Kid Creole and the Coconuts

Articles by Ron

Jan
1
2007

Past - Present - Future

Hello music lovers, 2007 = the 25th anniversary of my beloved band, KID CREOLE and the COCOUTS. 25 years . . . and I'm still a Kid! We have miraculously managed to survive the coming and going of many varied musical styles and trends and production techniques. Welcome to the Lifeboat Party, child. Of all our accomplishments in the last 25 years (the gold and platinum albums, the hit singles, the sell-out-record-breaking concerts, the very special private show for Princess Diana, the movie soundtracks, the acting roles, our very own television musical for Granada TV in England, the collaborations with Prince and Barry Manilow and U2 and others, working with Francis Ford Coppola and Sofia Coppola, the British Music Industry Best International Act honour and the numerous citations and awards) the thing I am most proud of is the LIVE SHOW! Described by a New York critic, a long time ago, as the "greatest show on earth after the Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey - a very close second!" it is still a joy to behold, if I must say so myself. Modesty has never been my tragic flaw! I am as proud of the current line-up of musicians and singers and dancers as I was of the original line-up (the only original member still standing alongside the Kid is the inimitable Bongo Eddie - percussionist/comic foil/eternal contender for the throne).

The rhythm section (all from Denmark) is comprised of Thomas Andersson on guitar, Mikkel Damgaard on keys, Claes Antonsen on drums, Christian Danstrom on bass. The scrumptious Coconuts (all from England) are Eva Tudor-Jones, Louise Peaple and Gemma Cousins. The Pond Life Horns (from all over the world): Chris Storr on trumpet, Barnaby Dickensen on trombone and Edgar Jones on saxophone.  And of course, the co-star supreme, Bongo Eddie.

That band, plus my P.A. (PERSONAL ASSISTANT), Janet Orme, who has been with me for over 22 years (yes, she's as crazy as I am) is what makes me stand tall and gives me that twinkle in my eyes, even now on our silver anniversary!

In 2007 we will do over 200 shows all over the world celebrating our survival in a fickle business called MUSIC! The cities we have chosen to play are the cities that helped launch us to international fame and fortune: London, Manchester, Glasgow, Aberdeen, Belfast, Liverpool, Paris,  Geneva, Stutgart, Zurich, Copenhagen, Stockholm, Oslo, Berlin, Hamburg, Tokyo, Rome, New York, Los Angeles, Philadelphia, Washington, Boston, Madrid, Barcelona, ..................

The first time we played many of these cities was in 1982! The adoring fans gave us the inspiration and the impetus to continue. We owe them this token of of gratitude and appreciation - another mighty show to blow their minds yet again. We love our fans - their loyalty through the years (lean and fat) has been touching - deep and profound and most imprtantly energizing!

Even while the tour is going on we will be recording our 20th album, called BOGOTA AFFAIR (5 years in the making!) and producing an act called SON-OF-KONG (their album, called I.V. LEAGUE will be available in the spring; it is co-produced by original Creolian songwriter/keyboard wizard Peter Schott). After a long, much-needed vacation off the coast of me, we will begin production on the COCONUTS SOLO ALBUM , tentatively called JAILBAIT. And oh, by the way, this year you can also catch our documentary, written and produced by the original MAMA COCONUT, Adriana Kaegi as well as view the live show, filmed at London's JAZZ CAFE, on line
 

(www.kidcreole.com).

Oh what a world! I'm glad I'm a survivor. And I'm glad you still enjoy the music. That makes me smile and tip my fedora and do a little slide in my two-toned shoes!

Excelsior,

KID CREOLE


May
14
2008

MY MONDAY

Kid Creole and the Coconuts frontman August Darnell, the sharp-suited singer of ‘I’m A Wonderful Thing Baby’ and ‘Annie I’m Not Your Daddy’, talks about obsessive ironing, anti-social tendencies and trying it on with his girlfriend.

My Monday depends on where I am. If I wake up at my girlfriend Gemma’s apartment in London then I know that day means me waking up early. She sleeps about 10 hours. I sleep 5 hours. Usually I’ll be watching old movies on TCM until the wee hours, like 2 in the morning. I’ll be up by 7 though. So I’ll try to rouse her for some early morning festivities. Failing at these festivities, I will then wander down to the kitchen and fix a bowl of Frosties, sometimes Sugar Puffs; anything sweet because I need the energy. I don’t use whole milk because Gemma has told me that it’ll kill me. I believe her because she looks a lot better than I do. She’s a dancer. I’m not a tea or coffee man. I don’t cook. I’ve been threatening to learn for the last 20 years but still haven’t. If I’m pushing the boat out I might extend breakfast to a piece of toast. At about 7:30 I’ll turn CNN on – definitely not Sky – to check out what is happening in the world. I don’t watch the terrestrial channels. I’m not into stuff like Richard & Judy. I don’t need the gossip. I’ll put the volume up just enough to wake Gemma. Then I’ll read Time Magazine to catch up on the news or maybe a book. I’m not reading anything at the moment because I just finished a depressing but brilliant book called We Need To Talk About Kevin. Sometimes though I just like to stay in bed and dream that my girlfriend is waking up early.

Gemma will normally get up at about 10 and then she’ll go out jogging. She tries to convince me to go with her: sometimes I will and sometimes I won’t. I live in Sweden now but when I lived in Kensington we used to run along the river and into Battersea Park. I’m a city boy but I love parks. That shit turns me on. It’s very romantic. I like to go on a bicycle ride sometimes instead of jogging. I recently had three bicycles stolen from outside Gemma’s new place in Kentish Town – all three at once. Believe it or not – contrary to the myth – I don’t wear the hat, zoot suit or two-tone shoes when I’m jogging or on the bike. I dress as any other fool does. I should point out that park activities are not done in the winter. Only in the spring and summer.

I consider myself extremely fortunate not to have to punch a clock. As long as there isn’t a show that day, I can do anything I want. I have total freedom. I can relax any day of the week – except when I have show. When there’s a show on, it makes up for all that relaxing. It is so frantic, hectic and ridiculous. We need a war plan to get the band together for a show because everyone is all over the place: some live in Denmark, some in London and some in New York. In the old days the whole band was based in New York. It was easy. But now it’s such hard work getting up at 4 in the morning to catch a plane to go rehearse. Why do I still do it? I might not enjoy what it takes to get the band on that stage but once we’re up there I love it. When Kid Creole and the Coconuts started I was already 29 years old. I remember seeing a concert of an old timer and I said to my girlfriend at the time, ‘I’ll never be on the road when I’m that age! By the time I’m 50 I want to be on a tropical island. Forget that shit!’ But here I am in my mid 50s and I’m still doing it. I can’t stop it. You take that shit away from me and you’ve got a sad man.

If I’ve got a show in the evening I have to get up and start reviewing my lyrics first thing in the morning. As I’ve gotten older I can’t remember a goddamn word. Writing it doesn’t mean that you automatically remember it. It doesn’t work that way. I also have to start preparing my costume. Making sure I’ve got the right hat, the right suit. It’s a hell of a coordination job. It is a Herculean task! I never trust anyone else to do it for me. I love clothing as much as I love old movies on TCM. In fact, I got that love from watching Clark Gable, Fred Astaire and John Garfield. They all looked so sharp all the time. Of course, I never realised as a youngster that they had a whole costume department to help them. I didn’t have shit! I can never leave the house in a hurry. Gemma makes fun of me because I take longer than her to get ready. I get annoyed if the crease in my pants isn’t razor sharp. I have to get out the iron. I’m obsessive. I’ve taken it too far. But as I’ve got older I’m nowhere near as crazy as I used to be. Gemma will go off to the gym before lunch but I’m not into that. I’ll stay at home and watch an old film and try and get another idea for an outfit. When she comes back she’ll fix something to eat or we’ll go out. We do a whole lot of dining out.

Gemma likes to go out in the evening; she’s gregarious and has a lot of friends. I have very few friends. I didn’t have many to begin with in New York and then I was on the road for so many years. It’s hard to make real friends on tour. Gemma likes to go out to the pub and have a good time. I don’t drink or smoke. I am basically anti-social which is something people don’t know because they see me on stage loving to perform. My idea of a good night is sitting at home watching a film. To my girlfriend, that is the most boring thing in the universe. I enjoy her enjoying the company of her friends. Sometimes I’ll go with her and she’ll say, ‘I’d rather you’re not here because you look miserable.’ 20 years ago I got a kick out of going to clubs because I’d go to pick up women. That was my thrill. Now I’ve got my girl, I don’t really need to go out. I’ll hit the emails in the evening. It takes me at least an hour to go through them. That’s how I run my business now: I get gigs that way; I update my website. I make sure I’m off the computer by the time she gets home. I used to find it very difficult to switch off at night. Now it is the easiest thing in the world. I’ve mellowed a lot.

I like a bath in the evening. I just lie there and shrivel up. I hate cold bathrooms. That’s one of my pet peeves; the other is traffic. Traffic is the reason I left New York in the mid 90s: my doctor was four blocks away from where I used to live on Central Park South. I had to go see him one day. It was raining so I didn’t want to walk because I love my clothes and I didn’t have an umbrella so I got a cab. It took me an hour to get there! In Sweden you can be on the road for three hours and if you see two other cars its rush hour! Usually I’m a happy-go-lucky kind of guy but if I get stuck in a traffic jam the ugly side of August Darnell comes out. I can think of better ways to spend my time than being stuck in traffic. Like watching TCM with my slippers on.


Jun
29
2008

Summer is here!

MUSIC LOVERS of all tribes and tribulations:
 
The summer is upon us and we're feeling mighty.
Looking forward to seeing you at the festivals and parties in the mighty sunshine soon.
OH WHAT A NIGHT had a great run in Liverpool last week. Got to see my sons, Lord A., Dario and Wesley. They're progressing in leaps and bounds with their musical creations - but it will take more than leaps and bounds for them to eclipse my profound largeness. Nevertheless, I am extremely proud of them.
Also got to see Sister Steph and Sister Helen - looking good.
Liverpool is a wondrous city full of character and characters. Love it.
Hangin in Suffolk now with my lady, the magnificent Gemsicola. Off to Southhampton on Tuesday for more disco madness. See you there.
 
Love and happiness,
 
The Kid aka Brutus T. Firefly (until August 3rd)
 


Jul
6
2008

Reporting from London

Creolians,
 
It's July 6th and I'm in London - glued to my tv set enjoying the British Grand Prix and the men's singles Wimbledon final. A belated happy 4th of July to all you Yankees. My gal and I just finished a week in Southampton (with the musical OH WHAT A NIGHT at the Mayflower Theatre) - a little bit of rain and a little bit of sunshine, just like today. If the summer doesn't show its face over here immediately, I shall be forced to sue ..... somebody!
My gal and I love the summer so naturally we feel a bit cheated when the summer isn't a summer. English summers can be very unladylike. Know what I mean?
I remember the first time KID CREOLE and the COCOS played Great Britain in the summer of 1982 - we all travelled in our lightweight summer clothes and straw hats and sandals only to encounter frost when we stepped off the plane!!!! We learned our lesson the hard way!!
Tomorrow we travel to beautiful Canterbury for another week of the musical (at the Marlowe Theatre).  Hope to see you there!
 
Love and happiness,
 
The Kid
 


Jul
21
2008

OH! WHAT A DAY

OH WHAT A DAY ........ my day off, that is. My lady and I took my daughters (Savanna and Ilanaluna and Ilselena) to see the stage production of HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL at London's Hammersmith Apollo theatre. What a fabulous show. Accolades for you, Disney and co. You did it - gave the musical genre a new lease on life for the young and the young at heart. Single-handedly made the musical genre hip again. Bless you.
Thanks to my girls I was familiar with the plot and the music and the sensational dance routines - they made me watch the movie at least 6 times!!! Hats off to the writers - memorable songs that willl be around for a long time. Every songwriter's dream - longevity!
After this high ............................... we (actually it was my lady's suggestion ...... thanks Gemsi) made the big mistake of taking the girls to the LONDON DUNGEONS!!!!! If you take into account the fact that Ilselena is only 6 years old and Ilanaluna is only 7, you can imagine the result of this blunder! They were frightened to death ...... clinging desperately to us (adults) at every twist and turn in that dark, dismal, ill-ventilated hell-hole! Even my 12 year old (Savanna) was filled with trepidation at times!!! OH WHAT A DAY indeed. But we managed to survive, thank the gods. And the girls, bless them, emerged from the abyss and had the audacity to say "that was great - when can we do it again?" .............................. When you're my age, my lovely ones ............. or maybe just a little bit older.
It's back to work tomorrow - a gig in Sardinia at the world famous Forte Village resort. Can't wait - because at least the sun will be shining there; the way it's supposed to shine in the middle of the summer!!
Stay tuned ............................
 
KC
 


Aug
28
2008

Summer's over?

CALLING ALL CREOLIANS, Greetings from the primaeval forest in Sweden. The summer is coming to a close. In some unfortunate places, the summer never began. Shame. People act differently when the weather is warm. Nicer. Not I. I'm nice all year round, but I must admit - I smile more when the sun is out. And that's a fact, that's a fact. The COCOS and I are off to Naples tomorrow for an Italian film festival. Lots of photo opportunities. Can't wait to see what the Nuts will be wearing. Me? Pink, of course. The summer hasn't died yet. The gig in Dublin last week was brilliant. The sun appeared for us and us only. All others faced an amazing downpour. But the week before that we weren't so lucky; we were 10 minutes into our set (the bridge of I'M A WONDERFUL THING, BABY) and every cloud in the universe released its full contents. The music-lovers were not bothered. Bless them. Hundreds of umbrellas popped open and the party continued. That was Ascot. I love music, as well you know, but I must confess - there is no group or singer in the world that I would stand in the rain for. I love my hats and my shoes and my clothes too much. Shameful. After Naples it's back in the studio for us. We have 2 albums coming out next year. One, aptly entitled CREOLISM - THE FIRST 30 YEARS and another called STONY'S BROOK (dedicated to my brother and my mentor). So a lot of work has to be done. Teasers of the tracks will be on-line from time to time. By the way, my lady (the pulchritudinous Gemsicola) and I had our holiday in a place called FORTE VILLAGE in Sardegna. Fascinating place. I suggest you put it on your 'ten-things-I-must-do-before-I-go-to Hades' list. Ask for a gentleman named Enzo when you get there. He'll take good care of you. Well, it's time to turn on TCM now and watch a good ol' classic ... yes, they even have TCM in Scandinavia. After that I'll turn on CNN - I heard a rumor that history was being made in the USA ....... I'm really curious ..... what could that mean? I thought America had done everything possible already ........ what could be so new .... so different ..... what on earth could have made my good buddy from New York (BEN) call me in such an excited, frantic manner ..... literally shouting down the line "oh lord - history is being made in my country .... turn on CNN!!!!" I didn't believe him so I didn't turn on CNN. But now someone else has called me and said the same thing. I'm really curious ..... but first ......... first comes CAGNEY and BOGART in a classic on TCM.

Sep
1
2008

Missing Persons Alert

CALLING ALL CREOLIANS ....... Help, the days are getting shorter ....... I'm in Sweden ...... it's 7.30 ...... There are some missing persons who used to live in Creoleville that have gone into hiding. If you know the whereabouts of any of these good people, please contact the Society for the Advancement of Alternate Systems immediately (SAAS): Jerry Brandt Roddy Caravella Michel Savoia Antonia DePortago Sharon Kusy Eric Overmyer Father Grey Jimmy Rippetoe Marc Mazur Sharon Thomas Barbara Dodge Barbara Smith Ben Chasin Pic Powell Larry Fineman Wendy Whitelaw Dwight Brewster Once I find at least 8 of these I'll list the other 3567 missing persons on my list. An excerpt from my novel (which I've been writing for 8 years; it's almost done!): A letter, addressed to Arygle. "Should I read this now and destroy my day? Or should I put it off to another day ... month ... year ....." he mused. Read it now, the voice inside his insides said, and get it over with. He knew it was going to be deep. Hi Gyle, I should've stuck to my guns; now I lose everything I was hoping for. I was hoping you would open up and let me in, and I thought you would if we continued to see each other. I wanted you to tell me without me having to initiate it. I get tired of asking and you said you needed time . . . so I thought when you were ready you would tell me. But the truth is you don't really want to share your feelings with me. You don't really love me. Argyle knew at that moment that this was a big mistake. He felt that sick feeling in his stomach reaching upwards for his throat. Why did he open this letter now? He had a party to attend. This would all but destroy his mood. And yet he continued reading . . . To you I'm some image; you don't see me. You want me at your convenience and that's no relationship. I have feelings and I won't let them be toyed with. Therefore I can no longer bare to see you. Argyle had to sit on the edge of the bed; he loosened his tie. He felt like shit. And yet he continued reading . . . I cannot be your friend, so that when you decide you want something more there's still a chance. Sorry for you. You say you don't want to hurt me but it's too late. You've hurt me too many times already. As far as another time goes, that's more bullshit! The time is now! Seize the moment. If you truly cherished me we wouldn't be apart. And nothing could ruin New York for me. I love New York. New York is New York. You or no one else can change it. As far as giving me more, all I wanted and needed was to be with you and I mean with you, not just beside you. To be with someone there must be an exchange of feelings. And lately neither of us has exchanged many feelings. There's so much to get into; but I don't have time now. I have to go to work. I've decided to go home for Christmas. I want to be with my family. I really need to be with them. So I'm leaving you, your things. I would appreciate it if you would find some way to return my Vangelis tape and the T.S. Eliot paper before I leave. I'm leaving on the 22nd. I hope your holiday is merry. Argyle removed his jacket. He wasn't going anywhere tonight. Readers beware - it's not a tragedy. it's not a comedy either. O.B.N.O. (which means = over but not out)

Oct
30
2008

Better late than never

2 NOVEMBER 1987 > > Mon ange, Auguste: > > I have got to tell you how . . . what's the word? For lack of a better one, happy . . . yes, how happy your music makes me. Forget that we know each other for a minute. Forget that we're friends. Just as far as August "CALLMETHEENTERTAINER" Darnell goes, you're just brilliant. Honestly. We haven't gotten a chance to talk much lately (I miss that!), so I have not yet had the chance to tell you how much I adore ITHSTW - inspiring! My grooves are worn out. Thank God yours never are. The show last night was truly wonderful. How many of your worshipping audience even realized what they saw though? The level of musicianship was downright scary and Charlie's solos are starting to be like little moments of Ben Webster or something (idea-wise, silly!). God . . . what is the show like when the stage is bigger? Uh-oh... > can't think of that! My two favorite moments: 1)your sax scream. Amazing. How could you even sing after that? Second fave episode: 2)the Endicott-tease. What a great idea! Then there was the nostalgic tone. The band introductions --- there just seemed to be a genuine sadness as if over a past era or something. I thought I was just hallucinating, but some friends who saw the show said they felt it too. Like Duke in '56, right? God, you're good. I brought my mother (who has been begging me like a little 'kid' to take her?!) and she thought you were fab as well. I also have a friend who has seen you 6-7 times across the world and he said your voice was better last night than he ever heard it before. Am I getting too drippy? I'll stop. Just know that you really are appreciated. > Margaux > > Well, well, well ...... thank you Margaux. Sorry it took so long to thank you but I only just found this letter now - it was hiding all these years in an old satchel. I hope my 'thank you' finds you in good health somewhere in the universe. I'm sure you're still in New york - you and New York - like peas in a pod! > Speaking of nostalgia - your gut reaction was amazingly correct. That was the end of an ear, for shortly after that I fled from New York and all things American and set up camp in Europe. And thus began a new chapter, a new era. And now perhaps it is time to return to my homeland and make the circle complete. Perhaps ......... > > O.B.N.O., > KC