In 1979, Tom Robinson Band broke up and Tom became
involved in solo projects: he wrote songs with Elton John and toured small
venues, playing mainly gay-themed songs. His concert at the Collegiate Theatre, London, in June 1979 was
recorded. It was released in 1982 as Cabaret 79. It was reissued in 1997 as
Cabaret 79: Glad To Be Gay, with the addition of a few more recent live
recordings. This is the album that will take up our time today.
"So, a bit of history. 1979 was a cusp year for
gay people in the UK: the liberation movement that had started with the
Stonewall Riots in America in 1969 - and Gay Liberation Front in Britain soon
after - had snowballed to the extent that it had built up its own momentum
without having actually achieved any significant reforms. By 1979 our paper,
Gay News, was selling 25,000 copies a fortnight; we were shortly to have our
very own (and wonderful) ITV magazine series, Gay Life; and Greater London Arts
had given £1,000 for a gay arts festival." (from tomrobinson.bandcamp.com:
Peter Scott - Presland).
The album begins with Pub Hassle, a funny music hall
piece written by Barbara Norden, concerning a redneck homophobe trying to pick
up a lesbian in a pub.
Truce is a very touching song: it brings up the
historical truce that occurred, without orders from above, between French and
German soldiers fighting in the trenches of the Great War, in order to
celebrate Xmas 1914 in peace. It then compares it to a hypothetical truce,
between LGBTQI people and homophobes. Here's how it ends:
There's a couple of days when the bashers of gays 
Who oppress, arrest and charge us 
All leave us alone to return back home 
For a truce... 
With our mothers and our fathers 
But the very next day it's back to the fray 
And setting our homes in order 
Bashing Lesbian mothers 
And underage lovers 
Disowning gay sons and daughters 
Well it's quaint to pretend 
We could all live as friends 
With the Christmas angels calling 
But the dream turns sour 
In a matter of hours 
And they make it all up in the morning
or
There is a slightly different version of Glad To Be Gay
in the 1982 LP, updating some of the song's facts. Then, in the 1997 CD reissue
there is this version, along with an even newer one, called Glad To Be Gay '97.
In the latter he touches on the heat that he received from the gay purists,
when he married a woman, even though he was perfectly clear in his interviews:
"I won't even call myself bisexual: I'm a gay man who happens to be in
love with a woman."
Also on the CD version is a newer song concerning the
AIDS plague, Last Rites by Carlton Edwards, performed in 1987 at Glasgow
University. Its conclusion:
Man could not have been created without flaws 
Sure we expected to lose a few wars 
Yes I know that I'm crying 
Well I'm shit scared of dying 
When we ourselves opened the door 
And yes I really mind the pain 
My strength for loneliness is getting lower 
It may never rain - for personally 
The search seems to be... 
Getting slower.
There were also two interesting cover versions in
Cabaret 79: a song by Canadian Lewis Furey (who will be introduced the day
after tomorrow). It's a sort of gay version of Dylan's Just Like A Woman. Sort
of... Here's the last verse and chorus:
Twenty lovers in a week 
You can get 'em 
Sure you can 
There's lot's of geeks 
And every mother one of them 
Wants to get lucky 
Or maybe you need 
More than one man 
Probably a legion 
Every one a fan 
I'm trying to find it in me 
To hope you're happy 
So when you go 
I feel you oughta know 
You're closing a door 
Behind you 
And when we meet again 
Promise not to pretend 
We lost anything 
Of value
Then, there's the reappropriation of Noel Coward's Mad
About The Boy. Ever since Dinah Washington's excellent and very successful version,
the song had been given the heterosexual stamp of approval. But Noel Coward (if
you don't know who he is, do look him up), was as gay as they come and the song
is too. Tom camps it up and the end result is outrageously entertaining. Here
are the last verses and chorus:
Mad about the boy 
I know it's stupid but I'm 
Mad about the boy 
He has a gay appeal that makes me feel 
There may be something 
Sad about the boy 
Walking down the street 
His eyes look out at me 
From people that I meet 
I know that quite sincerely 
Housman really wrote 
"The Shropshire Lad" about the boy 
I'm hardly sentimental 
Love isn't so sublime 
I have to pay my rental 
And I can't afford to waste much time 
How I should enjoy - 
For him to treat me 
As a plaything or a toy 
I'd give my all to him 
And crawl to him 
So help me God I'm 
Mad about the boy




