Ian Dury and his band The Blockheads were a class act and while Norman Watt-Roy on bass was a colourful figure there really was only one person who we all came to see - the man in the pearly jacket.
|Handcuffs, Mr Dury?|
Now I realise Mr Dury would not be everyone's cup of tea - for one thing, his lyrics bordered on the risqué (and beyond) but he was a one-off, an original and when he got it right, it was good - lyrically and musically (like in Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick).
One of the best things about Ian Dury's performance was that both him and the band looked like they were having fun - a lot of fun.
It was well-known that Mr Dury had no time for the establishment's view of disabled people, in spite of the physical difficulties he had since contracting polio at the age of 7. He wasn't afraid to write about it (and sing about) too - as in Spasticus Artisticus.
|A bit of sax is good|
Wikipedia (Ed: seriously? Do we have to?) gets it spot on: "Dury's lyrics are a combination of lyrical poetry, word play, observation of British everyday life, character sketches and sexual humour".
I really do think the world is a slightly less creative place since Mr Dury's death. I leave you with a harmless little ditty, from Bellericay Dickie :
good evening i'm from essex
in case you couldn't tell
my given name is Dickie, I come from Bellericay
and I'm doing very well