Twisting My Melon (46 page)
Authors: Shaun Ryder
Me and Bez at the height of Madchester.
My dad, Horseman, and his trademark dance. This was taken on tour in Iceland in 1990.
Me and Bez on stage at Glastonbury at the height of the Mondays’ fame. I’ve never really liked being the centre of attention, which is one of the reasons I brought Bez into the band.
Me and Bez on stage at Glastonbury at the height of the Mondays’ fame. I’ve never really liked being the centre of attention, which is one of the reasons I brought Bez into the band.
Asked to pose with something ‘particularly significant’, I chose Kit Kats and explained, ‘They’ve kept me going through our long, arduous tours this year.’ It was the foil that kept me going.
Playing on through a thunderstorm at the Rock in Rio gig at the Maracanã stadium, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, 1991.
Me and Muzzer on the coach as we’re besieged by fans on arrival in Rio.
The Brazilian press reported that the Mondays were going to import a huge batch of ecstasy into Brazil. It was just something I’d told a Brazilian journalist as a joke.
Our Paul ties me in a straightjacket for an
NME
shoot. For the first time, we felt some of the press was turning against us.
Bez, me and Kermit, at the start of Black Grape.
This picture was taken when I was going cold turkey at Too Nice Tom’s house in Burnley.
I’m not arsed about mourning the Haçienda. I was there, I don’t need to relive it.
Me and Kermit on stage towards the end of Black Grape.
My dad, Horseman, and his trademark dance. This was taken on tour in Iceland in 1990.
Me and Bez on stage at Glastonbury at the height of the Mondays’ fame. I’ve never really liked being the centre of attention, which is one of the reasons I brought Bez into the band.
Me and Bez on stage at Glastonbury at the height of the Mondays’ fame. I’ve never really liked being the centre of attention, which is one of the reasons I brought Bez into the band.
Asked to pose with something ‘particularly significant’, I chose Kit Kats and explained, ‘They’ve kept me going through our long, arduous tours this year.’ It was the foil that kept me going.
Playing on through a thunderstorm at the Rock in Rio gig at the Maracanã stadium, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, 1991.
Me and Muzzer on the coach as we’re besieged by fans on arrival in Rio.
The Brazilian press reported that the Mondays were going to import a huge batch of ecstasy into Brazil. It was just something I’d told a Brazilian journalist as a joke.
Our Paul ties me in a straightjacket for anNME
shoot. For the first time, we felt some of the press was turning against us.
Bez, me and Kermit, at the start of Black Grape.
This picture was taken when I was going cold turkey at Too Nice Tom’s house in Burnley.
I’m not arsed about mourning the Haçienda. I was there, I don’t need to relive it.
Me and Kermit on stage towards the end of Black Grape.
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