With Great Reverence

One of the things I meant to do when I returned toliving in a house of bed-sits - or one-room apartments
Scotland four years ago was to look up an old- peopled mainly by musicians. It was run by a little
Scottish friend that I'd last seen some twenty yearswoman called Angie, who was near the end of her
ago in London. In truth I had a whole hatful ofcareer as a dancer. At this time she had a whip act
ambitions and intentions on my list, and rather to mywith a guy called Dennis. It was quite a skilful act, as
own surprise and to the utter amazement of myhe had to crack this whip around her throat from a
wife and daughter, I've gradually managed to tickdistance, and, as she explained it, one little mistake
them off over the last few years. Alright, I knowand the whip would throttle her.Angie liked a drink or
you can't wait to find out what was on this list, so I'lltwo and always wore dark glasses. She did not get
just run through some of them briefly. First of all,on well with her partner. I think he had once been
since I was no longer a full-time musician, havingmore than her stage partner, but now they bickered
developed the guitarists version of tennis elbow, Iconstantly, like an old married couple. Dennis was a
needed something else to fill my time, and the onlybig man with a little goatee beard. He had a soft,
other thing I was good at (apart from snooker) waswhiney voice, like David Beckham but he was mighty
art. I had always painted and sketched, mostlystrong. I remember once giving Angie a lift in her
landscapes, although I rarely sold anything.I had anminicar (she didn't drive), after they had had a row.
idea that there was a market for pet portraits if IHe came out of the house and stood in front of the
could reach it, and and the way to do that seemedcar to make it stop and then twisted off the wing
to be via the internet, so I bought a computer, digitalmirror with one hand and tossed it in the gutter.
camera, printer etc and hired a local company toThen he just ambled off. A nice guy, really, I don't
design and run a website for me. After a while Ithink he ever hit her.As I said, most of the tenants
realized that it was much cheaper to design yourwere musicians. There was Maggie, who had a great
own site, so I thought I'd have a go - how hardvoice and adored Billie Holiday. In fact everybody in
could it be, right? Very hard, was the answer, asthe house adored Billie Holiday, except one guy who
anybody who has tried it will tell you, but after twowas a second-hand furniture dealer. There was
years of HTML, jpg's, links, virus's, backache, eyeGeorge, another bass player, who, on being hauled up
strain and late nights I finally got the hang of it,in front of the captain of a liner when he was
although as a result of being self-taught I find I'mworking on a cruise, stood eyeball to eyeball with him
quite knowledgeable about some aspects ofand told him that he (George) was just as good at
web-building and appallingly ignorant abouthis job as the captain was at his. He probably was,
others.Another project near to my heart was thetoo.Then there was Kenny Vick, who was a jazz
search for any survivors of the Scottish side of myguitarist. He was very fastidious and tidy, and would
family - a side I had lost contact with as a child. Thisfollow you about the room, picking up any bits of
was one of the reasons I'd gone on the internet influff or crumbs thst you might have dropped (a trait
the first place, and yes, there were still Collins's livinghe shared with my mother). He was a great player
in the Edinburgh area and Cowdenbeath, where Ithough.I learnt from all these people (with the
was born.When I made the trip down to Fife, I metpossible exception of the furniture dealer, who
my cousin June, who told me about my dad, who Inobody liked anyway), but the one I remember most
never really knew, and about my grandad, who wasis Lindsay Cooper. I remember playing flamenco in a
a miner (as all the men in the area were before thepub while he read Frederico Lorca poetry in English
mining industry was destroyed by the - but don't get(his idea) and I remember him dragging us all down to
me started). Grandad was known as Tiger Collinsa music shop which had a sale on. He insisted that I
because of his red hair. My cousin also told me that Ibuy a book of Bach's partitas and sonatas for violin. I
had a half-sister who had been looking for me forcouldn't afford it but I bought it anyway. I still have it
years, and was under the impression that I hadon my bookshelf, and I would never part with it.We
emigrated to Australia.I had known that I had a sisterused to get together in someones room about once
but what I didn't know was that she lived justa week to talk about whatever came into our heads.
twenty miles from where I used to live in England. IOne time the talk turned to South Africa. (This was
now know there are Collins's across west to Glasgowlong before the end of apartheid). The conversation
and probably all the way over into Ireland and downwas animated as usual. Everyone had something to
to Dublin in Cork, where all Collins's ultimately comesay except Lindsay, who said nothing for about half
from. I'm also connected to the Donaldsons (myan hour. Finally the talk died down and everyone
middle name). The Donaldsons or Clan Donald werelooked at Lindsay expectantly. He said nothing for a
Lords of the Western Isles at the time of thewhile, then cleared his throat. "South Africa's a turnip".
Jacobite rebellion, but that's a story for anotherThere didn't seem anything to add to that.Although
time.Another idea that I had was to own a collie andhe had a love of classical music he wasn't a great
after I lost my Patch I acquired a border collie crosstraditionalist. He thought that the past was
called Oscar and we've just bought a rough collie as asometimes a hinderance to creativity. I didn't have his
companion for him. We call her Daisy May. There arebold, fearless approach then, and I havn't got it now.
a couple of items still on my list - I can't find aI remember asking him, at one of our gatherings,
decent snooker club and there are no chess clubshow he could ignore something like the paintings of
within easy reach, but there is one idea that willRembrandt and he said he would get rid of them. I
never be realized. Lindsay Cooper, my old friend fromasked him how, and he said he'd burn them. Nobody
London died the year we moved up to Scotland.Isaid anything. Lindsay looked around, noticed the
found this out recently when I finally got around tostunned silence and hastened to make amends. " Oh,
making a search on the internet. When I knew himbut with grrreat rrreverence", he said in his broad
he was the spitting image of 'Animal' from Hill StreetGlaswegian accent.
Blues - remember the little guy with the dark hair andRest in Peace, Lindsay.
the droopy moustache? - except he had theJames Donaldson Collins James Donaldson Collins is
broadest of Glaswegian accents. He played thean artist and writer. He lives in the Highlands of
double bass and also the cello. He played jazz but heScotland with his wife, daughter and three dogs. His
also loved Bach.I'm talking about a time before I'dinterests are conservation, history, science fiction,
met my wife. I was very young and, it seems to mechess and snooker. He also claims to play guitar like a
now, pretty dumb, but I was lucky enough to beringing a bell.