Just Who is The Comedy Mod ?

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Like many, idling away on Facebook which is the adult equivalent of staring out of the classroom window at a cat in the playground, I am partial to doing the quizzes for fun; ‘
What is your Native American Name?’ = Woman of the Lager Pump ‘What were you in a Past Life?’ yayy I got Cleopatra ....’s Dung Beetle Wrangler, oh. My timefeed one day filling with the results my real and virtual friends posted of “How Mod are You?’ and their outrage at the questions and outcome. I apparently am a ‘Bit of a Mod’ . I think I did answer that I liked The Jam, which ironically wasn’t ever seen as a Mod thing in my day. People across genres and tribes, loved the Jam, their music, lyrics and urgency, but at the time the fascination with rare blues, early sixties, garage and soul seemed to be what we were focussing on, the distance being clearly marked between parkas, targets and the aspiration to talk like Jimmy and dress like Sting. The quiz poo-poo’d my credentials, I didn’t say I took speed, beat up rockers or wore a parka all the burning questions that would have confirmed my credibility. The responses of my peers from the days of tailoring and travelling were veering between amusement and outrage. Those, who outside of the club nights, blinking in the daylight, shared much time back in the day clutching lengths of carefully chosen material on the tube to take to Charlie the tailor in his upstairs room. This was to be turned into a fine stepped hem trouser or fan pleated skirt, in time for a weekender of stylists and hipsters B.B (before beards). How Mod are you could still be a sensitive subject for some, partly because they were now getting lectures about the Modfather.

Popping back over to see a discussion had erupted on another friends status about the ‘Comedy Mod’ I felt like the one who was left out of the party. I hadn’t known of this, and disappointed that all these years there had been a group of hilarious Mods like jolly boulevardiers. Maybe it was a secret thing like the illuminati, like fight club and they weren’t allowed to be giving out jokes to the uninitiated. I missed out on alot in those days but nothing brought so much crushing regret as to think I missed the Comedy Mod and their great gags, propping up the bar with erudite wit, all in earshot in stitches and all the while I was probably sliding down the other end of the bar missing it all. My hopes were dashed when I saw it was all about clothes. What they wear, what they don’t wear, and I realised. I really couldn’t give a shit. I’m 49.



See, here’s the thing; I like that friends from the old days who I see evolving taking their old days sensibilities to make a more philosophical approach to life than how many buttons, if there is a star on a jumper or whether someone has more right to be at a gig than another are still here, doing their thing now. I must admit I am more interested in hearing about their attitude to society, it’s marginalised and their hope for it than what they think about a pair of trousers. It’s a completely different thing because we are older. If you have to dress in a code to be someone at the age of 50 it’s probably a good time to crack open a mid life crisis and go full Ronnie Wood all over the shop. The fact that there are new bands, new authors new breeds that can be dug should be celebrated not shovelled over. There’s a bleeding between scenes and genres, the political and the landscape of where we live now. To have the energy of a youth with a positive vision of a positive equal society and an anger to make that change through culture is the thing that age can’t take away from us, whether we wear a kagoule and flip flops (ok, no, please) or something with an exquisitely stitched inside leg seam that chafes like a lightly feathered boa on an trembling inner thigh. Give in to the cynicism of being ‘more worthy’ because you know more of an artist’s back catalogue and can quote stats and fashions shuts down creativity and is a futile elitism that has new bands, new writers and new creatives left outside a closed shop. Come 5o’clock and time to play the hero,you decide to open your shop and let them in piecemeal. You’ll find they’ve gone, set up their own thing and you are left with a vestige of the cult of reminiscence. Which is fine, but don’t judge, pontificate or set rules. If you feel more worthy to be at a gig, the band may not share your opinion of your superiority and then where is your identity and whose tribe are you in? Make it human with a nod to the like minded who move to the same groove.
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