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"John. I hope you dont mind me groveling, but it’s really something I feel I must do with you? YOU JUST DONT SEEM TO GET IT? I'm not trying to inflate my ego, nor am I looking for free publicity or a profit making cause or being a greedy one no, no, no. Since I had a mini-stroke in June this year I have been trying to get my message out to those unknowing friends and your radio listeners about my cause..

TO STOP XINGU FLOODING

AND CONSEQUENTLY TO PUT A HALT TO WHAT WILL BE THE

GREATEST ECOLOGICAL CRIME OF ALL TIME.

 

The Belo Monte Dam project which we’ve temporarily got a halt on, will destroy thousands.. no hundreds of thousands of lives. For this dam is only the first of 60 more such hydroelectric dams planned to destroy the Amazons green fauna basin. You were informed by me of this impending disaster way back months ago. You told me to wait for our radio interview! Hey.. I know Rome wasn’t built in a day, but surely five months waiting, for someone like me who only wants to help all our unborn and our own planetary vessel Earth.

 

WHY DO YOU JUST KEEP ME HANGING ON?

I MUST RETURN TO BRASIL ANY MOMENT I’M CALLED AGAIN.. TO FIGHT WITH MY FREINDS WHOM I HAVE ALLREADY ADVISED THAT I WILL FIRSTLY TALK ON BRITISH RADIO BEFORE RETURNING TO DO TV AND RADIO INTERVIEWS ALL OVER BRASIL

 

I am urgently pleading with you as a fellow northerner so called civilised human being. LET’S DO IT NEW YEARS EVE."

'Captain' Clive Kelly: January 2012  

 

         

 

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Dear Bill Hart  - Lanky Beat Magazine

 

My story is the story of the road taken by a war-baby into all life's adventures, away from the mind games of the straight brainwashed grokles of nowheremansland. 

 

 I now realise that more ink must be used to tell my varied adventurous, fights and achievements, but my gut feeling - and of course my ever present jungle spirits gained I may add  - I insist that I continue to instigate you to publish to extreme maximum.

 

  My ex partner Allan Williams my good friend Brian Epstein - the man that trusted me to look after him, and confided in me truths that no other person knows - yet - until I tell all in my forthcoming book KELLYSEYE. Both told me the same thing - 'NEVER EVER GIVE UP WITH THE PRESS'. All those little different stories I have sent to you over these past few weeks must be aired now - whilst the iron is hot and I am able.

 

  Your LANKY BEAT website is the roadmap to opening up many closed minds. Xingu, Brazil is the world’s last true paradise and home to those people we could only dream about as children in our hopeful search-dreams. It is truly the land of milk and honey where the beautiful girls are pretty in their naturalness and unrestricted by fashionable clothes and high heel shoes where they are happy to be able to feel mother earths soil between their still agile toes.

 

  We can reach out and request to all readers to the joining my new causes - STOP XINGU FLOODINGS and to get public opinion on my side to persuade The Rolling Stones to play the gig they owe me at the forthcoming Brazilian Festival - SOS: MUSIC IN EXTINCTION. The festival will highlight the association with the 'Gathering of the Tribes' for the Amerindians Land rights and their right to live peacefully in dry un-flooded Xingu lands.

Clive Kelly: May 2011

 

 

 

Clive Kelly

The 'youngest' club-owner-cum-promotor of Rhythm & Blues in the Lankyland sixties era. 

 

"BILL HARRY TOLD ME A FEW MONTHS AGO THAT RAY MACFALL - THE LIVERPOOL CAVERN OWNER - ONCE SAID THAT THE LUNCHTIME SESSIONS WERE COPIED FROM THE CATACOMBS LUNCHTIME SESSIONS IN PRESTON."

Clive Kelly: March 2011

 

 

 Clive, Jacyara and pooch 

in full Brazilian Regalia. 

Bonaire Reporter

 

Look out later this year for

Clive's life story in his new book..

KELLY'S EYE

 

If you too remember The Catacombs Club aka: The Preston Cavern

or the CubiKlub of Rochdale - the rhythm & blues centre of the north

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Hi Bill

 

"Interesting article from Clive [Cliff] Kelly, what an amazing life.  

I knew him in the early 1960’s, and used to go to his ‘Cat’ cellar

club in Derby Road, Preston, and the CubiKlub in Conway Street,

Birkenhead. I also knew his club associate - and Preston ‘POP’

Promoter – Paddy Jones. What a small world!"

 

Cheers.

Robb Shenton: April 2011

Click-above for Robb's LANKY BEAT profile.

 

Clive Kelly in 1999

'Captain'

CLIVE KELLY

 

AN INTRODUCTION

 

 

"Having once read the book Papillon by Henri Charrière I promptly read it over again.. and then once more, and then, once again. Shortly after, a film of the same name saw Steve McQueen playing the leading role of the Frenchman Charrière being interned to DevilsIsland for an alleged homicide he swears he did not commit. The Papillon story, to this day, is still surrounded in myth and mystique. The author of this autobiography was fiercely challenged for using whatmight be called a 'loose literary licence' of his recordings of some events he is purported to have experienced? But I say.. so what? It was a ripping good read.

 

  So firstly I am hoping this introduction will I bring you around to my initial thought patterns and first impressions of Clive by relating the Papillon story to the forthcoming subject matter of this latest and fascinating new Lanky Beat feature. 

 

  Unclear and unformed were my primary thoughts after making first contact with Clive through Facebook. His many postings of anecdotes and pictures were strikingly juxtaposed. They were intriguingly sublime and hairy-scary at one and the same time - but its timed exposure worked a simple little party-trick on me; Now I am hooked. By drawing-in my immediate attention to his amazing material he value-added to the magnetic appeal of an adventurous man and his unfolding - and as yet - a largely untold and most extraordinary life story. 

 

  I make no apologies to the obvious parallels of Charrière's book to that of Clive Kelly's own real life story. With his down to earth, warts-and-all approach to tale telling, what you'll find here is sometimes raw, rude and often downright outrageous. But apposite to all of that is a down-to-earth caring humanitarian who lives each day to the full. And that's what real life is all about.. innit?  

 

  Clive lives life from the heart, as it will be confirmed in the next few months from within these pages. That the first of three extracts of his forthcoming and unquestionably 'true' book have been offered to Lanky Beat is a truly honourable award for us indeed. There is much in this for me to personally cherish and revere.Thank you Clive, I only hope I can do your story extracts the true Lanky Beat justice, it most thoroughly deserves."

Bill Hart: April 2011

 

 

Part 1 of 3

Starting off..

 

Clive Kelly in Australia: 1957

 

"I was brought up in the North of England in and around Manchester. As a child I went to nine different schools, being expelled from the last two. I could not accept the stupidity of the teachers; consequently I used to amuse myself by making jokes out of most of what they said. In those days I was a rebel but with no apparent cause. Now I realise why but I will tell you about that later.

 

  I remember I was the very first boy in our school to use jeans and a flowered shirt. We had no fixed uniform being a working class secondary school. On arrival at the school gates, I was ordered home for being 'improperly dressed'. I asked why and the Headteacher said 'I was dressed for work not for school.' I tried to explain to him that in the USA, this was an acceptable form of dress for school, but to no avail. Consequently I spent the next week sitting outside the school, never changing my clothes. Eventually I was told never to return to that school again.

 

Foot Soldiers

 

Nobody has yet written much about us.. the foot soldiers of rock 'n roll.

 

  The promoters, agents, managers call us what you will. We are the front line who had to clear the way for the musicians to safely ply their musical trade. This was not always possible to achieve night after night, as most of the venues I opened in the 1960's were situated in rough, run-down, often violent low-income areas. That's where rents are cheap, plentiful and available and where my clubs thrived in such vacant buildings and closed-down empty spaces. Fights broke out at least once a week and sometimes more, and the violence of it all still sticks in my mind.

 

 

  I first started to learn my trade on the door of the famous Jacaranda Club - where it all started - in Liverpool which was then owned by Allan Williams - the first Beatles manager. Whereafter Allan took me to Hamburg, Germany where many Liverpool bands of his played. On these visits he was often in need of protection from local baddy's and so too from an angry John Lennon; so I was his security guard.

 

 

 

 

Club Secretary Maureen Spinks was Rory Storms former girlfriend - and mine, says Clive

 

 

The Catacombs Club - The Preston Cavern

 

If not for the frozen white snow I would never have spotted that square hole in the ground. On closer inspection I found it to be a flooded, seven-arched cellar, before, it was used as a potato store place. Once the cellar was stabling for Lord Derby out of his nearby mansion. Three months later the seven arches had been pumped-out and I had created The Catacombs Cellar Club in Derby Street, or as it was to become better known - The Preston Cavern.

      

For the name 'Cliff'.. read Clive.                    The Big Three from Liverpool

 

A Mersey Beat newpaper with a small mistake.. but no mistaking Clive's

driven ambitions though!

 

 

On he went to open other clubs including

The Bluesville in Wigan, The Witches Cauldron Club in Wallasey,

The Pondersa in Bolton and the CubiKlub in Rochdale.

 

 

  Knowing Allan Williams very well, he was mentor and adviser to my onwards route to successful club management. 'Befriend all the local prostitutes in their hang-out pubs and buy them drinks', he would say. 'They in turn will advise you of known undesirables and of whom to let, and not to let, into your club. Then you can tell these ladies that your club has been opened exclusively for likes of students and nurses.'

 

  On The Catacombs opening night I booked Screaming Lord Sutch & The Savages and to publicise his appearance, he turned up that same day early in the morning. We went out on the streets and made our way into Woolworths Store. Inside, Sutch took off his trousers and put on a pair of ladies knickers - a dreadful sex-crime in those days. The police were called and we were duly arrested. Within hours, the word of this outrageous offence had spread all over Preston. Of course, the police let us go with caution and consequently The Catacombs Club started off its new life with a bang.

 

 The Big Three from Liverpool opened up the show and now it was musical sounds and not water which was filling the newly opened-up cellar. The club was done out like a witches cave, hence the name. Also, Rory Storm and Ringo not only played the opening night they also helped decorate the place with chicken wire covered in paper mache with a hint of cement in the mix to give a harder feeling to those cavernous, uneven stone-like walls. Lord Sutch & The Savages followed on a little later. On many later occasions regular band Bob Johnson & The Bobcats played for me most often at the new Cats.

 

Clive with Little Eva - Locomotion.

 

 The Catacombs All Steel Band

  Before I opened the The 'Cats' Club I was learning my new trade as a club owner at Allan Williams's Jacaranda Coffee Club in Liverpool. That's where first experienced the rhythmic maracatated sounds of the all-steel-band which played nightly. The band consisted of five dark skinned, West Indian guys, but it was their instruments which amazed me. They were simple old oil drums cut into various lengths, and with the tops of each drum chiselled and hammered into different notes which resembled the petals of flowers. Their drum sticks were 18" inch long pieces of thin bamboo, the same thickness as the thin end of a fishing rod. On the ends they had wrapped rubber elastic bands, so that the stick would ping and bounce to the calypso beat. The two full drum bass pans had two tennis balls attached to their sticks. The single lead pan however, had a five inch high cut-off and had twentytwo higher pitched notes, whilst - I played the two bass pans at times when a band member was absent and I wasn't needed to protect the door from drunken violent invaders. The other pans were cello-pan and half-pan. All played together with bongos and maracas they created a distinct dance beat of its very own. The Catacombs members - usually about 300 beatniks - swayed to the hypnotic rhythm rather like a snake to charmers lilting tune.  Thus The Catacombs dance became known as 'snake hips'.

 

  My new dark skinned Liverpudlian friend named 'Woody' - known as such because of the habit that eventually killed him. Chain smoking those cheap Woodbine cigarettes  - which were very popular in the 1960s - Woody often came over to Preston from the Liverpool to teach us how to make the old discarded oil drums into wonderful instruments of music. 

Together we visited Preston docks to collect our oil drums booty, then in the Derby Yard, we built our bonfire, enabling us to heat up the five drums, cut, and then tune them. Tuning required me to buy an old stand-up piano which we used to copy our notes - whereupon we chiselled away into the red hot barrel tops for many hours. Now with instruments at the ready, all I needed were competant players. I put an advert in The Preston Post to attract musically inclined, dark-skinned Caribbean’s. However, I was just not prepared for the numerous and varied 'Island' men that showed up that night for rehearsals. I selected my new Catacombs All Steel Band line-up and Woody taught them all the secrets and rhythms of the precursory sound to Reggae music and the authentic Calypso sound. 

 

  The opening night of the 'Cats' was such a great success, so much so, that I made back my full investment in the one night. That is, including all the 300 membership fees and the coffee and cola sales. Now you can see why I opened up four other new clubs so fast back then - and I was still only twenty years old.

 

 

Bob on the left Fifty years on..

 Bob Johnson & The Bobcats at their final gig.

 

  Reggie Childs was my driver and Catacombs Club doorman. Once, a local hard-case skinhead idiot stuck a Lugar pistol into Reggies belly at the 'Cats' door and said, 'you're dead unless you give me all the cash!' He coolly replied, 'if you got the guts - which I doubt, then pull the bloody trigger!' The thug didn't. However, he did-in the Indian Kismet Restaurant next door where he shot at the owner and left bullets lodged in the wall above the stairs. The owner fell down the stairs in an almighty hurry as the nutter fired. He missed. As for Reggie however, he unfortunately died from severe head injuries when he crashed his motorcycle in The Isle Of Mann TT races.

 

  In my Bolton club The Ponderosa, it was Ringo Starr who saved my life when a gun wielding yob was shooting off his Lugar pistol whilst sitting on my back.. But more on that in my book - out later this year.

 

Note: It was a fact that in the 1960's there was still a lot of German Lugar 9mm pistols in the hands of ex-soldiers who kept them as trophies after WW2.

 

 From here I started the lunch-time sessions at The Cats. They proved to be a big success from the off. Such was the good word about it; the then Liverpool Cavern Club manager Ray McFall apparently copied the idea from me - that is according Bill Harry who in turn told me so. Thus it came to pass that Brian Epstein discovered The Beatles at a Cavern lunchtime session soon after.

 

The CubiKlub - Birkenhead

 

  A big 'C' for Clive and a big 'K' for Kelly made up letters in the name CubiKlub and 'Blood Corner' was the nick-name of the street corner in which it was built. Situated close to the local ship building yards, young men from the area were regularly, and now and then, in and out of suitable work. Some were extremely belligerent. They roamed the streets of Birkenhead in gangs numbering hundred's looking for innocent ships crew-members on shore leave to mug, beat-up and rob.

 

  The blocks of flats the gangs lived in were known locally by Police as Bullrings. These domiciles were capable of housing many hundred families, and when the warring gangs were chased by the Police or fire brigade wagon's the gangs ran into the four storey high round housing-blocks. Once inside there, wives, fathers and even younger brothers or sisters were immediately on standby-alert to throw missiles down onto the chasing mob.  Stinky-full-refuse-dustbins, gerry pots, bleach bottles - in fact anything that could be used as a weapon of hurt was hurled at them. 

 

  Oftentimes during an attack on my CubiKlub, I would be forced to call the police, who would in turn call up the local fire brigade to come swiftly to our aid. They arrived with high pressure hoses squirting at them all and thus knocking the fighting gangs flying. All that was before the police then took over. They just truncheoned all those that were still left in the area. Later, the police informed me that one of my club waitresses had been knifed on her way back to the Mersey Tunnel entrance on her late night way back home. They quietly advised me to issue my members with batons to protect themselve's and hit-out at would be attacker's, so I made three hundred of the things, and then distributed them to my exiting members. Unfortunately they ended up in hospital too, so the police gave me a few further instructions. 'Catch as many of the yobs as you can, beat them up, then just throw them in the door of the Birkenhead Police Station to be locked away for a short while.' But they stressed that this would only be possible if the cells were not already full with the parents of the Bullring gangs!

 

 

The CubiKlub Rochdale - The Blues Center of the North

 

 

Preston group David John & The Mood were booked into Peter Stringfellow's London Club by Clive.

 

  A rather disappointing non-event happened at my latest venue - The CubiKlub in Rochdale. I booked a one night appearance by The Rolling Stones. This was in 1964 and the Stones were just making it big. I paid £350 in advance and the band signed a contract to appear as stated above. Mick Jagger and Brian Jones arrived and waited patiently with me in my office, but the other three didn't make it. Mick sincerely promised me he would return to pay the band's debt, but meanwhile, I had to return all the money back to the advanced ticket holders who were denied their famous night with these eventual R&B legends. This non-event made big-news headlines with me being now infamously known as the youngest rhythm & blues promoter in the UK at the tender age of nineteen - but broke.  

 

 ‘My Boy Lollipop’ - Millie Small with Clive.

At least one popular No1 hit maker made it to one of Clive’s clubs.

 

 

Clive making up his huge debt by taking pics of passers-bye in London's Piccadilly Circus. 

He hurriedly left the north of England behind after his no-show of

The Rolling Stones at The CubiKlub - Rochdale's 'Cavern'.

 

 

A Brian Epstein 'Beatles' business card.

 

  Brian gave this to me when he and Cavern Club DJ Bob Wooler stayed over at my house where I was invited to be his secret security after he had been attacked and left for dead. On the back of the card it his message was: Meet me at 7pm. It was sold by me for £450 at Bonham's, London auction's in 2010.

 

  Now I was broke so I headed south. The Stones non-appearance became the non-CubiKlub gig that sent me scurrying off to London to later find work firstly as a street photographer and then on to experience many new adventures as Brian Epstein's secret security man and personal friend. Often I went with him on many of his nightly excursions in and around the capital, but more about that in my forthcoming book - Kelly's Eye..

Clive Kelly: April 2011

 

Part 2 - Next Month - May 2011

 

 

London's Market Stalls

The South American Adventures.

The Plight of the Amerindians.

 

 

PART TWO

OF THREE

 

The South American Adventures.

 

  Clive Kelly

 

 

"I have proudly known Clive Kelly for more than forty years. It was he who introduced me to Eric Clapton who taught me to ‘bend’ a guitar string when I was just seventeen in the Catacombs club.  

 

  Clive recognised the dangers of global warming more than two decades ago and he was soon to be an ambassador and pioneer campaigner protecting the ‘world’ from destructive selves. So too, he has devoted his adult life to not only the protection and plight of the South American Indians but to the ecological devastation caused by man's ignorance and wanton greed. There is no one more qualified or rightful to talk, demonstrate and educate the modern world on issues that are essential to the future survival of this planet or on the history, way of life and culture."

Cllr. Tony Williams, Blackpool. 2010

 Cllr. Tony Williams, Blackpool. 2010

 

Clive Kelly

 

"I hired the Preston baths. The council agreed to board-over the pool for the event. The Council Hall would not allow the now forbidden rock ’n roll nights to happen because they were still in shock from the riots which were incited by youngsters at Bill Haley & The Comets UK concerts elsewhere in the country.  At that particular epoch in time Chubby Checker and the Twist was the driving force in pop music as was the new sensational dance craze.

 

  We regularly held talent nights - or as they might well now call them - Karaoke nights - at the ‘Cats’. As a consequence, I’d found a dark skinned singer that really did know how to sing the Chubby Checker twist song. His name by law was Peter Checker and to top that, he had a beer belly! Peter was to top the bill at mine and Allan Williams new promotion at the newly named Queens Hall in Preston. Allen sent along The King Twisters, Derry Wilkie, Freddy Star featuring The Seniors and David John & The Mood finished off the bill. On the night of the show Freddy Starr arrived on the train from Liverpool with his bare bum sticking out of the open carriage window with - as he later told me - a good Cuban cigar stuck between the cheeks. This of course created havocking gossip and it was meant to. We had a sell-out success and later that night after the show we all ended up back at home - the then inner sanctum – The Catacombs Club.

 

Radio Caroline

  On Blackpool promanade is Rod Roberts and myself on the left with our Amercan car.

Written on its side is 'Fab Davy Morgan - Folk Singer'.  

 

  We made an ad' for Radio Caroline with Davy in the early days before the general public knew about the pirate ship. Folk singer Donovan sent Davy to me to manage and promote him. I got him a recording contract with Joe Meek and he sang a song called 'I've Seen Everything Boy' which was quite successful. I also booked Davy to be at the Palace as the Wondering Minstral at the anniversary of the Thames riverside signing of The Magna Carta.

 

Below: Rod Roberts writes to Lanky Beat.

 

Cameras

 

  

 Smudged for £1 a time..

Clive Kelly's Wooden Camera in Piccadilly Circus, London.

 

  However, with many great memories such as these, flat broke from my Rolling Stones debacle and with very little cash, I headed for London to seek my fortune. Amongst my many other enterprises, I was the first old camera collector in the UK. No one else seemed to be interested in cranking those wooden Charlie Chaplin film camera’s anymore. So buying them for 50 pence each, I sold them at Christies Auctions for £3000. a go.

 

  Peter and I drove around to the seaside piers with buying them all as I had discovered that the UK’s holiday resorts pier owners had bought up all the old Moy & Bastie Wind-Up Movie Camera’s which were previously used by cinemas - as they would shoot their very own newsreels in the days before we all had TV sets. Cinemas were the only public access to filmed news in those days but soon they were replaced by ‘modern’ single reflex hand-held cameras. Having stocked around fifty or so of the Moy & Bastie’s, these cameras only needed winding by one revolution to take a photo. I personally used one to smudge the punters in Piccadilly Circus at £1 a time. Shortly before all this I used these camera's in fashionable shop window displays as another way of earning a living - as a window dressing designer.

 

Clive with Allan Williams in Camden Market London.

 

Carnaby Street

 

I was an original if not the original Carnaby Street trader. It was our actions as traders at communicative street level which made Carnaby Street happen and become world famous. I sold my own hand made floral ties to the Carnaby shops and the Duchess of Carnaby bought all my disabled home workers goods that I could amply supply. I also sold on to many shops on the Kings Road. Mary Quant came along and then copied my skimpy floral mini-skirts and shorts – then she said it was she that started it all off.

 

  A new documentary film is about to made by Robert Orbach about these London happenings. In it, he apparently intends to omit to recall the origin of ‘Flower Power’ of which it was I who invented these colourful words. Then my words were then taken by the media of the day to describe an incredible new world-wide phenomenon. Are we, the original street traders to written out of what really happened? Yes, we were illegal traders, but just because we didn’t pay rents and taxes the truth should not be withheld. The facts are that we were fined by the courts on almost a daily basis for ‘obstructing the public pathway’. In reality, I paid much more rent to the government than the shop owners did!

 

 

Allan Williams helps me in selling my Beatles curtain materials

after he had helped himself to a small piece..  

 

 Thereafter I hit the market stalls of London and elsewhere. This is where I met Neride. She was once Terence Stamps girlfriend. A *taxi dancer that found me on Kings Road, where I was sitting making hippy jewellery and artefacts and openly street trading them in front of The Feathers Night Club. She liked the horseshoe nail jewellery so much that she wanted to import me and my hippyness-ideas into her life. So she bought all my stock for cash and invited me to her hotel before going off with over £500 worth of horseshoe nail jewellery.

 

Lords of the Rings?

 

 

    Clive and Ken McGuire                  Clive and Charlie Garcia

 

 

  I bought 89,000 thousand puzzle rings in Turkey and then secretly boarded them up into the floor of my caravan. As we passed through the various countries en-route back to UK with the contraband we had to drive through many different countries customs check points. The officer then asked my partners Ken Maguire and Charlie Garcia if we had anything to declare whilst another officer would slide open the Volkwagon Combi door to show me sitting there with a pair of pliers in hand. I twisted the horseshoe nails into creative pieces of jewellry as they watched. I then handed them a pendant each and I would say, 'Hey, I made this here and now. It is in no-mans-land. So, it is for you.' They would humbly accept the gifts from us and so to accept the other fact that we were 'artistes' enroute for the UK. That way they let us go through all the check points with our hidden treasures.

 

 South America

 

Brazil 1974.

 

Neride with my mummy Connie and baby son Mega Om Raincloud Kelly.

Connie had many friends including Cilla Black. Cilla helped my mum at the CubiKlub Birkenhead and Brian Epstien requested that I be her personal manager for him..

  

  Later on, when I was working the streets in St Elmo Handicraft Park in Las Palmas, 

Neride returned - but this time she brought a ticket for me to return to Brazil with her. I immediately opened two thousand of the Turkish four-piece puzzle rings of which I'd smuggled into the UK and stiched them to my travelling clothes in Vee-style designs. They would jingle-jangle as I moved and sang. 

 

  We arrived in Rio and we passed through Brazilian customs. As we went through I deliberately laughed and they let me pass bye them unchallenged with my precious booty visable for all to see.  They said, 'metal man going to Brazils Rio de Janeiro Carnival!' Whereupon, my illegal imports earned me $20,000 in week on Rio's beach at $10 a ring. At 300% import duty my goods sold very well. This is where I got enough money together to open my first shop The Feedom Boutique.

 

Arriving in Sao Paulo, Brazil I opened the

very first headshop The Freedom Boutique. 

Above the shop I designed, decorated and painted this mural.

I went on to become well known as 'Mr Feedom of Brazil'.

 

  I sold everything: Posters, Moroccan clothes, carpets, bags, belts, brassware etc. I manufactured all the things I had taken with me to sell them as imported styles etc. At that same time Amazon Indians contacted me because they had heard of this strange guy - me - selling African Canga’s. In fact I only used a Canga as my daily wear, even to go out at night to the many girlie clubs. I then set up the Canga fashion style in South America then I opened a Canga printery. Soon I was supplying two hundred such boutiques all over Brazil. With the money I was enabled to think seriously about the plight of the Amerindians massacres and showing the world at large the genocide going on in Brazil especially the facts that the Brazilian government was using Xingu National Park as a jungle warfare training ground. They were doing this with reckless regard of the dangers to the Amerindians peoples or that Orlando Villas Boas had promised them a safe haven to live their lives in peace at one with mother Earth.

 

Amerindian Crafts Shop in Rosario, Argentina.

 

 

  The cousin of Cheif Raoni was sent to find and contact me. He came to tell me of their SOS story by him illegally leaving Xingu - the Government's Amerindians Reserve. This nineteen year old boy told me of massacres, rivers being poisoned, machine gunning whole tribes so that they - the frontiers farmers - gold and diamond miners  - could clear these unwanted jungle dwellers from their future farm sites.

 

Chief Raoni and Clive Kelly

 

  I gave up my commercial future in Brazil to in order to attempt to divulge these attrocities and genocides to an unknowing world. I went back with him where I illegally entered the Xingu Reserve to meet Chief Roani himself. We made a ninty minute film called 'Indians' - again illegal - to spead the truth of the military governments injustice. Whilst returning with the intended evidence from the reserve, the police waited until we were relaxing in our hotel rooms and kicked the door down in an attempt the sieze a copy of the film. Fortunately I had foresight to send the film ahead with my gypsy traveller friends caravan.. The documentary film was shown to the governments of the world including a broadcast in the UK by the BBC. 

 

  

  Then we made another film called ‘Raoni’ avec Clive Kelly - featuring amongst other things - myself in the Txucaramae Village teaching the tribes people how to make horseshoe nail jewellery, chains and pendants. This was an Oscar nominated film and was shown at Cannes Film Festival. The sound track music was composed by Lemmy of Motorhead... he was a member of The Pink Fairies at the time. This was my first early-day foray into the world of championing a major eco-warrior cause and it still consumes me to this very day.

 

2010

Myself in full ceremonial tribal headress with Nick Grim of

Nick Unlimited ex of Rev' Black & The Rocking Vicars

in California. He helped me with the filming in Bazil. 

 

 

Clive gets his 'Seacide' Organisation underway with this special feature in the The Vincentian - the National Newspaper of St Vincent & The Genadines Caribbean Islands.

 

Clive raises the profile of his cause in La Razon Newspaper.

Razon is Spanish for 'Reason'

 

  In getting The Rolling Stones to honour their cancelled gig in my Rochdale CubiKlub in the 1960's, I've had this foremost in mind for many years.. For the Stones to play a 

major fund raising concert and bring world wide awareness of the plight of the native Amerindians tribes and the Amazonian forests wanton destruction is my goal. I will follow them around theworld, trying as I do - and will continue to do until I die - to get them 

to honour their words to me. Mick Jagger looked me in the eye - eye to eye - no lie - and as he shook my hand he personally promised he would be back to honour his words and to do the gig he owes me and my club members.

 

  It is now that the Brazilian government plans to flood the Xingu lands - an area the size of Florida - the Brazilian Amazon Indians last link to life as they know it. I request here and now and urge all the readers of this Lanky Beat story to please help me stop the 

Xingu flooding. By 'advising' The Rolling Stones to perform the show they owe me, in Brazil, they will draw more attention to the Brazilian government's planned ecological crime of damming the River Xingu. 

 

  SOS: Music In Extinction.

 

  The show will be called SOS Music In Extinction. The gathering of the tribes, will be in Brazil, Chief Raoni has allready agreed to sing his peoples songs. Stevie Winwood and Lemmy with Motorhead have all ready confirmed their intended presence at the festival, and so too the many other Xingu tribes, who are going to perform their songs and dances. In addition, the north American Chief Red Crow has agreed to bring his musicians to play, plus many other world-wide artistes have also agreed. All I need now is for The Rolling Stones to make the show - all paid for in advance. My quest goes on.."

 

"Mother Earth's rivers are like veins in our bodies running to the heart of our oceans. We are poisoning ourselves by polluting the life forces of the jungle forests of our planet." 

 

 

Third Part 

Next Month

June 2011

 

 

The Stall Holderl, Seacide, Sting and my world 'Eco-Cruise' aboard the 'Survival' - 

oh! - and Skiffle.

 

 

 

 

Clive Kelly: April 2011

*Neride was a real Taxidancer, which means she danced with the person who previously bought a ticket from the kiosk at the Taxidancer Parlour in Brazil. A way of legalising prostitution.

 

 

"PLEASE JOIN MY CAUSE NOW.. 

IT'S SO BLOODY URGENT.. IT COULD HAPPEN SOON.."

The cause now has 35 members.
Their mission:
TO BRING AWARENESS TO THE XINGU DAM PROJECT

 

 

"On ocean waters I sailed for forty years or more; 24 hours a day.

Feeling and seeing the sea. I see what other's don't see."

                                         Clive Kelly: June 2011                                   

 

 

PART 3

Skiffle - Stall Holder - 'Survival' - Seacide - Sting - Sorrow & Sadness.

 

Me and my dog Kelly's Eye..

..after whom my book is named.

 

MEGA OM RAINCLOUD KELLY, LIVERPOOL 2010-01-07
 

 "Captain Clive Kelly is my dad. I’m named after Chief Raoni's cousin. The Megarons tribe live under the Amazon River in bankholes – Clive knows of them as Raoni took him to the Megarons territory during the making of Clive’s film called ‘Raoni’. The film was nominated for an Oscar, was narrated by Marlon Brando and tells the story of my dad as a captured invader when he was once living with the Indian tribe"

 

 

 

 

SKIFFLE..

At thirteen years old I opened my first cellar beat club. Yes, at 13 years of age!  I decided to convert our Manchester boarding house cellar into a skiffle club; stimulated by my new friend that had been putting on skiffle music shows at Belle View in Manchester.

 

Lonnie Donegan

 

   Our house in Denton was a sort of small motherly hotel type of boarding house and Lonnie Donnigan came to stay. He and I would to play music for the enjoyment other guests. It was here that Lonnie taught me to play the wash-board. The pic of Lonnie is previously unpublished and was taken when he stayed with us.

 

  My parents were employed as relief publicans for a local brewery which meant we moved house's quite alot. Also, this often meant that I would have to change schools too and it was there that I was often picked on by other pupils, just for being a stranger to them. I was disruptive too and far from being a saintly model student which was caused mainly because I was never allowed to properly settle down into any of the schools for any decent length of time. Probably, I was learning back then, how was to be that I would a non-conformist for the rest of my life. However, when my parents weren't looking after the pub's and their regulars, they were very keen ballroom dancers and they would enter and sometimes win, various competitions.

 

          

                                                           Mum and son.. Connie & Clive.

 

  I was 'danced' into a troubled filled, bomb-falling world in 1940. My dad being a well-known boxer, and mum a well- known dancer musician; consequently I grew up confused. 'Love or hate' was my first tattoo at thirteen years of age.

 

STALL HOLDER..

When in London it should be known that dangers I faced as a 'northerner' working as street trader was to attempt to break the hold that the well-known Kray brothers had on the street stalls in the early days of the 'freedom call', for all the young war-baby child boomers.  It was the 1950s, and those babies born after the war-is-over celebrations, we were now becoming of age to try on our own versions of free expression. By being hippies, the market was new and the shops as yet, not prepared, as was I. Being a northerner in London at that time, was to be looked down upon as a 'clodhopper from up north like?'.

 

  The Kray Twins 'controlled' most of the city centre souvenirs for tourists stalls, along with the east-end barrow boys, but they also knew nowt' about flower-power, peace and love. When I first set-up my Oxford Circus pitch selling the Tivvy TV Toy and my rabbit skin reversible waistcoats in 1965 I was seriously warned by the barrow boys to 'get back to the jungle northerner; or otherwise, you'll be shot in the legs from a passing car, taken to Hampstead Heath to be tarred and feathered and then crucified. Consequently, from that day on, I began wearing a shoulder holster which contained a copy of a German Lugar pistol. The 'threatener's' could just see the butt sticking out from the top of my fur waistcoat and it so happened that, whilst sitting there making horseshoe nail jewellery on my Shaftsbury avenue pitch at the side of the lyric theatre, the Krays arrived.

 

 Thereupon they afforded me a great honour. That is, to seriously threaten me themselves, in person. As they parked their Jaguar car in front of my stall, they confronted me. I responded by picking up a 500ml bottle of sulphuric acid, then menacingly unscrewing the top, I poured some of the smelly, smoking acid onto a nail pendant that I had minutes before just bent. As the acid drops touched its surface it sizzled and I looked up from my lower angled position and held the fuming bottle high. I looked into the Krays brothers eyes, and replied with, 'get lost quick or you'll burn,' they turned and zoomed off - so to speak. This again was an example of being bullied by others - but this was real life now and I was not a child - and this was certainly not a day in the life at school.

 

  

 

Off to the 1970 Bath Festival with my friends and Anna Anulka Zanulka sitting on the taxis.

 

 Me at my selling pitch wearing a very big panga knife.

 

  The reason for being so well armed is to show the Hells Angel gangs that I am prepared to fight them off to defend mine and my friend’s pitches at the IOW festival site. The Angels at that time had recently killed people at the Hyde Park appearance and they were wrecking and robbing the hot dog sellers here.

 

  However, they were so impressed by my attitude that they actually invited me and paid my fare to visit them at their H.Q. in Miami USA. Their reasoning being that they wanted to teach their own members who were disabled due to violence of motor cycle accidents, just how to earn a decent living. I taught them how to make horseshoe jewellery. They were waiting for me with a rented aircraft hanger for me to use a school of handicrafts. I later worked for Antonio Pucchi - the top American handcrafted gold jewellery studio in the US.

 

 

 

'SURVIVAL'

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Bristol UK in 1977: The launch day of the trimaran 'Survival' with myself and mother Connie Kelly who named and launched the 55 feet long yellow painted vessel. 

 

 

        

 

   

 

 

   

  The 'Survival' was especially designed and built for Clive Kelly by the top British multi-hull boat builders Paul Weycham and Nigel Irens out of unsinkable material. We had many celebrity guests who joined us on many trips. Michael York once joined us with his good lady wife. The 'Survival' is in Brazil and is currently hidden and buried in a secret place.

 

 

SEACIDE..

 

    

My favourite headline: 'Robin Hood of the Sea'.

Comparing me with the latterday English folk-hero Robin Hood.

 

   'Seacide' and 'Rivercide' are two names I invented and use in my talks and teachings as I sail around on the water flow of mummy Earths circulation. They are words used to describe the suicide committed by man polluting our Earths precious waters in search of profit.

 

  I sail along and change my locations -motivated by the free winds created by the water pressures, stimulated by the heat of the sun. Water is from where we come. Water is where we go. Waters circulate the Earth evaporates and rises up to make clouds then dropping down and creating the rivers from which we foregather and drink our fill.  Water then carries on its circulation through the channels of our veins as does the seawater of our mummy earth.

 

  We humans are 80% water at our peak age, which then - as we grow older diminishes. In the mummies womb we are almost pure water as a foetus. When we become very old we are reduced to approx 50% water, so it is then we start to become weak, and die. The water of the earth circulates through us from the sea, rain, river, vein and pee to the sea again to be rain again. Stagnant water dies also; to live it must flow as our blood does. Stop Xingu flooding with water is the name of my game. Water gives, but water takes in return the yin of the water yang.

 

'SURVIVAL'..

 

 

       Sir Robin Hanbury Tennyson at the wheel of my trimaran 'Survival'. 
He founded 'Survival International'.
 
      
Trimaran 'Survival' being filmed at the Cannes Film Festival.  
 
  George Benson visits 'Survival' then we go together to Mick Jagger's house where I met Mick's dad. Then we went on to visit Phil Collins and Peter Gabriel in the south of France. In 1977 I decided to set sail again to present our film 'Raoni Avec Clive Kelly' at the Cannes Film Festival.
  Using 'Survival' to advertise, we tied up the boat in front of the main film theatre and hauled up the sails with Chief Raoni's face painted on them. The Cannes Film Team came on board with the French celebrities to film us with the stars - all of us together. Arnold Schwarzenegger was also at Cannes that same year with his first ever film - 'Pumping Iron'. He liked us so much that he spent the week sleeping onboard.
  'Survival' became the world's only AmerindianFloatingMuseum in which I sailed more than four times around the world - in distance of water under my bridge. The voyage to the geographical centre of America was 8,000 miles there and back along snaky rivers. The Guinness Book of Records sent a confirmation letter regarding that unique voyage.
My interview on Brazilian TV's 'The Joe Soares Talk Show'. The show is loved and watched by millions of South Americans.
 
  A Survival Production of the 'pollution map' of the Atlantic Ocean...:   

The spreading of man-made pollutions world wide.

An underwater blanket of debris can be seen that circulates     

between both north and southern hemispheres and is growing all the time.

The   
         I call it 'yo-yoing Seacide pollution'. Plastic pollution mars growth from the sun, it sinks   slowly to the ocean floors but in the dark depth’s; the collection gets eaten, only to give buoyancy once again. Then the object re-submerges and prepares to sink again in its yo-yoing life. The porosity of the object also dictates its yo-yoing speed. When the seabirds and fish see the small objects they eat them.
 
         Please remember those animals have never seen things that was not organic before mans plastics started to
         kill them all in the start of the 1960s-plastic-throwaway-era started. The animals eat, as it is a survival instinct, but then they die because their stomach become full of buoyant plastics, so they can no longer dive down for protein giving nourishment. We the humans are simply wiping out sea life with our misuse.

 

1973: Chief Raoni and 'Captain' Clive Kelly.

 
        "Life is a whole. The murder of a tree is part of yourself. Culture and progress
has disconnected us from nature, our own nature.. We are all affected.
We just have to wake up and see, to feel, we need to save it."
Clive Kelly: 27 May 2011
        
STING..  Clive Kelly with Sting.
      
  It is far from a happy story of which I tell.. In the pic the Amerindians say Sting is stealing my spirit. He did however steal my pics, my film, my image and my right to be the true *President Elect of The Rainforest Foundation. To enhance his personal causes, Sting even copied the boots I wore. With Granada TV's 'World In Action' film crew I denounce his dishonesty.
*I WAS NOMINATED TO BE THE PRESIDENT ELECT OF THE SURVIVAL ETHNO, ECO AMERINDIAN MUSEUM THAT WAS UNDER CONSTRUCTION IN BAHIA, BRASIL. CONSEQUENTLY AS I TOOK STING TO MEET MY FREIND CHIEF RAONI IN AMAZON, AND THEREIN WE ALL AGREED THAT THE WORLD SHOULD HELP THE TRUE AMERICAN PEOPLE SURVIVE THE ONSLAUGHT OF ALIEN CIVILISATION BY FORMING THE RAINFOREST FOUNDATION. I WAS TO BE PRESIDENT BUT STING AND HIS BY NOW PARTNER AND FILM DIRECTOR JEANNE PIERRE DUTILEUX HAD OTHER IDEAS.
  AT THE UNIVERSITY OF SAO PAULO BRASIL THE FORMATION MEETING TOOK PLACE. IN ATTENDANCE WAS MEGARON REPRESENTING CHIEF RAONI AND NOW PRESIDENT OF THE INDIAN GOVERNMENTAL ORGANISATION FUNAI.  BRUCE MARQUART REPRESENTING STING AND J.P. DUTILEUX, MY SELF, AND SEVERAL OTHER GOVERNMENT REPRESENTATIVES AND REPS' FROM THE TRIBES OF XINGU. WHEN IT WAS SUGGESTED THAT I WAS ELECTED TO BE PRESIDENT, STING'S HENCHMEN THREATENED TO DESTROY THE PROJECT. IF I DID NOT DISAPPEAR QUICKLY AND IMMEDIATELY FROM THE MEETING, THEY THREATENED MY OWN FAMILIES WELFARE AND THAT OF THE INDIANS TOO. I SPLIT THE SCENE AND RETURNED TO MY BOAT 'SURVIVAL', WHEREIN I TRAVELLED THE WORLD TEACHING THE TRUE VALUE OF THE AMERINDIAN CULTURE AND SEACIDE - THE DESTRUCTION OF OUR OCEANS.
SORROW & SADNESS
Chief Raoni crys openly in traditional tribal fashion when he meets up again with any of his long lost relatives. However, this is not the face of the same man when confronted with the reality of the imminent disasters brought about by the building of the proposed Belo Monte Dam and the floodings of the Xingu lands - These people are warriors.. and they are angry.  
"PLEASE JOIN MY CAUSE NOW..
IT'S SO BLOODY URGENT.. IT COULD HAPPEN SOON.."
The cause now has 53 members.
Their mission:
TO BRING AWARENESS TO THE XINGU DAM PROJECT
 


 

 'CAPTAIN'CLIVE KELLY

 

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