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