But I Won’t Do That).

When the pandemic first began, Meat Loaf offered supportive messages to his fans. “We all need to come together to fight the outbreak of this deadly virus,” Meat Loaf wrote on social media in March 2020, per The Sun. “So, please know how to protect yourself and others around you.” Meat Loaf’s attitude seemed to change over the course of the pandemic, though, as he voiced his frustrations in an interview with The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette in August 2021. “I understood stopping life for a little while, but they cannot continue to stop life because of politics,” Meat Loaf said of COVID-19 shutdowns. He blasted mask use in his interview, saying, “They don’t do anything. They don’t stop you from getting COVID. They’re just a nuisance and make your nose itch and make it so you can’t breathe.” The star even foreshadowed his own tragic death in the interview when speaking about dodging the control of the government. “If I die, I die,” Meat Loaf said, “but I’m not going to be controlled.”

How K6 where Keith Moon’s death was made public ended up in the mountains

How K6 where Keith Moon’s death was made public ended up in the mountains

If we could dial ‘P’ for past what stories would be revealed about this old telephone box…

The telephone box in a pair in Curzon Square, London almost half a century ago

It stood for decades in rainy Mayfair, just yards from the famous Playboy club and arrangements for many a liaison will have been made  inside its bodice of cast-iron ribs and glass lit by a bare light bulb.

Phone boxes way-back-when were everybody’s kiosk of secrets, hushed dates,  fumbled amorous encounters and steamy passions.

This one resided on the corner of Curzon Street, a part of London known for rock stars, decadence, parties and clandestine affairs of the heart.

The box is a K6, one of two in Curzon Street – it was introduced by the General Post Office between 1926 and 1983. This one was designed by Sir Giles Gilbert Scott to commemorate the Silver Jubilee of the Coronation of King George V in 1935. About 60,000 were installed across Britain.

There has always been something naughty but nice about these call boxes but in the 1990s Westminster council decided to clean their act up.

Most of the kiosk in London – but in particular in Mayfair because of its hedonistic reputation – were becoming repositories for business cards advertising the services of  French maidsAustralian Stunners and Gorgeous Grannies

Westminster councillors demanded the phone boxes were redesign to stop the cards being posted. More than 20,000 cards were placed every week in the 500 kiosks within central London.

This particular kiosk stood close to Chesterfield Gardens, a cul-de-sac off Curzon Street where Radio Caroline had its land-based office – 17 Curzon Street was sales office for  Radio London.

Both were shut down by Harold Wilson’s Marines Offences Act in 1968 which tried to turn swashbuckling radio pirates like Tony Prince and Noel Edmunds into real criminals of the air waves.

But the saddest story about this bit of old England which now stands outside a hotel called Aqua City near the High Tatras mountains, happened at number 9. The part of owner of the hotel says he bought the box many years agoat a London auction. I have no reason to disbelieve him.

This was the run-down two bedroom apartment owned by American songwriter Harry Nilsson.

And that apartment was the tragic scene of the deaths of pop and rock icons Mama Cass and drummer Keith Moon in the heady 1970s.

On both occasions the Press pack, eager to get their stories to their Fleet Street newsdesks three miles away, would have used this kiosk to phone across the breaking news.

#slovakia #K6 #redphonebox #keithmoon #who #mamacass #curzonstreet #playboy #harrynillson

‘It’s my party and I’ll lie if I want to’ … is Sneer Drama wrong to snigger at boozing Boris?

‘It’s my party and I’ll lie if I want to’ … is Sneer Drama wrong to snigger at boozing Boris?

When is having a beer with work mates – indoors during a pandemic lockdown – the right thing to do?

When you are Sir Keir Starmer it appears!

Yes, the simpering legal needle, that sanctimonious sap who trembles in Corbyn’s duffle of a shadow, was caught in photos boozing with staff members in an office.

It was a work meeting, he says smugly through his toothy smile and beneath his foppery of hair.

However, when naughty Boris – through his thin lips and his giant haystack of hirsuteness – said the same thing to excuse restriction-flouting drinks in the Downing Street garden, that pompous pious Smear Alarmer demanded his resignation.

But surely Boris was in a far safer environment to avoid spreading Covid than the stuffy room in Durham where the pious leader of the Opposition attended his!

Oh, and by the way, the number of people at Keir’s party seems to be going up.

The initial story was that it was just the Labour leader and a few colleagues enjoying a beer and a takeaway after a long day on the local election campaign trail.

Yesterday, however, Sir Keir admitted the ‘team’ around him comprised six people. Presumably also present were representatives of the constituency association, whose office it was.

How many in total, then?

Yes, there were multiple gatherings at Downing Street. But that doesn’t make Sir Keir’s soiree any more acceptable. Or him any less of a hypocrite.

And at least Boris has said he’s sorry … has Keir?

The Society says this – both are wrong, both should be going to a party that only serves humble pie.

#boris #starmer #party #drinks #downingstreet

OUR MA’AM’S FAMOUS FIVE!

OUR MA’AM’S FAMOUS FIVE!

As Andrew and Harry set to be stripped of prized royal status ‘Counsellors of State’ and won’t receive Queen’s Platinum Jubilee Medals, The Society takes a ribauld look at The Lads, the Queen’s good, bad and ugly

CHARLES: Do I look a bit like De Nero?

HARRY: Do I look like Smiley Hire-us?

ANDY: I don’t look like Handy Pandy!

EDDIE: Are things getting a bit hairy?

WILLS: I don’t make waves!

C’mon lads!

TIME TO GROW UP BOYS! Why not try to be nice to your mother and grandmother – after all she’s the only one we’ve got!

Yes, it must be very stressful and intense being so rich and so famous and having so many homes – and gorgeous gals! And all those duties too – and all those famous friends … like Spike Milligan and Jimmy Saville, Charles. And what about Angie Everhart, Goga Ashkenazi and the Fergie, Andrew? Or Tom ‘Skippy’ Inskip, your mate Harry. (I’m sure there must be others…)

And what about your mates Edward? Hmmm … And Harry? Yeh, you have some too. Don’t you?

But while we’re talking about mates, let’s think about all the other things you’re allowed to do, like sit on the Queen’s knee and eat all those swans!

Come on lads, give it a rest for the old gal’s sake!

And so the incomparable tragedy goes on … I will find Shane, says ‘suicidal’ Sinead

And so the incomparable tragedy goes on … I will find Shane, says ‘suicidal’ Sinead

What can this world do to help her?

SINEAD O’Connor has been admitted to hospital days after her teenage son tragically died.

The singer and mother tweeted that she had gone to hospital after feeling “lost” without her son Shane, 17.

Here at The Society our hearts go out to her and we call for you to share your thoughts and, if you pray, your payers.

She wrote: “I’m lost without my child and I hate myself. The hospital will help me for a while. But I’ll eventually find Shane. It’s only a matter of time,”

She also said she intended to “follow” her son because “there is no point in living without him”.

Everything I touch, I ruin it. I stayed only for him. And now he’s gone. I destroyed my family. My children don’t want to know me,”

Sinead explained that she felt responsible for her son’s suicide. She wrote:

“It’s nobody’s fault but mine. Shane’s death is no one’s fault except mine. Mine is nobody’s fault except mine. I don’t want to be in a world without my Shane and my other children. I don’t deserve to live. It’s my fault. No one else,”

Shane’s body was found two days after a search was carried out in Dublin. Since her son’s death, the singer has shared details of his funeral wishes,saying she would follow his requests. “Shane was a Hindu. The funeral will be celebrated only in the presence of her mother and father, she confided. This was also the wish expressed by Shane in his suicide notes.”

I met Sinead briefly in the 1990s in a pub in Birmingham. A friend of mine was writing about her … she was still a star with the ability to shine over her own narrowing horizons. Sinead was enigmatic, mysterious, vulnerable and gentle. Nothing like the firebrand of skewed politics and skinless tub thumping she was becoming known for.

She sipped her drink but smoked heavily. Her fingers were brown. She had a fashionable gypsy quality back then and I liked her.

#sinead #shane #suicide

Andrew, the sweat-less pink blob I once knew as Prince

Andrew, the sweat-less pink blob I once knew as Prince

There are three reasons why an ordinary man might never break out in a sweat – one might be that he is made of Teflon so nothing ever gets too sticky. Two might be he has a fairly rare condition called hypohidrosis. Or three he might just think he is the coolest man in the world.

Well, you can bet that that Royal drip Andrew is in a bit of a sweat now though! Stripped by Mummy of his Royal title and his military honours. And it’s happened in front of the whole world too!

And on top of all that he can’t call himself His Royal Highness any more.

Spanked in public and left with his pants down (again!).

Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to go – he’s even sold his – well it was nearly his anyway – Swiss ski chalet in Verbie to pay his legal fees over the sex assault claims against him.

Andrew previously wasn’t able to sell the property as he hadn’t paid off the entire amount to its previous owner Isabella de Rouvre. Along with his ex-wife Sarah Ferguson, he had bought the property in 2014 for £18 million.

However, Rouvre launched a legal battle against the couple in a Swiss court two years ago claiming that they haven’t made their final installment of £5 million.

But that’s sorted then.

I met Andrew many moons ago – he actually seems to wear all of those moons in place of his face nowadays. He was a bit of a rich boy who nothing seemed to go wrong for! War treasure in the making. And I don’t think Fergie had yet even had her big toe sucked when he wasn’t looking.

I simply didn’t like him …he was still quite good-looking but even then he was a bit purple faced, jowly, goofy toothed. A

And rather heavy in the old Bristol department, I seem to remember.

His dark hair was stringy wet and clung to his head like the legs of a squashed spider.

And I’m sure he was sweaty!

He’d been running around Alton Towers in Staffordshire like Mr Blobby and he was hot as he shared a few haughty words with us, the lowly Press Pack.

It was the Royal It’s a Knockout event and in its own way was quite prophetic … now, because of his involvement with Maxwell and Epstein over many years, it is easy say that his next big event may turn out to be the Royal It’s a K*ckout!

#princeandrew #dukeofyork #royalfamily #royals #queen #hrh #maxwell #epstein

Ronnie, the queen of bee-hives, mascara and mini-skirts, says goodbye aged 78

Ronnie, the queen of bee-hives, mascara and mini-skirts, says goodbye aged 78

Ronnie Spector, the bee-hived rock ‘n’ roll queen who sang such 1960s hits Be My Baby, Baby I Love You, and Walking in the Rain when she fronted The Ronettes, has died at 78.

Ronnie – real name Veronica Yvette Bennett – had apparently fought a brief battle with cancer.  

Her family said: ‘Ronnie lived her life with a twinkle in her eye, a spunky attitude, a wicked sense of humor and a smile on her face. She was filled with love and gratitude.’   

Ronnie Spector married music producer Phil Spector in 1968, a year after The Ronettes disbanded. She would later say he kept her locked in their Beverly Hills mansion. 

Her 1990 autobiography ‘Be My Baby: How I Survived Mascara, Miniskirts And Madness‘ tells a story of abuse.  

In her memoir, she wrote that Phil had held her prisoner during their relationship, surrounding her with guard dogs and taking away her shoes, and threatened to hire a hit man to kill her.

He installed chain-link fences and barbed wire around their home, and tied her up and locked her in a closet.

Squalid end to Tycoon of Teen Spector… the man who thought he could improve Dylan – The Leigh G Banks Preservation Society

#spector #ronettes #ronnie #beehives

The answer my friend is ‘blowing in the cringe’ as Levy camp crashes on the facts – Dylan responds

The answer my friend is ‘blowing in the cringe’ as Levy camp crashes on the facts – Dylan responds

Bob Dylan’s camp says that judge Barry Ostrager was absolutely right when he dismissed a lawsuit filed by the estate of song collaborator Jaques Levy.

And it would allows the Levy-ists to, well, levy a ‘double dip’ on Dylan’s fortune folllowing his big pay day from the 2020 Universal catalogue deal.

Jacques collaborated with Dylan back in the 70s, co-writing seven of the nine songs on the 1976 album ‘Desire’. He also directed Dylan’s 1975 ‘Rolling Thunder Revue’ tour, which featured many of those ‘Desire’ songs.

Levy’s estate went to court after Dylan did  his deal with Universal Music Publishing for a reported $300 million.

The Levy estate argued that it was co-owner of the ‘Desire’ songs and should therefore get a cut of the Universal money in relation to those works.

However, when Levy and Dylan collaborated the former had a work-for-hire agreement with the latter. Under US law, that means Dylan owned the copyright in the songs they created together. While that agreement provided Levy with a share of any money generated by the songs, it didn’t give him co-ownership of the actual copyrights that were sold to Universal.

Also, while Dylan won’t be getting any future royalties from the major having taken that big up-front cheque, collaborators like Levy – due royalties under past deals with the musician – will continue to get their share of any future income that their songs generate.

But the estate argued that, while Levy’s agreement with Dylan was technically a work-for-hire arrangement, the deal was “highly atypical of a work-for-hire agreement, bestowing on plaintiff’s considerable significant material rights and material benefits that are not customarily granted to employees-for-hire and that the label ‘work-for-hire’ is, in this instance, a misnomer”.

However, judge Ostrager did not find those arguments compelling at all. Dismissing the Levy estate’s lawsuit last August, he said the 1970s agreement between Levy and Dylan was “clear and unambiguous” – and it was clearly and unambiguously a work-for-hire agreement.

The Levy estate is having another go and filed an appeal last November in which they accused Ostrager of citing inappropriate cases and ignoring critical information in his judgement.

But the Levy estate will continue to receive its share of any monies generated by the ‘Desire’ songs.

As such, the legal filing notes, “the only effect of the Universal sale is that the royalty checks to which plaintiffs are entitled will now come from Universal rather than from Dylan”. As a result, the Levy estate’s claim for cut of the Dylan’s big Universal cheque is an “impermissible double-dip”.

“They want both the continuing royalty payments from Universal and a piece of what Universal paid to buy out Dylan”, the lawyers go on. “It would be commercially unreasonable, grossly unfair, and downright absurd to pay plaintiffs their continued stream of royalty payments in addition to a share of the sale money when the only rights relinquished in the sale were Dylan’s, not plaintiffs”.

As for the estate’s interpretation of the 1970s agreement – both in its original lawsuit and since last August’s judgement – Team Dylan say: “Plaintiffs unleash a torrent of confusing, self-contradictory, and unpersuasive attacks on the trial court’s plain-language construction of the 1975 agreement”.

They go on: “Plaintiffs urge this court to use extrinsic evidence to override the 1975 agreement’s clear and unambiguous language, they reject fundamental canons of contract interpretation, and they advance a tortured reading that the text of the 1975 agreement does not support and that makes no commercial sense”.

In conclusion, Dylan’s filing states: “Plaintiffs are trying to rewrite the contract terms that have governed the parties’ relationship for nearly five decades. Plaintiffs reaped a million dollars in royalty payments under the 1975 agreement – a stream of income for them that will continue unabated long into the future following the sale to Universal”.

“Plaintiffs cannot change course and now deny the plain language of that agreement”, they add. Therefore the court should affirm Ostrager’s original judgement.

Bob Dylan’s camp says that judge Barry Ostrager was absolutely right when he dismissed a lawsuit filed by the estate of song collaborator Jaques Levy.

And it would allows the Levy-ists to, well, levy a ‘double dip’ on Dylan’s fortune folllowing his big pay day from the 2020 Universal catalogue deal.

Jacques collaborated with Dylan back in the 70s, co-writing seven of the nine songs on the 1976 album ‘Desire’. He also directed Dylan’s 1975 ‘Rolling Thunder Revue’ tour, which featured many of those ‘Desire’ songs.

Levy’s estate went to court after Dylan did  his deal with Universal Music Publishing for a reported $300 million.

The Levy estate argued that it was co-owner of the ‘Desire’ songs and should therefore get a cut of the Universal money in relation to those works.

However, when Levy and Dylan collaborated the former had a work-for-hire agreement with the latter. Under US law, that means Dylan owned the copyright in the songs they created together. While that agreement provided Levy with a share of any money generated by the songs, it didn’t give him co-ownership of the actual copyrights that were sold to Universal.

Also, while Dylan won’t be getting any future royalties from the major having taken that big up-front cheque, collaborators like Levy – due royalties under past deals with the musician – will continue to get their share of any future income that their songs generate.

But the estate argued that, while Levy’s agreement with Dylan was technically a work-for-hire arrangement, the deal was “highly atypical of a work-for-hire agreement, bestowing on plaintiff’s considerable significant material rights and material benefits that are not customarily granted to employees-for-hire and that the label ‘work-for-hire’ is, in this instance, a misnomer”.

However, judge Ostrager did not find those arguments compelling at all. Dismissing the Levy estate’s lawsuit last August, he said the 1970s agreement between Levy and Dylan was “clear and unambiguous” – and it was clearly and unambiguously a work-for-hire agreement.

The Levy estate is having another go and filed an appeal last November in which they accused Ostrager of citing inappropriate cases and ignoring critical information in his judgement.

But the Levy estate will continue to receive its share of any monies generated by the ‘Desire’ songs.

As such, the legal filing notes, “the only effect of the Universal sale is that the royalty checks to which plaintiffs are entitled will now come from Universal rather than from Dylan”. As a result, the Levy estate’s claim for cut of the Dylan’s big Universal cheque is an “impermissible double-dip”.

“They want both the continuing royalty payments from Universal and a piece of what Universal paid to buy out Dylan”, the lawyers go on. “It would be commercially unreasonable, grossly unfair, and downright absurd to pay plaintiffs their continued stream of royalty payments in addition to a share of the sale money when the only rights relinquished in the sale were Dylan’s, not plaintiffs”.

As for the estate’s interpretation of the 1970s agreement – both in its original lawsuit and since last August’s judgement – Team Dylan say: “Plaintiffs unleash a torrent of confusing, self-contradictory, and unpersuasive attacks on the trial court’s plain-language construction of the 1975 agreement”.

They go on: “Plaintiffs urge this court to use extrinsic evidence to override the 1975 agreement’s clear and unambiguous language, they reject fundamental canons of contract interpretation, and they advance a tortured reading that the text of the 1975 agreement does not support and that makes no commercial sense”.

In conclusion, Dylan’s filing states: “Plaintiffs are trying to rewrite the contract terms that have governed the parties’ relationship for nearly five decades. Plaintiffs reaped a million dollars in royalty payments under the 1975 agreement – a stream of income for them that will continue unabated long into the future following the sale to Universal”.

“Plaintiffs cannot change course and now deny the plain language of that agreement”, they add. Therefore the court should affirm Ostrager’s original judgement.

#dylan #levy #desire #court #unversal