Who the hell is Nick Lowe? I doubt that anyone else on this site has heard of him, but he’s one of my musical heroes.
He was born two years after me fairly close to where I lived then. I must have first seen him play in the early 70s as part of the London Pub Rock scene, when he was bass player, one of the vocalists and chief song writer for Brinsley Scwwarz – no, never heard of them either. My favourites were Ducks Deluxe, but on Friday night we’d get into the Plumber’s Arms at 5:30, later get some food and then go and find a pub with music – any music.
I bought his first solo LP in the late 70s – titled “Jesus of Cool” in the UK, but obviously that had to be changed for the US market. However, he still didn’t register as someone I thought a lot about. I carried on buying many albums – 12 inch vinyl so lots of sleeve notes. Then, when I was in Connecticut I bought John Hiatt’s Bring the Family [anyone else on board yet] on the basis of a Rolling Stone review. I noticed that he was the bass player and started looking back for his name elsewhere. I found it in a lot more places than I was expecting, and since then I’ve followed his music in many different directions.
He was in house producer for Stiff Records, and produced the first punk single to be released in the UK – New Rose by The Damned, and then their first album, both before the Sex Pistols. He produced most of the artists handled by stiff – Elvis Costello, Graham Parker, etc. His nickname derives from his instructions to those he was recording “Just bash it out and we’ll tart it up later”.
For country fans – he married into royalty – the Carter/Cash family. Recorded with Johnny on his own songs.
His early music is good time rock and his later stuff is very introspective. I saw him most recently about two years ago playing the Huntingdon Hall in Worcester – he ran through his career during the show. Here’s what he looked like when I first and last saw him.
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