A
new book is being written about Marc Bolan, there have been questions
to me of why I chose to be with them on their journey, one night in
September 1977.
I'm
inclined to say ' What difference does it make ' the outcome remains
the same.
I
really wanted to get home that night, my journey to Hadley Wood was
aprox. 45 minutes, mainly because my time of travelling was between
2.15 am and 3am..when I'd see our lovely home in Hadley Wood with the
Honeysuckle Tree branches around the Front door.
Many
members at Mortons Club were involved in the Music business, some
would come over and leave a card..or a scribbled message inviting
me to get involved.
When
Richard Jones..' very Archetypal image ' made himself known to me,
we were like old
pals, both with an amused but respectful rapport.
pals, both with an amused but respectful rapport.
At
the end of my working time, and after I joined them downstairs, I was
there only out of respect for Richard's invitation to join them.
I
was ready to go home, and tried to leave several times...yet Richard
intervened constantly, until as I grinned at his offers of
Recording..(.that night and.now ) and as I finally headed for my car,
he became wild, shouting .. in a panic..
“ This
is your last chance tonight, not tomorrow,tonight “ .
Really
shouting...the many other people standing outside Mortons must have
heard him because it was strangely disturbing.
You
could say ' he finally got through to me ' and so I said ok ! and
as soon as we were in my car he was calm and smiling again.
That
was when I knew I had to go on this trip for whatever reason!!
If
I'd been out on a gig with musicians I knew well, we'd often cool off
upstairs in Ronnie Scotts or they'd come to my place for a
coffee...but this area of SW London was not on my way home.
His
' unconscious ' was communicating some urgency to mine. I responded
without fear.
The
story is sad....but it might have been different if Gloria's car had
just broken down! My car was behind and could have taken them all
home safely.
Dear Vicki this is very interesting about Marc Bolan I am a fan still of his and such a sad tiding as I was never to have heard before when I saw a news broadcast in small PA suburban town made mention of Marc Bolans tragic death as results due to a car crash.
ReplyDeleteHi Vicky
ReplyDeleteI have been a fan of the musician, poet and writer, Marc Bolan, since 1970. Your excellent book, 'Coal Mines', inspired me to write this poem:
Nightjar
A jingle of jazz cloaks the air,
reaching towards receptive souls.
A swirl of smoke drifts through soft lights;
in a nineteen seventies scene.
On stage, a ‘Billie’ voice sings out;
slender fingers caressing keys.
Hypnotic horns, and brush-stroked drums,
enliven an exciting night.
One London club has come alive;
with songs, for dreamers, melting minds.
What tragic news will be revealed
when dawn replaces darkened sky?
Alan Cadman
Is there any chance that Marc was murdered? One thing that strikes me as surprising is that you, Ms. Aram, should have a car crash on your way to the inquest. If someone in 77 had had the technology to cause cars to crash, could they have used it twice? If so what would have been the point of preventing your testimony?
ReplyDeleteI note that you write
"I could see no injury, he’d just gone, to that other World I’d spoken about."
His wife commented similarly:
Estranged wife June Bolan (née Child) went to pay her respects to Marc’s dead body. “She told me his face looked so beautiful and he had one little mark over his eyebrow,” says Tony Visconti. “That was the only indication he’d been in an accident. She couldn’t understand how that had killed him. Just one tiny little mark.”
Was there anything strange about your crash?