Fans of lovely West Coast harmonies and songs about surfing were saddened recently to hear of the passing of Brian Wilson (the troubled musical genius behind Californian legends the Beach Boys, not the former West Highland Free Press cove).
In a sad week for music and the arts, Wilson was joined on the other side by funk legend Sly Stone and blockbusting thriller writer Frederick Forsyth, but we’ll come to them later…
Brian Wilson was of course the composer of hit singles such as “Good Vibrations”, “Surfin’ USA” and “God Only Knows”. He will also be remembered for long-playing masterpieces like “Pet Sounds”, and of course the famously unfinished 1966/67 ”Smile” project where he went a bit as a’ chiall.
Sadly Wilson’s passing eclipsed the death the same day of his only slightly less successful cousin on this side of the Atlantic, a man of whom it might have been said (although it wasn’t) that he too was a musical genius in his own way…
Braighe-Iain Woolson was born in Branahuie in 1942. His domineering father Murdy had always wanted to run a band called the Beach Boys, and in preparation for this he named each of his children after famous stretches of pristine island shoreline.
After Braighe-Iain, there was Garry in 1944 and Cliof in 1946, but it all went wrong when young Newton Seafront came along in 1948.
To make matters worse, Murdy’s bleigard of a cousin “Murry” in America nicked his idea and copyrighted the “Beach Boys” name, so a rethink was required.
Murdy craftily rebranded his combo as the “South Beach Boys”, and changed Garry and Cliof’s names to “Dennisautos” and “Carloway” so that they would “appeal to a West Coast audience”.
Soon the 3 Woolson brothers were joined by their cousin Mike Leòbag and school pal Al Sardine. (Wee brother Newton Seafront wasn’t allowed to join the band because of the smell).
From the beginning of the 60s a string of hits ensued. In their early days their songs were uncomplicated sunshine-y numbers about life on the croft, such as…
“Surfin’ Saf-àirigh”
“Ba-ba-ba ba-barvas Ram”
“Sun sun sun(day) (When the Cailleach Takes the TV Away)”
“I’ll Get A Round In”
Calbostfornia Gulls”
“Turfin’ U.S.A”
(Written when Woolson went West to help out at his cousins’ peats in “the USA” – aka Upper Shader and Adabroc.
Woolson had to contend with several legal challenges relating to this song. First he was sued by 50s rocker Chuck Ferry, who not unreasonably claimed it was a big rip-off of his 1958 hit “Peat Little Sixteen”.
And worse was to come, when those well known singing peatcutters from Down Souss, The Askernishbeach Boys, went to law, pointing out suspicious similarities between Woolson’s 1963 number and their 1961 Radio Garrynamonie chart-topper “Turfin’ Uist Way”.
It was possibly the stress of all the lawsuits that made Braighe-Iain go drol, stop touring with the band and retreat into his studio from 1966 onwards. Woolson found himself grappling with his inner demons, a serious Piper Export addiction and an obsession with outdoing those he saw as his chief musical rivals – the Peatles and “Wall of Sound, cove” production maverick Phil Spealtrag.
Despite or because of all the being mad carry-on, Woolson continued to churn out the hits during this period – but songs that were darker and more complex than the upbeat pop of their early career – songs like:
“God Only Knows (what you were doing while everyone else was out at the Coinneamh Ùrnaigh)”
“Good Denominations”
“Help Me, Ruairidh”
“Wouldn’t it be Gneiss”
“Carishader, No”
“Hearachs and Villains”
But by the mid-60s, singles no longer provided a broad enough canvas for Woolson’s ever-expanding mind. He looked at other bands pioneering the development of the album as an art form, such as the Peatles with “Sergeant Paibles’ Lonely Ceards Club Band” and decided he wanted a piece of the action.
Some of the great South Beach Boys LPs emerged in this period, gathering rave reviews in the Gazette and unprecedented sales (occasionally even in double figures) in MacIver & Dart’s and DD Morrison’s… including:
Peat Sounds
The unfinished “Smiler” project, with collaborator Van Dyke Parkends
Smiley Smiler
Turf’s Up
After years living the life of a recluse and falling out with the rest of the South Beach Boys over publishing rights, church splits and a fence in Balallan, Woolson was persuaded to start playing again because of the huge increase in tourists ‘discovering’ Luskentyre Beach.
The Luskentyre Grazings Committee thought that Braighe-Iain would be able to scare off most of the camper vans with performances of his more impenetrable songs, thus leaving the village in peace to go about its business. Braighe-Iain was slipped a couple of quid each day to stand in the car park and belt out his hits. This summer job also inspired him to write a wee concept album called ‘Hearachs and Visitors’.
In 2015, Woolson collaborated again with the South Beach Boys on his final album of new material, “No 1 Pier Pressure”.
On the news of Woolson’s passing, tributes poured in from all over some of the Hebrides.
And to conclude our own tribute, we include the lyrics of one of Braighe-Iain Woolson’s best known tunes (even although it was actually Chuck Ferry’s). All together now……
Turfin’ USA (Upper Shader to Adabrock)
If everybody had an notion (ooh)
Across the U.S.A. (ooh)
Then everybody’d be out turfin’ (ooh)
Cos it’s the first of May (ooh)
You’d see them wearing their wellies (ooh)
Arnish Boots on too (ooh)
A beannag to guard the hairdo (ooh)
Turfin’ U.S.A. (ooh)
You’d catch ’em turfin’ at Dell, math tha (Lower, Upper U.S.A.)
Skigersta bothan, Lionel (inside, outside, U.S.A.)
Santa Ronans and Galson (inside, outside, U.S.A.)
Adabrock’s Edgemoor (inside, outside, U.S.A.)
All over Dun Eisdean (inside, outside, U.S.A.)
And down Habost Way (inside, outside)
Everybody’s gone turfin’
Turfin’ U.S.A.
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Joining Braighe-Iain Woolson at the great gig in the sky is funk rock legend Sly Stone, who has also passed away. For those of you not familiar with his work he trailblazed the merging of funky music with rock, bringing soul and rock fans together with his high energy groove – on classic late 60s/early 70s anthems like “Dance to the Music, “Family Affair” and “Thank You (Falletinme Be Mice Elf Agin)”. Many later exponents of funky soul-rock fusion such as Prince, and of course Island Express, were heavily influenced by Sly’s music.
Despite living away in America for most of his life and neffer mentioning them at all at all, Sly Stone had strong island connections that we can only reveal now; Born Sylvester Stewartscreamothebarley, his original stage name was “Sly Stoneyfield”, after the farm where his granny from Lower Sandwick was a milkmaid.
The young Sly spent many summers on his holidays home from America learning how to weed turnips, chase sheep and shovel todhar, and it was while engaged in these tasks that he dreamt up the early versions of some of his biggest hits, which he released locally on Maciver and Dart Records. Check under your bed to see if you’ve got any of these rare grooves gathering dust:
“Danns a’ Rathaid to the Music”
“It’s a Farming Affair”
“There’s an Aiginish Riot Going On”
“Fank Ewe (filletin mehhh be mice elf agam)”
“Every Day Sheep ill“
“I Wanna Take Your Byre.”
“Life (and Work isn’t as good as the Free Church Monthly Record)”
Unfortunately when Stoneyfield returned to America, his US management insisted on his song titles and lyrics being Americanised for a global audience. But Old SYs should have a rake in the loft to see if they’ve got one of Sly’s rare Maciver and Dart original singles – Vinyl specialists at FreeChurchMonthlyRecord Collector magazine reckon they might nowadays be worth up to 14p each.
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Co dhiù, and as if Brian and Sly’s passing wasn’t bad enough, popular thriller writer Frederick Forsyth (“Day of the Jackal”, “The Odessa File” and many more) has also written his final chapter.
Not many people are aware of Forsyth’s Stornoway connections, but according to researchers in our Made Up Genealogy Department he was probably possibly allegedly one of the Hugh Matheson’s crowd. In fact it is said that he came up with the first drafts of almost all his most popular novels while slicing the ham at the deli counter in the family business on Francis Street.
Forsyth’s mainland publishers insisted on a number of minor changes to his books, to make them more marketable to a global readership. But if Acair hadn’t rejected them first, and they’d been published locally as Forsyth originally intended, we’d be reading the likes of:
The Mogs of War
Day of the Bacach
The Od-Gressa File
The Fourth Proto-Coll
The Orduighean-dessa File
The Dogs of Todhar