0-Tyrannosaurus Rex: King of the Rumbling Spires HD

Alt. Ending for what was be the last Tyrannosaurus Rex Single to feature Steve Peregrin Took, when the duo were going a more more "heavy" and had already ventured into Electric Guitar with Took playing Bass.

Tony Visconti on Steve Took

Tony Visconti talking about Steve Took in Tyrannosaurus Rex. Highly Recommended. Some lovely quotes from Tony! Rock On Tookie Yeah!

Steve Took: Peppermint Flickstick

Blistering Version of the song 'Peppermint Flickstick'  played at the correct speed with a video inspired by both the lyrics and by what Took himself said the song was about. Inspired by the Flake Adverts. Peppermint Flickstick is a song about a man who sees the TV advert for the girl eating her  'Peppermint Flickstick' and spends all his money buying them so he can sit at home and fantasise about the TV ads.

Account of Steve Took live supporting the MC5

Here you can find out the first of the information on the *other* Steve Peregrin Took, while he was in the Margate/Canterbury area, far away from London and his heavy drug using friends there. * 

We are delighted to be able to include a video - audio and static image - of a Steve Took gig in Canterbury where he supported The MC5. They received a review of Two Stars, while Steve Took received a review of Four Stars!  

* Some of these friends and their liggers are those who when approached about Steve Took asked why anyone would want to write a book about him? Apart from the obvious - "He got to Number One in the Album Charts and into the Top Ten singles chart as one crucial half of the duo Tyrannosaurus Rex" It is input such as that provided by his girlfriends and other people who knew the Real Steve Took who make him more than worthy of a Biography - and maybe even more than one.

How to find Steve Took's Grave

This is a drive around Kensal Green showing the route to take from the entrance by the Crematorium entrance. As you can see you can drive, rather than walk and as long as you park out of the way of others it is perfectly OK to drive round and Park. The last section of the video shows the walk from the site where you should turn off the graveled drive onto the grass 'path'. The map of the site is quite misleading, because it gives the impression that the path to Steve Peregrin Took's Grave is a proper marked, possibly graveled path. It is not. It is simply a grass walk way which is wide enough to walk among by the side of the graves. For More information on Steve Peregrin Took visit his web site - address at the end of the video.

BOLAN FAN COWARD

I periodically Google to see what's happening in relation to Marc Bolan's Shrine. I found a not that recent, but still good page.

But with it was a comment. The nameless person with no profile left a very hateful comment about me. Naturally he didn't use my name, but as there are two females in TAG and the younger one is my daughter who cannot be described as  "main love was Steve Took", so that logically only leaves one other person he could be talking about ... Me. 

As for Steve Took ... I'm writing his biography and since when did it become illegal to like more than one musician? This I cite as an example of what a nut man is. 

I am pretty sure the man who wrote this and many other similar messages on You Tube and Social Media Sites is is safe and secure in Belfast, writing, as cowards do, from inside his home and with even a stretch of water between him and us. 

Cowards like him insult, poke, prod and purposefully disseminate lies to make themselves feel better about themselves.

Cowards like him are NOT men. 
Men do not stoop to this level of patheticness.

Cowards like him pick on disabled women. 
Men address the husband who is the actual correct person to address any grievances to.

Cowards stalk people for the kudos the get from their 'friends'. 
Men do not stoop so low. 


Below is what he wrote.

Electric Wind said...Been to the TREE many times, it's such a pity that the lease is owned by a woman whose main love was Steve Took,and who just uses Marc Bolan as an ego trip. A very nasty woman who is disliked by 99.9% of Bolan Fans. We appreciate the work done eg the steps,but the bust looks nothing like Marc Bolan,this is were are Hero died and it belongs to ALL fans of Marc. KEEP A LITTLE MARC IN YOUR HEART.June 8, 2010 at 11:34 AM

If you notice, that insult has been loitering on the internet without the man who wrote the original blog having the good sense (IMHO) to take it down.

My reply Fee said...Dear All. It is a great regret that a small percentage of Marc Bolan fans are quite frankly deranged. There are so many wonderful fans, and nameless idiots like this one give the impression that all Marc Bolan fans are raving loonies. 

Dear Electric Wind. What a pity you hide behind a faceless image and a silly pseudonym. As for who I am a fan of. The majority of people consider me to be a huge Bolan fan, because of what I and the other members of TAG have done. 
What have you done Electric Wind Nothing, other than spread hateful jealous lies about me. ? 

I, like people knew actually knew Marc Bolan know he had good and bad points. Sadly some of his fans only ever want to hear 'nice' things, which detracts from him as a human being. Flawed, but with a fabulous talent and a smile that can still set hearts racing around the globe. 

As you well know Electric Wind, the lease is owned by four people and you REFUSE to target your nastiness at the Chairman - Mr. Kevin Warner, because it is easier for you to pick on a disabled woman, than face-up to another MAN. 

If I was truly the "very nasty woman" you say I am, I would have had a fence put around the whole thing to ensure people like you could not get to it and vandalise the site as your friends have done in the past.

I am just one of of the four members of TAG. All of us have worked very hard to make and keep the site looking a tribute to Marc Bolan and his band T.Rex, which makes your comment that my main love is Steve Took sound laughable, otherwise I if I was so minded I would have made a Shrine for him, though all who know Took would probably agree that a 'Shrine' for Took would be quite inappropriate. 

If I was not a Bolan fan, I would NOT have spent my money (and no one else's) on the Bronze of Marc Bolan which his own Brother described as "a wonderful likeness". I actually 'bailed out' the sinking project because the sculptor had been let down after 18 months and 500 hours of work by the "official" fan club. He was out of pocket and the sculptor was done when they canceled the project and backed out of the deal taking the money they raised with them, rather than pay it to him as they should have done.  :-( 

Only after you pay for a second Bronze of Marc will you FAIRLY be able to criticise the one there. One final point - if, as you say, the site belongs to ALL fans, then YOU can pay for the tree surgeon to rectify the mindless vandalism to the tree. 

Off you go. 

Let's see how many of these "ALL" want to put their hands in their pockets and fund a professional Tree Surgeon. As we have the lease, please let us know when he is doing the work and ensure that all the correct paperwork with regards to the Highways Agency and the Local Council has been done. 

It is a weight of my mind that you are going to do the fund raising for it. You shouldn't need more than around £700-£1,000. 

Finally, Electric Wind - Do come to the Shrine on the 16th September and express your thoughts to the TAG Chairman in person.

April 16, 2014 at 1:19 PM

Wine Crucifix 1957/78 by Arnulf Rainer

An earlier piece from my writing course. This one I really liked and so did a lot of other people. We had to choose a postcard and then write whatever thoughts came to mind as a result.

I shout. I scream, but the sightseers pass me by as if they cannot see me. The tourists continue their slow gait, looking at everything but me. Maybe I smell. It's hard not to smell under the circumstances. Occasionally their offspring look my way, but a parent quickly chastises them and pulls them away as they protest, "But Mum! MUM! Look at …" 

I watch them disappear as they always do. Some return from time to time. Some linger for a while, where I have been for so long. They sense the pain, agony, and despair. For a brief moment, I hope they will look me in the eye, but they never do. I still stand unseen, unacknowledged. Maybe it is the smell. I do smell, but there doesn't seem to be any way to stop it. 

The crosses may appear virgin white to the sightseers glowing in the warm sun. They imagine the leaves smother the trees like admirers around Lillie Langtry. "Shall we picnic here?" they ask each other.

Picnic? Are they mad? Here?

Maybe the entire world has gone mad?

Maybe that is why they ignore me?

I am forever concerned that they cannot comprehend that the crosses are not white. Why do they not see they are stained red? An ignorant glance might suppose it to be red wine. But it can't be, it's too thick, too rich. The rich ruby red that fountains down the crosses is blood. The finest our country ever produced. Blood, which soaks into the mud of no man's land. The twisted shards of humanity doomed to remain, rotting in the blood and mud of no man's land. So many hopes, and dreams, that were lost in the blood and mud of no man's land. Young men, barely out of short trousers seemingly doomed to lie forever in the blood and the mud of no man's land. They are remembered with a cross as a symbol of their sacrifice, their pain, and their agony in the blood and mud of no man's land.

Why did we die?

For the neutrality of Belgium? Surely not?

Suddenly there is a change. A cool breeze pulls me away from the long lines of marble crosses and tourists who never acknowledge me, to a field in the middle of the no man's land. Now I remember, the shell hole, the water. A sea of faces look as I am what apparently is termed "excavated", intact, with my kit and my dog tag. My family have been traced and are soon here photographs and I have grand children. My biggest regret is that my own wee son died before I ever held him. I am found. I am recognised.

BELOW THE ORIGINAL POSTCARD I CHOSE