Foundation Stone by Graham Ride *
Review by Gerry Seda
 


The first thing Graham Ride promises the reader is no sensationalism - he keeps that promise -  there is none. My first impression upon reading the book was that it sounds like a friend writing about a friend: .This is a worthy book for any Brian Jones fan to add to their collection as it offers a balance to those books that do rely on sensationalism. We get a more honest look at a young, creative Brian on his own home turf of Cheltenham through the eyes of his friend, Graham Ride  The Brian here is not a really bad boy, other than his "carelessness" (to say the least) with his girlfriends but a kind of quirky individual with an all consuming passion for music.  I  must admit that I found myself just appalled to see how different that Brian was then from the man we have read about all these many years, although we caught occasional glimpses: but then , in his time with Graham, he was confident, assured, enthusiastic, very centred as to what he wanted to do with his life. There were little indications of the "dark side" we have read about over the years...the girls, his flash of temper occasionally but by and large he seemed a decent guy.  After reading this book, I don't feel as if I need to question Graham on what type of person Brian was but rather the writers who have propagated myth after myth after myth and concentrated only on the negatives, and in many, if not most cases, exaggerated those negatives.

Of particular interest to musicians and blues aficionados, will be the lengthy descriptions of who they listened to, how they got the music down, what they discussed in relation to different musicians they admired. These sections may be abit of a rough go for those who are not blues aficionados, but for those who are, it's a pure delight! 
 

I enjoyed this book quite alot, particularly because it did give me a look at Brian on his home turf of Cheltenham before the Stones.  This is not to say that the book does not have its weak  spots - it does.  There are points where the reader wishes that the author would go into a little more --ok, alot more detail about Brian or the author's thoughts on Brian, but a large factor to bear in mind, is that this is the author's memoirs essentially and that he is telling things as he remembers them while trying not to embellish them or imbue them with his own "present day " opinions.  On the whole, the book is a worthy  addition to a Brian Jones collection because it  does  give us that look at a young, creative, preStone's Brian.
There is almost a bittersweet feeling as Graham's time with 20 year Brian comes to a close and Brian heads off for London: full of life, full of enthusiasm, full of hope and dreams; not dreaming how his story will end.

Graham Ride has done a good job of giving us a rare view of Brian Jones, the kid from Cheltenham who loved the blues.

To order the book go to http://www.foundationstone.co.uk/
* those who are members of The Brian Jones Fan Club will receive a discount on the purchase of this book if they include their membership number when ordering.
 

If you'd care to read some of Graham Ride's poetry, go to : http://www.broad-brush.com

The following is a poem written for Brian Jones by Graham Ride and is used with permission of the author:
 


Blue Blue Water

What are you doing here, man?
Why did you have to go like that?
Go like what, man? You tell me.
I don't have a clue, man, it's all a mystery.
One minute I was wet and warm
The next I'm stiff and cold
Am I really very old?
 

Old man? no. Less than thirty
When you quit the stage like that.
Like what, man? You tell me.
Dunno, man, some say it set your spirit free.
One minute I was full of hope
The next I'm full of water
Did I really get no quarter?

It doesn't seem so, man
Life dealt you that extra short hand.
Like what, man? You tell me.
Like a shooting star, man, I seem to see.
One minute I was here all bright
The next I've fizzled out
What was it all about?

Not fizzled out, man, you're still
In people's hearts and minds.
Like what, man? You tell me.
Like glowing lava, man, deep in the sea
One minute you burst into flame
The next you paint it, black.
I can never come back?

No, man. I can't see how
But have you really gone away?
Gone away, man? You tell me.
You're  there in collective memory
Like the hottest of stones
That takes a blue eternity to die.
Forgive me...I won't say goodbye.
 

copyright 2001 Graham Ride


 
 
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