"'I've always got this vision of an older kid,' he says at one point, 'he was probably all of 16, and I was 12 or 13 - just seeing him walking down Walton Road, on a late summer's evening, dressed to the hilt. He looked so amazing. Beautiful. The washed-out Levi's with red socks, ox-blood brogues, a Tonik jacket, a Fred Perry shirt - looking so mint. He was off to meet his bird or whatever, and just speaking to him and being totally in awe of this geezer. Those things just stick with you really. If anyone ever said to me, what's the epitome of style, he was it for me.'
"Talking of this, Weller looks much as one imagines Bernadette of Lourdes must have looked recounting her first vision of the Virgin Mary. People think clothes are frivolous, he says, but they are not. 'It's a big part of English culture, I think; a statement of who we are, and where we're from.'"
In The Telegraph, Mick Brown interviews Paul Weller as the Modfather turns fifty.
And nearly a year later, The Times runs an obituary for John Weller, Paul's father and manager.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Into Tomorrow
Labels:
2000s,
Britain,
cultural history,
music,
obituaries,
Weller
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