March 19th – On this day in 1976, the lead guitarist of
‘Free’, Paul Kossoff died; heroin addiction was the primary cause.
Not to denigrate all those other musicians who have succumbed
to the lure of drugs, it was just that Paul Kossoff was the first, highly
publicised case of addiction and eventual destruction that I can recall.
His father, David Kossoff was a
well-respected actor at the time who’d done stage, radio and early television
stuff (I seem to remember he did an excellent line in telling children’s
stories) and was, at the time of ‘Free’s’ success, what would be termed them
becoming a household name. It was when his son’s career began to go shaky and
the first drug-induced-close-call became unavoidably common knowledge (i.e. the
press smelled a story and started spreading the shit no matter who got hurt and
by how much) that Paul’s father, David, decided to go public.
You have to understand, those of you
who are younger than me (I sometimes think EVERYONE’S younger than me) that
this was an unprecedented event in the entertainment industry. Yes, of course
there were performers who misused prescription and non-description substances,
but they had all happened under our radar. The press were less ruthless in
their search for subjects of destruction and they tended to work with the various
entertainment outlets to keep really big troubles under wraps and thereby,
because of their fairness, were given access to other, less explosive ‘inside’
stories. This allowed a certain level of discretion and support to be followed,
sometimes with success sometimes not, but the point was that the families and
victims were cushioned from the excesses we see today; maybe the level of
copy-cat behaviour around then compared to now speaks for itself?
I know, I know, this is just pure
conjecture from an old sod and I don’t support press restriction, but maybe a
level of self-control when it comes to reporting on people’s lives wouldn't be
a bad thing? Maybe, if the reporting surrounding whatshername, that London lass? God, my
memory. Erm, Katie? Was it Katie…long second name…Winehouse! That’s it, Katie
Winehouse! Maybe, if the reporting surrounding her gradual drift into death had
been more supportive, less sensationalist and confrontational then maybe the
outcome might have been different...AMY! That’s it Amy Winehouse!
Anyway, back to Paul Kossoff. The
thing is he was an astounding talent…astounding. Not that that makes him any
the more qualified to live than any other person, but you only have to hear him
playing on the band’s album tracks and singles releases, particularly ‘All
Right Now’, to realise that he had a deep connection with his music and,
through him, a deep connection with us. Wow. (And while I’m here, to the
countless radio D.J.’s, but particularly the ones on Radio-bloody-One, who used
to fade ‘All Right Now’ at the start of the lead break…you’re a bunch of fuckin’
Philistines…sorry, off on one then, sorry). So, given the level of reporting on
such a subject back then, when his father went public and talked about his
son’s struggle with his addiction, it deserved comment and notice.
I can remember radio interviews and
such with Mr. Kossoff senior and, maybe because of his honesty, dignity and his
willingness to venture into the sometime terrifying landscape of open-hearted
discussion, we did take notice, wanted a good outcome, no matter what our view
of ‘Free’ and their music. We didn't get it, a good outcome that is, but
somehow, in an unconnected yet concerned way, we felt we’d listened, had
offered our support, tried to help in some, tantric, ethereal way and by that
didn't feel complicit in our carelessness…didn’t become rubber-necking gawpers
to a tragedy… Does that sound stupid? Hope not.
And when the seemingly inevitable
happened it was then and maybe for the first time that those of us working in
the parallel universe of rock ‘n’ roll, those who had the nous, also realised
that no-one but no-one is spared; that talent was no barrier to death by dope.
Yes, there are stories of full-blown excesses and narrow escapes by some, but
the side-roads are littered with the corpses of the fallen.
On Jan 22nd I wrote about how Eric Clapton,
when asked the question, “Do drugs make you play better?” replied, “No, they
just make you think you do”, and that’s an object lesson in honesty from a man
who’s no stranger to narrow escapes of the drug-induced kind; worth the
learning.
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