Here are some more drawings from The Great Scots Musicography. When the publisher commissioned me to do the twenty-odd drawings he just gave me a list of everybody that was included in the book and said I could choose to draw whoever I wanted, as long as I spread them evenly across the genres represented and included the obvious ‘big names’. So I had to draw the likes of Wet Wet Wet, Deacon Blue, Travis and all that shit. And while those drawings are good, and I have been assured by a friend who worked for Ricky Ross that he is a helluva nice fella, Deacon Blue isn’t exactly on my turntable 24 hours a day. It was a good project to be involved in as it was something quite different from what I’d normally do. Up until then the last time I had drawn a pop star would have been Robert Smith on my maths jotter in 1990. The payment for the job funded a week in London staying with friends, and a trip to Brighton to purchase a couple of suits, a grey one and a dark brown one. They still fitted me until recently, but are now a bit snug across the shoulders.
The Bay City Rollers
I just realised that had he lived, Billy Mackenzie would have turned 60 last Monday the 27th of March. Here is a drawing of him I made in 2003 as part of a set of illustrations for Martin c. Stong’s The Great Scots Musicography. It’s one of my favourite drawings from the set. What a voice he had.
I recently rediscovered a couple of sketchbooks from the summer of 1996, when I was 18. This was the summer holiday between leaving school and attending Cardonald college for a year before attending Art School. One sketchbook covers a few days wandering around a section of old streets off the Gallowgate, Glasgow Green, and some views from the windows of my mum’s house, where I lived at the time. Most of the buildings depicted in the Gallowgate streets section are long demolished now. The second sketchbook contains eight drawings made in one day during a walk along the Clyde Walkway. Again, most of the scenes depicted have disappeared or changed beyond recognition. A mildly amusing detail is that at the end of the sketching walk along the Clyde, at a mobile snack van, I bumped into celebrity sexual abuse beast Jimmy Savile. He was sporting mirrored shades and bright blue lycra, up here training for the Glasgow half marathon which was a couple of days later. I asked him to sign my sketchbook. Not, I hasten to add, because I was any kind of fan, just because none of my pals would have believed that I had bumped into this creepy old fucker while out drawing, if I didn’t get solid proof. One detail which always stuck in my mind is that at the snack van, the cunt got five sugars in his tea. Maybe I will draw this encounter at some point. These sketchbooks are A5 size.
See the sketchbooks here.