Bit parts and postPunk...
Rowland S. Howard
1959 - 2009
I'd spent the day recommending everyone at work join me at the Northcote Social Club to catch Rowland S. Howard's show. I'd gathered together a small party of interested spectators together to share what I had anticipated would be a night to remember. By the time the day was out, someone known only as Lettuce Girl interrupted a conversation regarding evening's gig.
'It has been cancelled,' she said plainly.
I had to clarify that she was talking about the same thing, since she hadn't been invited into the conversation, but after he announced his long-suspected illness a few weeks earlier, and an already legendary, but all-too-brief gig, it seemed likely(if unfortunate.)
It made me think back to when I'd first met Rowland. At the time, I didn't know that he was anybody. We were both playing bit-parts in what became known as a horror flop, but a film I still maintain is entertaining. Whilst watching the film in slow-motion years later to make the most of my fleeting screentime, my brother pointed out some other familiar faces.
'That's Rowland S. Howard!' He said, ignoring me on screen, out of focus and waving a black rose. 'And Hugo Race!'
'Who?' I responded. Of course, now I know that they are sometimes Bad Seeds, and Rowland in particular had a spectacular year up until today, with his latest solo album Pop Crimes
being the talk of the town. I heard it was really good live too.