All language subtitles for zelezni 1922 (5)

What has eight legs, four egos and
can turn us weak at the knees?

The answer is...
the rock 'n' roll band.

We've examined the individual roles.

Now on I'm In A Rock 'N' Roll Band,
we're looking at the unit,
the whole.

This programme contains
strong language.

The timeless combination of vocals,
guitar, bass and drums.

You take a shot on this thing to
have a bit of fun.

And you go for it. When it's good,
it's very, very good.

It's like a gentleman's glee club,
innit? On wheels.

You can get as drunk as you want and
you don't have to stop drinking...

at any point.

We're setting out a 12-step
programme charting the classic
journey that bands take,

from the bedroom to the stadium,
from small town wannabes
to world-beaters,

from their imaginations
to our hearts.

Tonight, I'm a rock 'n' roll star

Tonight, I'm a rock 'n' roll star

Tonight
I'm a rock 'n' roll star...

It all starts with a dream.

A spark ignites in the mind of
callow youth.

And a plan is hatched to
form a band.

Started turning when you were
young...

But what is the driving force that
has spurred on

generation after generation
to seek their place

in the rock 'n' roll pantheon?

A burning desire for
self-expression?

A fierce hunger to change the world?

A band forms because four teenagers
want to have it off with women!

Basically, staying kids
all your life.

You get to be one of the boys...
in your band.

It's for the freedom, the joy,
the sex,

the chance to make some money.

Teenage dreams so hard to beat...

My ambition in Joy Division was to
avoid having a career.

Just cos you're in a group,
you can get away with telling

the whole world to fuck off.

It's also a great excuse for getting
away with a really bad haircut.

Bands, they represent
successful outlaws.

They seem to have bucked
the system in some way and avoided

getting a proper job.

Beats the shit out of working for
a living, doesn't it?

You get to travel the world,

live the dream and create music
with your mates.

The careers officer at school never
told me about that option.

Thank you very much(!)

Before joining the road to glory,
step one is to recruit

the perfect blend of personnel.

And whatever the era,
wherever the location,

in those early days the
us-against-the-world mentality

is crucial.

Bands, when they first start,
there's a common camaraderie.

It's us against
the rest of the world.

Most famously of all, The Beatles
were a gang of Scousers

whose success thrust crumbling
post-industrial Liverpool

onto centre stage in the '60s.

MUSIC: Welsh Male Voice Choir

Four decades later,
Caerphilly in South Wales

was most celebrated for its piquant
and crumbly cheese.

That was before four likely lads
plastered on some eyeliner

and mugged up on existential
philosophy.

Little did their macho, working
class hometown of Blackwood know

that it was about to become
the fountainhead from which Wales'
greatest ever rock 'n' roll band,

the Manic Street Preachers,
would gush forth.

Culture sucks down words

Itemise loathing
And feed yourself smiles...

Things start off definitely
with a gang mentality,

it's vital, it sounds like a cliche
and it's naive, but that's what

all those classic things are.

That's not rock 'n' roll mythology,

you form a band because
you are a gang.

You might be a bit of a toothless
nerdy gang, like we were...

For us, it was just in our bedroom,

with this little record deck
listening to old Stones records.

It is deeply romantic.

We were all friends before we
were in a band.

The things that Nick didn't like
about me when I was younger,

I was rubbish at football.

Under neon loneliness

Motorcycle emptiness...

Coming from Wales,
there wasn't a huge tradition.

We had to prove ourselves
ten times more.

Motorcycle...

I think our background,
the place that we grew up,

just made us,
more than we can ever realise.

CHEERING

But whichever particular place they
might hail from,

what is the seemingly
universal appeal

of all this boys together
camaraderie?

I think the fascination with
the band may be part of a larger

fascination with certain

very strongly bonded groups -
sports teams, army units...

Those bonds made in the crucible of
wartime or combat on the pitch.

Instead of being in a gang where you
attack old ladies

or destroy shop windows,
you're in a gang

with your band-mates.
And you're creating things.

Whether it's the North East's
mean streets

or hippy West Coast beaches,

it seems every band finds the
version of the gang dynamic

that suits them best.

Underlying the whole thing,
messages from the unconscious

are saying,
"Come together with your fellows

"and form this unit that is
going to play

"1-2-3-4, with the beat on 2 and 4."

You come together and become one
with each other,

a mystical experience happens.

It's a battle with us,
it's a war zone.

Four alpha-male guys in one band took
a lot of containing.

There was a lot of aggression,
an enormous amount of testosterone

floating around.

It's like cowboy movies, isn't it?

It's like that moment
when you see a line

and everyone just comes towards you
and you think,

"I ain't going to mess with them."

MUSIC:
The Good, The Bad And The Ugly Theme

When they just walk, they strut,
it's that moment of menace.

I've always loved that feeling of
being in a gang.

I just want to give myself that
feeling in my guts, you know?

Like when you leave a first date with
somebody and you shut the gate.

You walk away and you go, "Ohh!"

It's like chasing the bittersweet
curse of that chase forever.

Look at the cover of The Ramones,
the first record,

that kind of says it all,
doesn't it?

You can't look at that and not
actually want to be in their gang.

And just be one of them, you know?

There's that great photo of
Bob Marley And The Wailers

just walking into the Rainbow
Theatre in Finsbury Park,

they're carrying their own
instruments and they look the nuts.

Not every great band grows up in
each other's pockets, mind.

Some are much more calculating in
their tilt at stardom.

That's how The Police went about it.

Every breath you take...

Well, there are two different ways
that groups can come together.

Either they all grew up in the same
village and they bust out

and they're joined at the hip.

And the other kind of group,
which is where mercenaries say,

"You're good, you got what I need
and I got what you need,

"so let's do it."

Every word you say...

The Police was a mercenary group.

Cream, Led Zeppelin,

these are groups that were
established musicians,

they already had their thing going
and they found the right guys.

They could choose the best
because they were the best.

Yeah!

The band is formed.

But will never get beyond the four
teenagers mooching around in a
bedroom stage,

unless they come up with
a killer name,

one that will intrigue,
slip off the tongue

and define the band's very essence.

Agonising over the choice of moniker

is all part of the rock 'n' roll
rite of passage.

After all, would The Beatles have
conquered the world

if they had remained The Quarrymen?
Or would Blur have done so well

as Seymour?
How a name fares over the years

can make or break a band.

So, no pressure then,
coming up with the right one!

How you feel about the name,
the day you name your band,

and how you feel about it
five or ten years later,

are going to be completely
different things.

There's so much pressure when you're
trying to come up with your name,

to get something where you think,

"I hope when I tell everybody what
my band's called..."

There's that awful moment,
"We're called (Razorlight)".

"What's that?" "Razorlight".
You're like...

That's not my name
That's not my name...

You've got to write it down,

you've got to see how it looks.

Cos a name... Of course now, it's
going to be a graphic thing,

it's going to be a visual thing.

And what does it mean?

I've come to the conclusion it
doesn't really matter

what your name is.

It might sound good in your head,
then you look at it and say,

"Oh, Jesus Christ, uh-uh!"

But eventually,
by dint of repetition,

the words become something
other than words,

they become part of you.

When you start out,

most of the time you're telling
people your band name

is in an indie club after you've
played, and you have to be
able to shout it

really loud in someone's ear,

with them understanding what you're
saying and to remember it.

They'll shout something
unintelligible, then say,

"Yeah, it's small A, big A,

"little A, D...!"

But if you just shout Kaiser Chiefs
as loud as you can in someone's ear,

you only have to say it once.

The Ricky Wilson indie-club
holler method

is only one strategy for cracking
the name game.

Even mind-altering substances can
come into play in pursuit

of that eureka moment,
if your name is Iggy Pop.

One night, we'd been up

all night taking psychedelic drugs,
all four of us.

So I said, "Well, look...

"..what are we going to call
our group?"

And then Ron Asheton just said,

"Well, we're just like the Stooges.

"We can't get anywhere,

"everybody hates us for no reason."

And that was the naming of
the group.

The double Os...

..are magical.

There should be a little magic
in any good name

and the double Os had it,
cos there's an "Ooh",

you have to do that when you say
the name of the group.

You're already letting us in!
As soon as you say "Stooge".

Try to get John Wayne to say
that without...

"You goddamn Stooge!"

Once the gang has its name,
what's needed next is a look.

Whether it's punk, emo, indie,
new wave or no wave,

image and style defines a band.

If they don't look the part,
they'll never get anywhere.

I think a band's image is
absolutely 100% important

to their survival.

I remember early days,
trying all sorts actually,

like really bizarre hair and I had
all my hair shaved off,

with just this long fringe
for a while, which looked awful.

Then I started gigging in a suit for
a while, with a pair of sunglasses

and no shoes,
I thought that'll be my thing!

Some fledgling bands don't even
realise they're creating a look.

Take Mancunian post-punk lads
Joy Division,

with their functional clothing,
neat haircuts and big macs.

Once you start getting into a band,
you need an image.

That's manager talk,
"What's your image, lads?"

"Well, we're sort of like
neo-Gothic really."

What we thought our image would be
is that we would have no image,

which is obviously wrong,
because you can't exist

without having an image,
unless you're ghosts.

And we weren't ghosts.

Love, love will tear us apart again

Love, love will tear us apart...

Your image really comes
from outside.

One thing that summed up what
Joy Division were

was a photograph that Kevin Cummins
took of us and the bridge at Hulme.

That becomes an image...

but at the time it's,
"That's a crap picture of me.

"You can't... Mum, look... Can you
see me there?"

"No, that's a terrible picture,
our Stephen."

Joy Division may not have even
noticed the distinctive image

they were creating, or that others
were making for them.

But other bands know precisely
what they're up to.

The three blond mercenaries who made
up The Police certainly did.

I think the way you look,
the way you present yourself,

is obviously an important thing.

I mean, it was fortunate that nobody
in The Police was hard to look at.

We were pretty good looking as
a group of people.

Our success coincided with
the rise of MTV,

visuals suddenly became important.
It was a happy accident.

The blond hair thing we did

because of a Wrigley's
chewing gum commercial,

where they hired us to pretend that
we were a band in their commercial.

They said, "Let's dye their
hair all blond."

We said, "That's kind of cool",
and we kept it.

Message in a bottle...

We'd never dress ourselves up
or anything,

with the exception of our singer who
used to walk past mirrors and...

Something like that. We never had
a discussion about it,

or rather the only discussion...
We said, "Look at you primping". He'd
say, "Hey, dude, it's my job."

You must remember this
A kiss is still a kiss...

Colouring your hair is one thing,

but others are happy
to go much further.

One band has based a 40-year career
on vaunting the visuals

over the music.

Step forward those shameless glam
image-mongers Kiss.

We wanted to be more than a band.

I don't want to be in a band,
I want to be in a brand.

It's not enough to be in U2,
and I love U2, it's not enough.

If I was in U2, you'd have U2 cola,
baby,

you'd have a country called U2,
you'd have U2 hotels,

you'd have a lifestyle.

Tonight

I want to give it all to you

In the darkness

There's so much I wanna do...

When I dream, perhaps my dreams
are bigger than yours,

they're limitless.

I don't want just to play guitar
and bass.

I want the entire lifestyle.

I want the food you eat,
the bed you sleep on

the planet you walk on,
to be Planet Kiss.

I can't get enough of you, baby

Can you get enough of me...?

And yes, even Kiss Mr Potato Heads.

Are they known in England?

You just can't get near us.

Rich, successful and humble too!

Riding along in my automobile

My baby beside me at the wheel...

Band formed, image devised.

What happens next involves a
scramble of bodies and equipment

in the bass player's Transit
in search of gigs.

It's like a character-building
National Service for troublemakers.

And it never did the old guard
any harm.

Riding along in my automobile...

Paying your dues...

is hell, but I do think that it
builds character.

And it puts you in a position where
you don't take things for granted.

If you weren't working in a bar every
night, four sets a night,

for two or three years,

your band wasn't going to be very
good cos that's how you get good.

You play Chuck Berry and Beatles
and Rolling Stones

and R&B, I don't care if it's
Mustang Sally, you learn those songs

and then the band is tight then.

Driving round and
winning audiences over

and battling and fighting with your
audience is a very important thing

in the life of a group.

Mustang Sally...

Before you're successful and you're
playing Saturday nights

in the Black Country,
in the Midlands,

it's a real rough crowd in a real
rough and tumble pub.

About ten o'clock at night,
you could always guarantee

a fight would break out and it would
be like a Wild West show.

Tables and chairs would be flying
and this happened every night.

Saturday night was fighting night
in the Midlands and all over
the country.

Hit me with your rhythm stick...

But you carried on playing,
you learned how to handle it.

One you played in front of those
tough, rough-and-ready audiences,

you could play anywhere, you could
play anywhere in the world.

Get your motor running

Head out on the highway...

Money might be scarce,
fans even more so,

but who cares?! These are
the happiest days of your lives.

You don't see it as paying your dues
cos you're just having fun.

Whilst you've still got a dream,

everything's a lot lighter.

It's got a kind of romance.

We paid our dues, schlepping round
the country in a van with all
the equipment in the back.

There's many a time we'd be playing
in Aberdeen one night

and we could be playing down
in Plymouth the next night.

And you'd be coming down from
Scotland in the snow and fog

and you'd be driving over the Shap
near the Lake District and you'd be
stuck on the top of the Shap

in freezing fog and ice and snow.

Look to the future now

It's only just begun...

You'd have to have a sleep in the
van on the top of the Shap
on the way down

cos it's too dangerous to drive
in the fog.

Oh, yes

I love my label

And my label loves me.

What's all that dues-paying
and relentless motorway travelling
geared towards, then?

The Holy Grail sought by thousands
of hopefuls, that's what.

To get noticed by an A and R man
with a plan,

who wants to make all their dreams
come true by signing them up.

You really felt like, until you
had a deal, you were just howling
into the void.

Nobody was hearing you.
There was nothing.

We spent five years being in a band.

"Have you got a deal?" "Um, no..."

Like that and then, finally, someone
wants to pick up your band.

I've only been signed as one band.

We were signed as Bad News to EMI.

Mama...

It was very exciting

because, suddenly, the idea,
obviously completely erroneous

that you were going to be rich
from doing your most fun hobby.

That's the overriding idea, A,
that you're going to be rich

and B, successful,

C, sleep with more women.

None of these three things happened.

Signed, sealed, delivered
I'm yours...

For the lucky ones, signing a deal
is hitting the jackpot.

It's like a Pools with, birthday
and Christmas rolled up into one
brain-bogglingly hedonistic package.

It's got to be up there
as one of the best days ever.

We quit work and we were skint

and then we pissed a hundred grand
up the wall in a year,

which was funny.
Yeah, we had a good time.

We had a good time

and then we got stung.

We had no album to release

We hadn't played live yet and no
singles out, so we were in a lot
of trouble.

We didn't take huge advances.

We gave ourselves a wage,
maybe 50 quid a week.

That was a giant leap
from £16 a week signing on.

I think I spent mine on sweets
and stuff and chocolate.

We signed to a label called
Arista Records,

why did we sign with them?

They had Iggy Pop,

they had Lou Reed,

Patti Smith, I mean, the coolest
record label in the world.

We went to the offices in Mayfair.

There was only one portrait
on the wall.

There was this huge portrait
and these marbled halls...

of Barry Manilow.

Because it was Barry
that was paying everybody's wages.

You know I can't smile without you

I can't smile without you...

And nothing against Barry Manilow,
but that was the reality.

And then you get there
and you're in a lawyer's office

and thinking,
"Never been in one of these."

And you sign it and there's this
anti-climax.

"What do we do now?"

You realise you've got money
in your pocket,

so you can get as drunk as you want
to get and you don't have
to stop drinking.

HE BURPS

Once a band is signed, they release
some tunes in the hope
someone will like them.

For the lucky ones, the first sweet
taste of success can come quickly

and in the olden days, they'd find
themselves on a popular TV show

where the latest beat platters
got an airing.

I wouldn't laugh at you
when you boo-hoo-hoo

Cos I love you...

This is what you've been wishing for
when you were standing in front of
the mirror when you were a kid

with your tennis racquet
or your cricket bat,

pretending you're
a rock 'n' roll star.

You want to be No 1
in the hit parade -

as it was called in those days,
"the hit parade".

It's a fantastic feeling.
It's mind-blowing.

I think it used to be
Top Of The Pops, didn't it?

The first real breakthrough,
when you knew you had made it.

I get so tired of walking

Yeah, yeah...

Old people say, "I'll see you
on Top Of The Pops one day,"

and you do Top Of The Pops
and think, "I'm on Top Of The Pops.
This is weird."

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

My first recollection of Top Of The
Pops was how small the studio was

and that they moved the audience
from stage to stage.

There's only one audience,
but you think there's lots.

It was a terrifying experience and
you have to do this insane thing
called playback,

where you have to mime,
which is still...

What's that all about?

People say, "You're not very good
at miming," thank God.

I remember the bar most

cos you end up having drinks
with the people from EastEnders.

That was the main memory.

I had a fag with Dot Cotton
and a pint with Frank Butcher.

What's wrong with that?
It's all wet.

And for the really lucky few,

the topper most
of the popper most awaits.

The pinnacle, the apogee.

That heady moment when they land
their first No 1.

She keeps a Moet Chandon
in a pretty cabinet

"Let them eat cake," she says

Just like Marie-Antoinette

A built-in remedy

For Khrushchev and Kennedy

At anytime an invitation
you can't decline...

I remember we were
in the Holiday Inn in Bristol

and somebody said Killer Queen's
gone to No 1

in the Melody Maker chart.

We all jumped in the air.
We were in the elevator

and it stopped. We were stuck there
for about 10 minutes, I think.

And what of the feverish excitement
of topping the charts today?

We had a No 1, one of our songs.

I remember being on the bus,
travelling somewhere

and someone shouting it down the back

and I stuck my head out.

I went back to sleep and thinking
now, "Wow, where was
the Champagne popping?"

They could at least have pulled over.

At last they've made it,
or have they?

The moment where the band strikes
gold marks the point where
the real work begins.

Now it's time to capitalise
on that first success

by hitting the road again to take
the music to the fans.

They may have left the white van
days behind,

but however state-of-the-art the
bus, however cavernous the venues,

however swanky the hotels,

all that luxury won't ease the
emotional strain of being cooped up
with the same people 24/7.

What other thing do you end up
on a big, bloody tour bus

sleeping in a line together?

You all lie there in your bunks,
sleeping you get up in the morning,

your hair's all sticking up.

"I'm so tired."

And then you put on the face and
everybody gets their showers
and you sound check

and then it's getting ready
to do the next show.

It's like a mobile Big Brother
house. You're in a bus together.

Everyone's getting
on each other's nerves.

It's very difficult

to describe the tedium
and the boredom

that's then balanced against these
outrageous, fantastic highs.

I was like, "God, I'm surrounded
by all these bloody men."

Like people on holiday.

That's how they behaved - animals.

This is the happy house...

You can imagine how the bus got
after a while.

The road crew, maybe one change
of socks for the a two-month tour.

You got the band and different stops

and different female bodies
coming on a different times.

It drove me mad.
I remember waking up one morning

and screaming inside,
"I hate the fucking lot of you!"

Believe me, three months
on a bus with somebody...

cabin fever, right, you know.

They would have this small,
tiny habit

and by the time you've been
on a bus with them for three months
in Europe,

it's huge and you want to kill them
all the time.

With a blunt knife.

On tour, the most innocuous thing
can become the straw that breaks
the camel's back.

In late-'80s blues outfit,
the Jack Bruce band,

the backbone comprised of Jack
himself, his former Cream compadre,
Ginger Baker on drums

and a hot-blooded whippersnapper
called Blues on guitar.

I remember when Ginger
was in my band,

I had this very young guitar-player,

he was only about 18,

and Ginger was sitting on the bus
smoking his pipe.

Blues left the band. He said
"That's it. I'm out of here."

So Ginger had to follow the bus,
driving a car

so he could smoke a pipe.

Ludicrous.

As egos start to get out of control,
the band can end up
on the road to nowhere.

It's a bubble and everyone thinks
they're Peter Pan.

Nothing changes in that bubble and
that's why everyone has a downer
when they go home.

I think that's why U2, their wives
make them stay in a hotel

for a week when they finish a world
tour, cos then they come home,
they're a pain in the arse.

I agree.

You can't walk off stage playing to
50,000 people, phoning the president

then come home and watch EastEnders.
That won't wash.

We do that. We have a day.
We can't afford a week.

The world of incessant touring
takes hold

and life within the band fast takes
over what's left of its members
personal lives,

until they start to become each
other's nearest and dearest.

No wonder being in a rock 'n' roll
band is compared to another
age-old institution.

It's harder than a marriage.

In a marriage, you're coping
with two people.

It's like being in four marriages,
really.

And, don't forget, when you're on
the road or in the studio working
on a new album,

you are with one another 24/7,
pretty much.

You're travelling on that plane
together, you're sitting in that
dressing room together.

The only break you have is
in your hotel room
and when you get some kip.

Hey, little sister
who's the only one?

It's not easy being in a band.
It's a marriage without sex.

Who wants that?
I'm not sure I wanted it.

I don't want to have sex with the
other guys in the band at all.
It's an analogy.

It's a nice day to...

Absolutely, sexless one.

Well, in our band, yeah.

Especially, me and him,

Bezwick. That's a sexless marriage.

It's like lovers,

if they stick together 24/7,

you're going to have a feud,
but when you come back together,
it's more exciting.

You miss each other. It's like
lovers, when they have a feud,

they have the sex make up.

Which is always the most fun.
Never skip on that.

My marriages only lasted five years.
This has lasted 32.

So marriage is small potatoes
compared to this -
in my pathetic case.

A time-honoured touchstone on the
band's journey to rock 'n' roll
nirvana

is the "experimental" stage,
meaning taking a lot of drugs.

The idea generally being that
getting out of their heads might
improve the music

and help them cope with their oh-so
complicated lives.

I think bands cope with the pressure
of being on the road

or not getting along with each other
in a variety of different ways.

Some drink a lot,
some exercise a lot,

some take a lot of drugs.

Getting high as a means of bettering
the music is an idea

that can be traced back to way back
before the dawn of rock 'n' roll.

You can go back to Mozart, mate,

and he was at it.

That's art. That's rock 'n' roll.

Picture yourself on a train
in a station...

When I was a kid,

it was "Oh, we just drink
Perrier water.

I don't want to read about them
sort of bands.

They didn't float my boat
as a kid who loved rock 'n' roll.

It's not necessary, although, would
you say Pepper would have been made
without LSD?

In the '60s, certain hallucinogenic
substances to whit, LSD,

you find, under the influence
of that substance,

there's a oneness that happens,
not only with the universe,

but with three, four,
five people in the band.

Deep and wide

Break on through to the other side

Break on through
to the other side...

There was no more Ray Manzarek,
there was no Jim Morrison.

There was the beat, the energy,
the chord changes,

the structure of the song
and the lyrics to the song.

You leapt outside yourself
and entered into a zen.

It's zen oneness. You're zen monks
making music.

The only thing I didn't count on
was Jim Morrison and alcohol.

That fooled me.
That came out of the blue

and I could never understand
what Jim saw in that bottle.

But there was something
within his genes

that said, "I need this whisky.
I want this whisky.

"I want this Bourbon" and by God,
that's what he drank.

Wild Turkey was his drink.

That's what killed him.

Others claim to embody a purer,
more Corinthian spirit.

That's not allowed in Kiss.
Kiss is square.

We treat what we do with the pride
that Olympic athletes have.

The best of the best.
Make no bones about declaring so.

We get up on stage and say,

"You wanted the best, you got..."
Oh, by the way, I invented that.

It is at about this point
in a band's journey

that one member, more often that
not, the singer...

Give us your coat.

..will feel an insatiable urge
to mess with the formula,

to ignore the naysayers
and go it alone

for the nearly always
ill-advised side project.

Some people can get a bit cocky.
They think they're the singer,

they don't need the band
and go off and be solo

and get distracted and should really
have stuck with the band.

Give me just another night

Just another night with you...

Mick Jagger went off and...still
does go off and do solo albums
that no-one wants.

Cos I'm homesick

Feel a little...

The whole point about a band

is the collective. You can go on
about the lead singer,

but the ideal singer is no more
than part of the collective.

It's a moot point as to
whether you'd buy a solo album
as opposed to a U2 album.

It kind of doesn't work. Sorry, dude.
We'll talk about it later.

Keith's solo album
didn't really work.

Mick's solo album didn't really work.

Even Stones bassist came to
the conclusion he owed the world
his solo contribution.

Je suis un rock star

J'avais un residence

J'habite a la

A la South of France...

It's great for the person
who's doing it.

It's very rewarding,

but the general public and the
people who like your band,

they can't accept that you've just
gone off in this direction.

J'avais un residence

J'habite a la...

A Pete Townsend album as opposed
to a Who album.

Even when you say it, it's just
not going to work, is it?

You shouldn't go off doing solo
projects if you're in a band.

To me, I think it's an alien thing
that I don't think anyone should do.

If you want to do it,
leave the band and go and do it.

You say yes...

By now, the band is a runaway
roller-coaster of ambition,

delusion and musical differences.

Yes, they may have made it to the
top, but the cracks are showing
and arguments are starting to flare.

There comes a time in a band's career

where you've gotten to the mountain.

And then fewer, but some,
get to the mountain top.

There's only one way to go
from that mountain top.

Down.

When times of crisis happen in bands,
it usually goes in groups.

Everybody would talk about everybody

but nobody will ever bring it to
the table.

He sits at one end of the bus and I
sit at the other end of the bus.

Sometimes he doesn't want to listen
to me. I'm going like that...

I'm very hyperactive and I talk
a lot.

I... I... Like now.

And when tempers really erupt,

it's singer in the red corner,
guitarist in the blue corner.

Queensbury rules and no punches
below the belt.

We were never serious as fights go.

A few serious fights that's all.

It's always wonderful afterwards -
kiss and make.

When we was young, fights were
physical.

Broken noses, fingers, black eyes.
Especially brothers.

A kid you've known since he was nine
years old and you're arguing, the
first thing you do is launch at him

or they'll launch at you.

The arguing's just done with them.

One of the most momentous fallouts
in rock 'n' roll folklore

involved '60s belters, The Troggs.

Luckily for future generations,

it was recorded for posterity.

Wild thing

You make my heart sing

You make everything groovy

Wild thing...

There is the infamous
Trogg Tapes where

we went into a studio

and we were arguing probably the
biggest argument that The Troggs have
ever had

and somebody left the tape running.

'That's a load of BLEEP.

'If that bastard doesn't go then...

'I'll BLEEP retire.'

'I think it is a good song. I agree
it is a good song.'

'But it BLEEP won't be unless we
spend a little bit of BLEEP thought
and imagination

'making it BLEEP number one.'

The argument started where Ronnie,

bless him, he's gone now...

He started doing a riff and I
thought, "That's not bad. He could do
better than that."

So there was another argument to get
him to do something else and try
something else.

'Why don't you just do what you BLEEP
started out doing?

'Dub-a-dub-a-dub-a-cha!

'Dub-a-dub-a-dub-a-cha!

'Dub-a-dub-a-dub-a-cha!'

DRUMMING

'No!'

'You're talking out the back of your
arses cos all you want is the same
BLEEP thing...!'

INDISTINCT ARGUING

I think bands would have found

the humorous side of it almost
immediately

because I bet you they've been
through it.

'BLEEP drummer! I...'

Most bands experience these
stormy moments,

but only a handful develop
the happy knack

of keeping the ship afloat amidst
the most tempestuous storms.

But how do they manage to keep the
core steady when the waters
get choppy?

You need rigid discipline.

An example I would give you is...

U2, who rigidly discipline
themselves.

They've been mates for ages.

But, obviously,
they've got competing interests

but they sit down over practically
every decision...

Come on, come on,
let's stick together...

..and they talk through things and
they've worked out what they're going
to do,

where the band is at now, where
they're at, where the audience is at,

what they should be doing, who they
should use. Bap-bap-bap!

And that's the key.

You don't stay up there by chance.
You really, really don't.

In order to make a living in music,
as a band,

you've got to want to do it more
than you don't.

And you've got to want to...

set aside your personal differences,
work through stuff

that perhaps you can't be bothered
with at the time

for the sake of keeping the whole
thing together.

But ultimately, if a band cannot
resolve its differences
one way or the other,

there's only one course of
action left.

TEARING

Will anyone ever replace
The Beatles for you?

No. No.

It's just one Beatles' group. That's
it. There couldn't be another.

What is it about them?
We grew up with them.

They started when they were younger
and we were younger.

And all through these years we've
developed with them

and grown up with them and they,
like, belong to us, you know.

But there could never be another
Beatles. Never.

In so many ways the archetypal rock
'n' roll band, The Beatles,

also gave the world
the classic break-up.

ROY ORBISON: Golden days before
they end...

As it does for most bands, all that
money, fame and adulation proved
too much

for the Moptops.

Tears are shed.

It's the end for the gang.

The dream is over.

There are very few bands...
who can sustain

the creative curiosity and also, the
personal aspects of living together
as grown men...

and sustain that for a lifetime.

Your baby doesn't want you...

I needed to grow away from it

I needed to grow up.

It's over...

Bands break up...because everything
breaks up.

We're born and we die

and there's an end to it.

The Libertines broke up for
personal reasons more than music.

It was just a... It was just
thundering out of control

and it was going to destroy itself
and ruin the legacy it made.

It's over!

It's over!

And it ended at the best time it
possibly could.

It's over!

Bands are temporary. They're not
meant to last forever.

You look at a band like
the Rolling Stones

and that is a weird phenomenon.
That's a thing.

They're meant to be kind of
incendiary, exciting, temporary
shooting stars

that kind of light the whole sky up
for a very brief moment

and then expire and disappear.

I think bands break up in the end
when the goals change for
each individual

and they're no longer chasing
the same goal.

I also think a lot of financial
structuring of bands can lead to the
break up of bands.

It's over!

Because of money...I reckon,
don't you think?

At the end of the day...

Got too much or you've not
got enough.

It's over!

With Oasis it would've been about
money but about 50p or something.

It'd be, "Whose 50p is that?"

"It's mine, it fell out me jeans.
You just saw it fall out
my jeans...our kid." Maybe...

WIND BLOWS

Once the group has split,

estranged band-mates go their own
separate ways

and enter the wilderness years where
usually they try their hand in other
career areas,

often with little success.

Many moons will pass until out of
boredom and or, poverty

a thought strikes someone.

Mmm. "Maybe being part of that
rock 'n' roll band I couldn't wait
to get shot of

"is the sole reason I was put on
the planet."

And before you know it,
the gang is reunited

for one night only,
unless it goes well.

Together again, once more, except
for the keyboard player who
nobody's told.

In a band it's
very, very concentrated.

You don't realise how amazing it is,
how special. You don't realise what
you've got,

you completely fuck it up by
bickering about nothing...

whether it's about money, songs,
girlfriends...usually.

And then you go away. You have your
boring life for another 15 years

where your kids have all grown up,
they've left the house and you're
like, "What the fuck did I do?"

Get on the phone to the boys, be like
the Blues Brothers and get the band
back together.

The boys are back in town
The boys are back in town...

The Specials are a classic example -

they split in the early '80s

and it took three decades before
Terry Hall and his band-mates

felt enough water had flowed under
the bridge for them to share a stage
once more.

This town...
Town is coming like a ghost town.

We just sort of got together cos it
was our 30th anniversary

of our first record.

And over the years, there's been talk
of us trying to do something

or reforming to do something,
but to me nothing made
sense until that point.

It came out of me being very ill and
getting better

and looking at my ex-band members in
a totally different way.

But that wasn't really the intention
at the start.

The start was to realise who your
mates were

and who they could be again.

This town...
Town is coming like a ghost town.

And we've all really grown up now.
We've all had families and stuff,

but there's still that tension there
and we still row,

but we can deal with it now, whereas
before it became physical.

Bands won't play no more

Too much fighting
on the dance floor

Yah-yah-yah

Yah-yah-yah

Yah-yah-yah

Yah-yah-yah...

I know what makes them get back
together. I don't give a fuck what
anybody says - money.

It's the money. It's the money.
It's simple. It's the green. Yeah.

If they say it's for the love, I
think they're lying. You can tell.

The Sex Pistols didn't even bother
to pretend when they reformed in
1996 -

calling it the Filthy Lucre tour.

But is it always as cynical and
cash-driven as that?

I don't think they really get
together for money.

They get together cos it's really
bloody good fun

and they absolutely miss it.

They completely miss it and they can
have any kind of side project

or pretend they're making an album in
their own studio at home...

What it really means is they miss
the band

and they can't wait for someone just
to say sorry.

"Please say sorry and we can get
on stage

"and pretend to be the old cock
rockers we were."

And talking of...reformed bands,

none come bigger than The Police

who got back together in 2007 for a
mammoth world tour.

Reforming The Police was my idea.
The timing was my idea.

I said, "No, no, no" for many years,
but I suddenly had an instinct that
this would be the right time,

that people would be ready or pleased
to see us again.

And that we could re-create that
nostalgia.

Feel so lonely...

It was difficult in many ways

because we'd all matured in different
ways and had different interests,

so had to, basically, lock ourselves
down to the task and say,

"OK, we have to do this now."

Um...

some of the old volatility came back,
some of the old arguments came back.

STING LAUGHS

That's going to be fucking cover of
Modern Drummer magazine.

It's going to be fucking devoted to
that drum fill.

It's amazing that you could play that
drum fill in nine beats.

Ah-ha! Yeah! It's fantastic.

Just because you get lost. Just cos
it's a little confusing for the
fucking bass-playing element.

It was going so well, too(!)

'There were kind of resentments at
the beginning.'

I really thought after the first
four or five days,

"Not going to happen."

But it was sort of too late

because we'd sort of like, we'd
turned the key of this massive
machine and it was up and running

and we couldn't turn back.

Bow! Bow!

This is the coda? Yeah.

OK, so you don't want it to continue
any more? Well. Now you want
something different?

You know...

It's hard without writing it
all down...

For me, it was a no-brainer.
"Course, let's do it."

I've got a great career as
a film composer,

but this is an opportunity to go out
and play stadiums

and spend a year doing something
completely outside of my world,

impress the kids.

Walking back from your house

I was walking on the moon

Walking back from your house

Walking on the moon...

I would've thought the problem of
being a reformed band

is people want you to play like when
you were 19.

You might not be able to any more,
you may have forgotten how it goes.

No matter how many times you listen
to the record can you figure out
what you were doing.

Walking on the moon.

The Police got back together,
year before last and they seemed to

at least, in their concerts,
be trying to propel the music and
reinvent themselves.

Of course the audiences
weren't interested.

"Play it like on the record,
you wankers."
HE LAUGHS

We got through it. We didn't strangle
each other and...

all left happily.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

But one story of band reformation
tops the lot,

proving that even the loss of a key
member won't diminish our desire

to see our favourite band just
once more,

even if the band
is as beloved as Queen,

and the band member as revered as
Freddie Mercury.

I think when Freddie died, we did
sort of, mentally, call it a day.

Then it just sort of gained a
momentum of its own again, you know.

People were still keen to see us.

On and on...

Paul Rodgers came along,
purely accidentally...

So we did about five tours with Paul,
actually.

Never at any point did I feel I was
going to try and replace Freddie.

That would be a dangerous thing
to do.

They broke the mould when
Freddie died.

He was the one for that band and he
was very unique.

So the only way I could deal with
that was to actually just be me.

The show must go on

The show must go on

The show must go on...

If it can exist in the way it has
after Freddie,

then it could certainly exist after
Brian and/or, myself.

So there it is -

the lifecycle of the
rock 'n' roll band

from birth to death,

regeneration and even beyond.

For five decades and counting,

life in a rock 'n' roll band has
represented one of the most
thrilling adventures known to man.

These mean and women are
self-destructive superheroes,

louche legends in their
own lifetimes.

They and only they have earned the
right to say -

I'm in a rock 'n' roll band.

From watching my cousin's band in my
aunty's front room

as a six year old,

to then appearing on Top Of The Pops,
to having worldwide acclaim,
it's living the dream.

This is our decision,
to live fast and die young

We've got the vision,
now let's have some fun...

It can't be that difficult cos I
managed to do it.

In the old days, you ran away and
joined the army,

or the circus, you know.

Nowadays you run away and join a
rock band.

It's cos we're dangerous
and we visit.

We never live where you can find us,
you know.

And that time comes at night

and I hear, yes when I hear it,
the roar of the crowd

and the smell of the greasepaint.

No other band can say that.
They wish they were us.

There's nothing like it.

It's the gods of Mount Olympus
descending...

..to show the mortals a fucking
rocking good time.

The glory of rock 'n' roll,
long may it reign.

Now it's over to you.

A shortlist of the ten greatest
rock 'n' roll bands as selected by a
panel of music experts

awaits at out website.

And next week, Jonathan Ross hosts
I'm In A Rock 'N' Roll Band Live

where the nation's most loved bands
and favourites in each band role
will be revealed.

MUSIC: "Time To Pretend"
by MGMT

There's really nothing,
nothing we can do

Love must be forgotten,
life can always start up anew...

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