AFTER the dull pop drivel at the Brit Awards last week, rock and roll’s finest made sure last night’s NME Awards went with a bang (and that’s not just my head although I have had to bang it on a pillar to make sure I’m still awake).
Here was the red carpet, for example. Rammed.
Heading up the bash, held at London’s O2 Brixton Academy, were Blondie – who won the Godlike Genius award and performed an eight-song ear-splitting set, and Sir Paul McCartney who received the Songwriters’ Songwriter award. Debbie Harry, who chose the night to announce that Blondie are to play Glastonbury Festival this year, looked incredible. She’s 68 and was in this kaftan-y monochrome striped dress and her face is just so beautiful. Those cheekbones! She told Showbiz Sludge:
“I thought they were having me on when they said we’d got a Godlike Genius award. Although I’m a goddess, not a god.” Indeed you are. Look at her with her incredible hair just so BLONDE! And yes they are long strips of clip on hair. Who cares it’s Debbie Harry!
Sir Thumbsaloft said he was thrilled to be at the awards for a music magazine that has been “going longer than I have!” Ho ho ho. Damon Albore presented Macca with his Songwriter’s Songwriter trophy and sounded like he had spent the day meditating when he spoke about the Beatles legend. ““I love him like millions and millions and millions and millions and millions and millions of other people. He’s a really lovely spirit and wonderful human being.” Oh shut up.
The most offending part of the night was Lily Allen winning….I can’t bring myself to even say it….Best Solo Artist.
Even she was shocked:
Whatever happened to pretending that these things don’t actually revolve around whoever they can get to turn up?!
She beat Paul McCartney to this award, and DAVID. BOWIE. Yes, DAVID. BOWIE.
D A V I D. B O W I E.
The only way to deal with it is to change the subject. Lovely Shane Meadows collected a prize for Made of Stone – The Stone Roses documentary that I’m a bit of a fan of (followers of this blog will know all about this!) Shane was still getting people wanting to tell him how great he is at 2am in the morning. Surprisingly I refrained this one time.
The after party held at Sketch in Piccadilly was a sight. After queueing for half an hour and being told it was “absolutely full up darling it’s going to take a while to get anybody else in” I snuck in with The Horrors and The Voice star – me old China – Jamie Lovatt and discovered it was hardly full at all. Busy, but not at capacity. Haim were doing a DJ set playing 90s rnb and I thought at one point I’d been slipped something as I saw footballer Peter Crouch and Abbey Clancy worryingly close to actual music heroes Zak Starkey and Johnny Marr while Destiny’s Child Bootilicious was blasting away. Carl Barat was lofting around in a grey military jacket possibly faded since the time he was last relevant and I left Jamie smashing up glass on the floor to Britney Spears. Over and out.
Other pics from the night including Jerry Hall, Haim, John Cooper Clarke…