Who sang the song Mambo Sun in 1971

Free & outdoors: September 13-16, 07

Free & outdoors is a photo diary that, like the book of the same name, begins in early 2006. Most of the material comes from the blog november07Detlef Kuhlbrodt made it for taz from the end of 2006 and until autumn 2013 and looked through it again for the logbook, shortened it in some places and expanded it in others to emphasize the narrative. Actually is Free & outdoors photo history rather than diary; the recordings are the setting of an untold story. Kuhlbrodt went looking for images that somehow fit together and give the day a face. Sometimes the heroes are bicycles, sometimes cars, sometimes there are people.

Thursday, 09/13/07


The masturbation silo is at the Südstern underground station.

Corner of Bergmannstrasse. Below someone wrote: "I shit on you too. / Because you do power politics / and you are gay haters." Signature: "Antichrist".

Bergmannstrasse, right by the school.

First there was a lot of lightning in the semifinals between Spain and Italy. Then there was a thunderstorm while looking at the beach volleyball club at Möckernstrasse 43. Sometimes the picture stopped and pixelated like the internet live pictures from the first Big Brother season back then.

Then it was nice to walk home through the streets with a towel as a turban over your head.

3 days awake, the summer drug smash hit from Lützenkirchen. The official MELT anthem. There is also a spoiled side to it. We talked about it at Grabower See and then read the text in the intro. It was very annoying how the song kept messing around in my head.


Holidays on Saltkrokan

14.9., 16:58

The friend was flu-like. We talked about it in his study Rhythm & Sound. He knew Mark Ernestus because he used to be at the Buddy nest had worked. A few years ago R. recommended the record "Smile" to me when I asked him about anti-paranoid music. Then we had played table tennis for years in the same house on Maybachufer where they had their studio. In the front building the Kurdish folk dance group; in the Secret Annex Hard wax, Rhythm & Sound aka Basic Channel and we are drinking coffee, smoking, playing table tennis and listening to the Bundesliga radio.

The See Mi Yah (Remixes)- given the record I had first heard from Harald.

14.9., 16:59

The house has a beautiful roof garden and was previously occupied. It was like the Baltic Sea.

14.9., 17:02

14.9., 17:03

A bit like in a spaceship.

14.9., 17:04


Saturday, 09/15/07


Sunday, 09/16/07

Marc Bolan died thirty years ago today.

In Barcelona and London there are and have been commemorative celebrations, today and yesterday, as announced by the T-Rex Action Group (TAG).

If I were to record a C90 cassette with the most beautiful Marc Bolan songs, it would look like this:

Page one

Tyrannosaurus Rex:

Afghan woman
One inch skirt
Stacey Grove
Eastern Spell
Cat black (The Wizard’s Hat)
Great horses
Elemental Child
Cosmic Dancer
King Of The Rumbling Spiers
Frowning Atahuallpa
Deboraarobed (John's Children)
T. Rex:
Teenage Dream (1974)
Celebrate Summer 1977

Side two

T. rex

Mambo Sun (1971)
The Wizard (John's Children) (1965)
Hot Love (1971)
Girl (1971)
Life’s A Gas (1971)
Rip Off (1971)
Metal Guru (1973)
20th Century Boy (1973)
The Slider (1972)
She was born to be my Unicorn (1968) (Tyrannosaurus Rex)

Teen Riot Structure

Life is an Elevator (Harald was very fond of that)
Ride a white swan

(Shit; the second side of the cassette is too short for the pieces ...)
Two years ago I also wrote an article about Marc Bolan, which was published on August 1st, 2005 in the taz was:
Tree of possibilities

"The most important thing in philosophy are screams, around which concepts become real chants." (Deleuze / Guattari, 1000 plateaus)


A few weeks ago, when summer was still a long way off, I met Marc Bolan again. His curly hair was on the posters that were stuck to an old wall near the Warschauer Strasse subway station. I thought: "Great!" And hoped the others who saw the little posters would think so too. It was about a DVD with the completely renovated version of the film Born to boogie, which Ringo Starr had shot in 1972 with T. Rex, two concerts that the band had given on March 18, 1972 in Wembley and various extra features. I waited expectantly for the apparition.
Marc Bolan was my first hero and later met me again and again in important phases of life: in the early 80s in the existentialist punk environment; At the end of the 80s in the Berlin comparative scene, when a friend from Bavaria who specialized in Proust had recorded me a cassette with the beautiful songs from Marc Bolan's hippie phase, which I had heard over and over again.
T. Rex also often ran in risk, the most important club in West Berlin in the 1980s. There they would often have threatened in the morning Get it on and heard things like that, said a friend the other day, and that she would always think of drugs when she thought of T.Rex. Others think of fairgrounds, and LOVE Parade inventor Dr. In the early days of techno, Motte always liked to remix T.Rex pieces.
In any case, Marc Bolan's influence lasted well into the 80s; oh what: until today. Countless T.Rex fan clubs are still active around the world and some of them have great websites.


Marc Bolan was the first superstar of the 1970s. Between 1970 (Ride a white swan) and 1973 (The Grover) T.Rex had ten top ten hits in a row in the British charts - four times number 1, three times number 2, twice number 3 and once number 4 - and sold 39 million records
In 1972 T. Rex were unbeatable, and fans wore scarves that read T. Rex or Marc Bolan to cheer the band on when they performed. The T.Rex DVD plays during this time. She is awesome! I looked at them over and over again.
It all started when Ringo Starr wanted to continue his filmmaking career. So he planned a series of documentaries: about Liz Taylor, Richard Burton and the football-playing beatnik George Best and Marc Bolan. Only "Born to Boogie" was realized, which was shown in cinemas for a while, not really successfully, and then buried for decades.
The slightly damaged film material had been stored in a garage for years and was then painstakingly restored. The indistinct and grainy elements were eliminated, the sound diligently equalized and filtered so that you can now hear every instrument as it was played. Everything now sounds as clean as any live concert on TV. There are a few features where the edited and the unedited are juxtaposed: the original version has a more powerful effect. Fortunately, on the DVD there is the option of yourself Born to boogie at least to watch with the old soundtrack.


The film Born boogie consists of great excerpts from the Wembley concert, jam sessions with Ringo Starr and Elton John, as well as all sorts of strange, surrealistic slapstick-like interludes.
The influences are unmistakable: Monty Python, Fellini, Alice in Wonderland, Andy Warhol.
Much seems pleasantly spontaneous amateurish. The mock-up, artificial and childlike stands next to the ironic assertion of the rock'n'roll soul when Ringo Starr and Marc Bolan try about five thousand times to say verse to each other and repeatedly get a fit of laughter: “Some people like to rock, some people like to roll ... "

In the opening sequence you can see a red Cadillac driving down the runway of an airport towards the audience for a minute. Ringo Starr in a dormouse costume and Marc Bolan with a beautiful magic cylinder sit inside. In the background, a cut-out, larger-than-life photo of Marc Bolan wobbles past - a throwback to the days when Bolan posed as a model as a teenager. Then a dwarf comes and eats the mirror of the car.
There are concert passages, the famous Monty Python-influenced "Mad Hatter’s Tea Party", filmed in John Lennon's garden, with nuns eating hamburgers and a guest appearance by Geoffrey Bayldon, the leading actor in the wonderful children's afternoon series Catweazle, as well as a violin-accompanied Bolan medley and a very rock'n'roll version of Children of the Revolution with Ringo Starr on second drums, a Jerry Lewis sticking Elton John on and Marc Bolan on the white grand piano. He's really in there and sings his white make-up, "You can't fool the children of the revolution".


The two concerts that T.Rex gave on March 18, 1972 in front of ten thousand people in the Wembley Hall and which are unabridged on the DVD, are also really big. There are the big hits up until then - Jeepster, Telegram Sam, a rousing version of "Get it on"; an acoustic part where Bolan is sitting cross-legged like in the Tyrannosaurus Rex times, unfortunately a bit too pathetic at times Spaceball ricochet, Girl and Cosmic Child sings, a beautiful version of Baby strange and an almost punk one Summertime blues as an encore.
The little moments of the concert are actually best: like the almost Warhol-like overdimensioned Marc Bolan - behind him there is a Bolan cardboard figure and he is wearing a Marc Bolan T-shirt - at the evening concert, at the beginning of the first piece (Cadillac) is totally tense, looks to the side for a moment, sneaks at a technician and takes two minutes to recover to realize that everything is going great and then smiles completely relaxed at Steve Currie, the bassist. Or how Mickey Finn and Marc Bolan throw a lot of mini-tambourins into the audience for a minute on "Get it on" or how a yellow-red-clad fan enters the stage, briefly touches Bolan and is led away by security guards. So how happy the face of the fan looks there. And the best thing about this scene is that the next blissful fan appears in the background of the stage.

"T.Rex fans are the craziest I've ever seen, and that includes Beatles and Bowie fans", T.Rex, David Bowie and U2 producer Tony Visconti once said. Most impressive are perhaps the happy faces of the mostly barely 14-year-olds, who looked so beautiful with glitter in their hair and great make-up, perhaps to resemble Marc Bolan, her impersonator, who only started it in '71, perhaps also to get the title of to quote the first »Tyrannosaurus Rex« album published in 1968: My People were fair and had sky in their hair, but now they're content to have stars on their brows ...


"My people were fair and had sky in their hair ... / But now they're content to wear stars on their brows"


For a long time I lost myself in the many extra features of the DVD. Looked at me Cadillac from four camera angles, watched the super cool Mickey Finn drumming and how the musicians interacted on stage; heard each and every one of the four audio tracks from Jeepster and giggled when I discovered that Steve Currie was actually playing "Walk the Line" on his bass the whole time. The T.Rex documentary by Bolansohn Rolan, on the other hand, disappointed me, because it mainly restricts itself to the superstar days of Marc Bolan and ignores all the breaks that make T.Rex so interesting as part of a (sub) cultural history. After all, there is a nice interview in it with four totally sympathetic fans in their mid-forties, who were at the concert at the time, and also a lengthy conversation with the only survivor of the band, the drummer Bill Legend, who only drums in Christian services. It's also nice that at least one Tyrannosaurus Rex appearance from '67, introduced by John Peel, was included on the DVD. Everything in black and white and very psychedelic. The club was called Middleearth.

Tyrannosaurus Rex. Marc Bolan and Steve Peregrin Took.


I left the DVD that was hooked on me. I kept listening to Marc Bolan's complete works, researching the T.Rex complex on the Internet, chatting with friends, buying records and thinking about the past.

Metal Guru, T.Rex's last number 1 hit, had been my first single. I bought it when I was twelve. Later I had spent a lot of time catching up on music from a time that I would also have liked to experience. That whole 68pp. Stuff. In retrospect, T.Rex have been a lot better than the late 60s bands. Bolan could also scream technically much better than Jim Morrisson or John Lennon. I got my first college paper from Jim Morrison's "Now" scream in When the music’s over written. I should have written "wow" about Bolan's.
Marc Bolan is the passage that led from the 60s to the 70s and 80s. The last hippie mystic, so to speak, who sang words he often did not understand himself and the first glam rocker. Glam was a broad field of enthusiasm, transformation, disguise, representation, the trivialized exhibition of one's own and others; the seduction, sexual ambivalence, the authentically inauthentic, in which David Bowie, with whom Bolan was friends, was active almost at the same time and which led through Alice Cooper, Queen and Roxy Music into the 80s.
Because they liked to dress up and put on make-up, parents asked their children to hang up the posters with these gays. You misunderstood the signs on the posters. The real message was that it didn't matter if you were a boy or a girl.

You could spice it up with quotes from Oscar Wilde, Nietzsche, Kierkegaard, Foucault, Deleuze, Roland Barthes, Andy Warhol, Walter Benjamin and Proust or analyze the world-wide the attractiveness of the glam rock relationship models - Marc Bolan / Steve Took or Mickey Finn ; David Bowie / Mick Ronson or Iggy Pop; Bryan Ferry / Eno etc.

Mickey Finn was great too!
The two censored lines of the song should not go unmentioned - from "Lift up your skirt and fly" in Desdemona became "Why do you have to lie"; the »Cocaine Nights« Dandy in the Underworld became "T.Tex-Night" and actually the Wembley concert by T.Rex can only be understood in its full scope if you have its counterpart, the last concert of David Bowie's Ziggy Stardust tour, in the back of your mind. There's a film of that too. It would turn out that Bolan was the better rock'n'roller and Bowie the more convincing melancholic. It's also interesting that Bowie did his song Lady Stardust Bolan had dedicated: “People stared at the makeup of his face / Laughed at his long black hair, his animal grace / The boy in the bright blue jeans / Jumped up on the stage / And lady stardust sang his songs / Of darkness and disgrace /
And he was alright the band was altogether
Yes he was alright the song went on forever:
And he was awful nice
Really quite paradise
And he sang all night long "


If you research a certain topic that is close to your heart (and what could be closer to your heart than the stars you chose when you were twelve) longer, the result is a virtual novel with many main characters and minor characters, which is frayed on the edge and all sorts of strange aspects contains.

In the middle, Marc Bolan, the Jewish laborer's son from Hackney, who was kicked out of school at fourteen, etc. The major supporting role was Steve Peregrin Took, the percussionist and revolutionary drug hippie who formed Tyrannosaurus Rex with Bolan from 67 to 70. Took was after the one hobbit Lord of the rings named. It is said that he was the only one who understood Bolan. Bolan replaced him in 1970 with the similar looking Mickey Finn. Steve Took continued in the hippie underground, acted like the early Iggy Pop, played here and there with radical bands ("Pink Fairies") and died in 1980 when he choked on a cocktail cherry under threat. He probably never got over the breakup with Bolan. In late interviews - it's a bit spooky to listen to on the Internet - he always talked about himself and Bolan backwards: that is, »Koots Evets« and »Nalob Cram«.
Together with the operators of a Steve Took fan page, the TAG (T-Rex Action Group) is trying to put a memorial bench next to his grave in London's Kensal Green Cemetery. The words that the musician wanted for his tombstone should be on this bench: "Steve Took Too Much".

Then Mickey Finn, a painter and musician who came from the more stylish environment of the hippie scene and was fired by Bolan in 1974 when T.Rex no longer worked. After that, he couldn't get up. Lots of drugs, lots of drinking. After appearing at a commemorative concert on the 20th anniversary of Bolan's death, he founded "Mickey Finn’s T.Rex" and toured with them (Rolan Bolan was also sometimes there) around the world, especially Germany and Japan, until his death on January 11, 2003. The band had their first appearance in the »Hanns-Martin-Schleyer-Halle«.

Mickey Finn towards the end of his rocker life.

Mickey Finn’s T.Rex in the Berlin Waldbühne, photo by Karoline Doil.

The remnants of Mickey Finn’s T.Rex without Mickey Finn are still touring to present the timeless songs to new generations. There are also at least five other T.Rex cover bands. (There is also another strange meaning of Mickey Finn, and a very nice Mickey Finn fan page by Karoline Doil with great photos and a wonderful text about a visit to the personable musician.)

On the sidelines, Steve Currie, the bassist who also died in a car accident in 1980, and Bolan's longtime friend and supporter John Peel, who played the Tyrannosaurus Rex piece Frowning Atahuallpa reads a children's story by Bolan (!) and later refused Get it on To play on the radio because it was too commercial for him. An important side story that Bolan's wife, Gloria Jones, in 1977 Tainted love sang, the song that in the soft-cell version was to become the biggest hit of the 80s. Marc Almond tells in his wonderful autobiography Tainted Life Incidentally, that he ran after Bolan and who refused to give him an autograph. Even further on the fringes of the musician Nicki Sudden, who headed the European section of the Marc Bolan fan club for a while (and died last year in New York).
Marc Bolan couldn't cope with being a superstar. After '73 it went downhill. The class is still completely over-orchestrated Teenage Dream from 1974. Then he got as fat as the late Elvis, probably drank and coke too much, suffered a heart attack in 1975, briefly broke up the band, recovered again, musically too, had a TV show, allied himself with punk - »The Damned «appeared as the opening act for T.Rex - and died shortly before his thirtieth birthday, on the same day as Maria Callas, by the way.
At the wheel of the defective red Mini, which hit a tree in London on the morning of 9/16/77, his wife Gloria Jones had sat. Bolan, in whose work cars had played a major role (Mustang Ford, Cadillac and the Rolls Royce from Children of the revolution), had never learned to drive himself.
The tree is at the center of the T.Rex complex. In the beginning, because on the first Tyrannosaurus Rex album My people were fair and had sky in their hair but now they're contend to wear stars on their brows there is the programmatic statement: "I come from a time when the burning of trees was a crime," which incidentally more or less from the Lord of the rings (the speech of Tom Bombadil, who no longer appears in the film) is borrowed. Then there is the Bolan quote: "Our lives are merely trees of possibilities". And at the end the tree of death. The T.Rex-Action-Group (TAG) has been looking after the sick tree since 1997. On their side, it is plausible to explain why the tree cannot be blamed for Bolan's death. There are also oddities. For example, that Bolan had probably looked at a picture of Réné Magritte on his tour of France in March 1977 that had the name »16. September «carries. In this picture you can see a tree and behind it a morning moon. The moon in the picture is in the same phase as the moon on the morning of 9/16/77. So everything gets its obscure meaning and corresponds to each other in a deconstructivist manner and in the background the great Tyrannosaurus Rex play "In the light of the magical moon" is playing.
Marc Bolan's last single was called Celebrate summer. When you listen to it again, you're happy that the piece is such a pleasantly relaxed little rock'n'roll number.

PS: Separation of Steve Took and Marc Bolan
One version was like this: on a not so successful US tour in 1970, Steve Took started doing weird things; Undressing and slapping with a belt during the concert. Then I think he also missed the return flight. The excellent percussionist also wanted more of his material to be played. Bolan then didn't want to have anything to do with this weird drug hippie and found Mickey Finn, who looked so much like and accepted to be number 2, to replace him. In Melody Maker on January 8, 1972, Took said:
"I found that people wanted me to be some sort of product," said Took. "I was a flower child, and there’s things that a flower child can’t do. Being a natural born rebel I wanted to do all the things I was not meant to do. That caused a lot of raps with the management, and a lot of raps with Marc. I couldn't get together looking at all those kids, and if I went into a heavy rap Marc would get freaked out. "

The following text is somewhere on the beautiful Steve Took fan page of Fee Mercury Moon, who in turn has a great T.Rex page on the net:

»In Rolling Stone Magazine (dated 16th September 1971) Bolan having been asked about his former partner’s whereabouts, replied: -
›Oh in a gutter somewhere (laughs)‹.

Two weeks later (30th September 1971) Frendz (an English hippie newspaper) printed the following letter:

›Dear Marc,

I have just read a copy of Rolling Stone, and I don’t believe it. There is some really good Afghani around at the moment - I don’t believe that either.
Just thought I'd let you know that there's an awful lot of people in this gutter - it's the nicest one I've been in so far. Still, get it on - bang a gong if it keeps you happy.
Love and peace,
Up da revolushun,
Steve Took.
P.S. Are you really a coke freak? ‹

Of course what Bolan's new ›teenie bop‹ audience failed to grasp at the time was that Bolan had, himself lived in the same ›gutter‹ (Ladbroke Grove) during his Tyrannosaurus Rex years ’. Then it had been good enough for Bolan even if he preferred to forget that phase of his life once stardom arrived. Steve Took’s reply went largely unread by Bolan's ›teenie bop‹ audience who generally neither read or even knew about underground magazines like Frendz preferring the mass produced ›teenie bop‹ magazines of which ›Jackie‹ reigned supreme.

Bolan biographer's, coming as they did largely from the ›teenie bop‹ audience used sources they were aware of, and also sources which fitted the ›image‹ of Bolan they wished to preserve, so Took was dismissed as being in a ›gutter‹ and his letter of reply remained buried. It was reprinted in the # 1 issue of the Pink Fairies Fanzine Kings of Oblivion edited by Paul Cox published as a limited edition run of just one hundred copies in 1976.

The date Rolling Stone was published was 16th September 1971. The date of Tookie’s reply in Frendz was 30th September. At the time there was no significance in September 16th although Tookie’s reply was published on Bolan's twenty-fourth birthday !!! Even when the Kings of Oblivion fanzine was written in 1976 there was no significance to 16th September. But one year later it would become significant - as the day Bolan died. So of the three hundred and sixty five days in a year the "gutter" statement and its reply were published on the dates of Bolan's birth and death. Just a coincidence? Up to you!
Up da revolushun Tookie!
P.S. Yes hey what! (The truth is the truth even if some don’t like it!)

Fairy Mercury Moon
November 2002 «

(Fee Mercury Moon is T.Rex expert and makes a website in honor of Steve Took)

see also: http://members.cox.net/dregenold/marc/marc.html


http://tag.mercurymoon.co.uk/ (my favorite T-Rex site)

and much more


Sunday, 09/16/07

During the day to visit the naturalist. We talked about all sorts of things.

The sixties, the RAF, is indicative of the fact that Aust had called his film something like "the war of the bourgeois children against", but the "key witness" of the film, so to speak, was Boock, who was not a citizen child etc. and that all RAF commemorative reporters (men !) Find Baader stupid, because he had such a blow with women, as they would have said in the 50s and whatever else one is doing right now to talk warmly.

And the 90s, of course, how he'd been to Detroit and met "Mad Mike" and that techno was the only music that blacks and whites had danced to, that he'd seen the same thing in South Africa and that Nancy from Bunker for her book The Ticker Lady then would have been in jail for four years. "Really? I don't think so. "" Yes! "

But that wasn't true. In the Berlin newspaper from 01/15/02 as of:
»In December, Nancy von Bunker completed her training as a Feng Shui consultant. She wants to become self-employed. She doesn't have to go to jail. The lay judge sentenced her to one year and eight months' probation. It gives credit to her for confessing and that the deeds were a long time ago. "She has now completed this chapter of her life," said her defense attorney. There are no more proceedings. Nancy von Bunker still didn't speak and continued to look depressed. As if she can't believe it. "

The fact that there is still no nostalgia for the 90s, although the 90s were so great, speaks for the 90s.

Funnily enough, the naturalist had the issue of the magazine everyday life also there, in which ten years ago I wrote a relentless revelatory text about my quarter at mirror had published. This has to do with the RAF, because afterwards A told me, as B told me, that it would have been a pure RAF text.

But that's not true at all!

But I was happy to see this text again because I no longer have it myself. The booklet had somehow spilled, the hard drive from back then crashed, etc.

I looked straight ahead

and then down. As in "Blow up" by Antonioni.

© All photos: Detlef Kuhlbrodt