Avon Calling / May 12 2008
I have just been invited by Sonny Starr via a late-night telephone conversation (I was actually in bed – early riser me, I need my beauty sleep) to play guitar on the new Dysons album and European tour. I declined the offer.
‘It’s a turgid dirge, Sonny,’ I explained when he asked me why I wouldn’t take the job.
‘No, tell me what you really think, Davy,’ the punk drummer pleaded with me. I believe I detected an element of irony in his voice.
‘You break music,’ I told him. He wasn’t offended. His band are proud of the discordant and thrashy noise they produce for the edification of their admiring fans – deaf students and thirty-something single German men, mostly.
‘We’ve changed our name to Avon,’ he informed me.
‘Sorry, Sonny, I’m not the one you’re looking for.’
‘But we’re called Avon,’ he insisted.
I must be missing something; the significance of the name-change escapes me. It’s something to do with an old sci-fi television show called Blake’s Seven, apparently.
Filed under Bands / Musicians / Punk / Science Fiction / Sonny Starr
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2 comments on “Avon Calling”
Nelson Galaxy / May 12th, 2008 at 4:59 pm
You should join Avon. It would be an experience. Not a good one methinks.
Napoleon Fantastic / May 13th, 2008 at 10:56 am
What, you mean like selling lipstick and that?
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