
Bless Me Father by Kevin Rowland: Dexys star gives a powerful account of his life
Author
:
Kevin Rowland
ISBN-13
:
978-1529958720
Publisher
:
Ebury Spotlight
Guideline Price
:
£25
The Colonel and the King Tom Parker, Elvis Presley and the Partnership that Rocked the World
Author
:
Peter Guralnick
ISBN-13
:
978-1399635295
Publisher
:
White Rabbit
Guideline Price
:
£35
Kevin Rowland
and
Dexys Midnight Runners
made three of the best albums of the 1980s. Now, it is time for him to tell some of the best stories. A press release announces this is Rowland's first book and 'he does not intend to write another'.
A previous effort to capture Rowland's extraordinary life in print was documented by Ted Kessler in 2022's Paper Cuts: How I Destroyed the British Music Press and Other Misadventures, where the former Q editor memorably wrote: 'The chemistry isn't right between us? Is Kevin Rowland of Dexys Midnight Runners breaking up with me?'
Kessler's project was abandoned as Rowland felt his story should be told in his own voice, which makes
Bless Me Father: A Life Story
a breathtakingly raw and unvarnished read.
Rowland's vocals are a famously innovative take on a soulful croon where he sounds like he is crying. Sometimes, there is a slight sense of him gently sobbing when he writes. He seems incapable of acknowledging his talent and success, let alone daring to blow his own trumpet.
READ MORE
As its title suggests, Catholic guilt looms large. Rowland opts for a confessional tone that is remarkably candid, telling how a devoted altar boy, who often served multiple masses a day, transformed into a teenage truant who ran away from home and got into numerous brushes with the law.
Rowland had a volatile and estranged relationship with his father, who regularly beat him up and treated him like the black sheep of the family. One of the most moving aspects of Bless Me Father is how their relationship became tender and loving before Rowland's dad died in 2021 at the grand age of 102.
In addition to his trials and tribulations at home, Rowland became confused about his identity. He perfected a chameleon-like ability to change his accent when he returned to England from Crossmolina, Co Mayo, and yet again when his family relocated from Birmingham to London, where Rowland was forced to drop his Brummie burr and adopt clipped Cockney tones to avoid getting a hiding.
This constant need to look over his shoulder, both at home and on the street, contributed to Rowland becoming adaptable but anxious.
Clothes are a huge part of Kevin Rowland's story and identity. Photograph: Nicky Johnston
Despite morphing his accent, Rowland continued to follow Wolverhampton Wanderers while living in London. He witnessed England's triumph over West Germany at the World Cup Final in Wembley in 1966 and enjoyed a highly memorable encounter with Muhammad Ali.
Still cherishing the memory nearly 60 years later, he writes: 'My dad, a strict disciplinarian and a staunch Irish republican, dropping me off at Wembley Way, knowing I was planning to bunk into the World Cup final to support England. It was like a positive spell had taken over London.'
Unlike so many hackneyed rock memoirs about acts plagued by division and infighting, Rowland doesn't seem at all interested in settling scores. Instead, he proffers profuse apologies for past behaviour. He says sorry for ejecting two girlfriends of other band members off a tour bus due to his strict adherence to a no-partners rule, begging for their forgiveness if they happen to be reading.
His recollections of his years in the throes of cocaine addiction are harrowing. Ultimately, after a few false starts, he emerges as a survivor. Considering he once consumed a cocktail of a staggering amount of powdered ecstasy tablets mixed with lager, it is fortuitous that he has even lived to tell these tall tales. His experience of the early 90s was mad, rather than madferit.
Clothes are a huge part of his story and identity. A former hairdresser, Rowland rues the decision to change their look for a high-profile tour with The Specials before achieving breakthrough success. 'I feel we missed an opportunity to become the most culturally significant and coolest group of the 1980s,' Rowland laments. 'I have found it very hard to forgive myself for that decision. In fact, I've tortured myself about it over the years.'
The New Romantic look they dabbled with was ditched for dungarees, a look captured in the video of their career-defining hit, Come on Eileen, their second number one following Geno and also a chart-topper in the United States.
Kevin Rowland has raised the game for autobiographies by musicians at a time when they are in danger of becoming a predictable late career exercise. Photograph: David Corio/ Redferns
When Rowland signed a record deal he was already jaded and completely sick of the music industry. He garnered a fiercely committed fan base, many of whom have stuck with him to this day, yet he reveals his paranoia and scepticism extended to those who loved his group the most.
'I didn't even trust the fans who would come to wish us well after a gig,' he writes. 'I thought they might have agendas, having spoken to other band members about me.'
Rowland has gone through the mill and produced a powerful account of his life, but I'm not so sure if he realises just how great an achievement it is. Music memoir publishing has blossomed in the wake of Keith Richards' Life in 2010, and Bruce Springsteen's Born to Run in 2016. As the 21st century splutters towards the end of its first quarter, Rowland has raised the game for autobiographies by musicians at a time when they are in danger of becoming a predictable late-career exercise.
[
Passion, booze, madness and comradeship: Bruce Springsteen's special relationship with Ireland
Opens in new window
]
As Oasis dominate the headlines with their reunion tour trundling into Croke Park, this is a thrilling tale of how another second-generation Irishman with Mayo roots conquered a world of his own creation.
Rowland didn't enjoy fame when he was in the thick of it in the early 1980s, and there was also a messy and prolonged financial fallout, so he deserves to savour his terrific career and this marvellous book about a life less ordinary.
At both the beginning and the end of Bless Me Father, Rowland quotes lyrics from the Elvis song Follow That Dream, which Springsteen has also covered.
Elvis Presley and his manager Colonel Tom Parker are surrounded by armed services police in Hawaii, 1961. Photograph: Michael Ochs Archives/ Getty Images
Presley's veteran biographer, Peter Guralnick, whose books Last Train to Memphis and Careless Love are widely considered to be definitive accounts, now turns to Colonel Tom Parker, the mysterious Svengali figure said to have made Presley's success possible, in
The Colonel and the King: Tom Parker, Elvis Presley and the Partnership that Rocked the World
.
He was neither a colonel nor a Parker, but a Dutch immigrant named Andreas van Kuijk, who entered the United States illegally when he was 20 years old, where he claimed he was American born, assumed a new identity and enlisted in the army.
In an era when immigration is yet again such a contentious powder keg, an illegal immigrant playing such an instrumental role in creating the Elvis phenomenon, which was arguably America's defining cultural export of the 20th century, is richly ironic.
Colonel Parker worked as a carny in a travelling circus and became inducted into the world of entertainment. He pioneered a gimmick called the Wedding on the Wheel, where he would visit a local courthouse and collect the names of every couple who had applied for a marriage licence. After choosing a couple at random, they were wed on a Ferris wheel and Parker procured them a dress, suit and a bridal suite from local businesses.
As a result of such early marketing masterclasses, Parker ended up working with Gene Austin and rejuvenated the prototype crooner's career. Seeking new challenges, the colonel expanded into management. Sun Studio founder Sam Phillips discovered Elvis, but Colonel Parker made him a superstar, steering him towards RCA Records and subsequently breaking every record in existence.
Presley sold a whopping 12 million records in 1956 alone and an Elvis song held the number one spot on either the pop, country or R&B charts for a staggering 80 weeks that year. His advice to Elvis at this thrilling, but terrifying juncture was three short words: 'Stay the course.'
Elvis Presley with his manager Colonel Tom Parker backstage before the singer appeared on the Ed Sullivan show, in New York in October 1956. Photograph: CBSNearly a half a century before the advent of social media, Presley's reputation was badly smirched by a baseless rumour claiming he had said: 'The only thing Negroes can do for me is buy my records and shine my shoes.'
Parker arranged for the star reporter of the black culture magazine, Jet, to come on to the set of Jailhouse Rock and interview Presley at length about his love of black artists and attending black churches in Memphis. The rumour subsided after the story was published.
While undeniably a damage-limitation exercise, Parker's actions appeared to be deeply sincere – he never forgot how an African American family cared for him as a young immigrant at a time when no one else seemed to care less.
Divided into two parts – Parker's story and a vast archive of letters – The Colonel and the King peels back the layers of myth, celebrity and the American dream, charting the giddy highs and sorrowful lows. Guralnick reveals Elvis was so stricken by grief following the sudden death of his mother that Parker looked after all the practicalities of the funeral and the acknowledgment of more than 100,000 condolence cards and letters from all over the world.
'While Elvis remained frozen in his grief, Colonel was just as clearly frozen in his inability to help the one person in the world he would have wanted to protect,' Guralnick writes.
Unlike most artist and manager relationships, Presley and Parker was a true partnership where profits were 50/50. Such a deal looks exploitative in the context of today's entertainment world, where the standard rate of managerial commission tends to be 20 per cent, but Parker stopped taking on other clients to focus all his time and energy into Elvis. Guralnick calls their relationship 'a unique confluences of forces'.
Often perceived as a cigar-chomping con man, The Colonel and the King presents a much more complex and nuanced picture. Photograph: NBCU Photo Bank/ NBCUniversal via Getty Images
All responsibilities regarding publicity, marketing, record and concert promotion were handled by Parker rather than being outsourced to other agencies, plus 50 per cent of his fee was reportedly pumped back into Elvis's business.
When dealing with Presley's tax liabilities – decades before Americans read George Bush snr's lips and voted for no more taxes – Colonel Parker said: 'Elvis and me got one job: to keep him in the 91 per cent bracket. It would be unpatriotic to go below that figure.'
Parker is often perceived as a cigar-chomping con man, but The Colonel and the King presents a much more complex and nuanced picture, which will contribute to the story of Elvis haunting popular culture forever.
Hashtags

Try Our AI Features
Explore what Daily8 AI can do for you:
Comments
No comments yet...
Related Articles


Irish Times
10 hours ago
- Irish Times
MasterChef 2025 review: The cursed 21st season has made it to air with all hint of flavour removed
If you think RTÉ has had a rocky few years, spare a thought for the BBC , which has suffered through a series of crises that put ' Tubsgate ' and other Montrose embarrassments in the shade. There was the furore over former Match of the Day presenter Gary Lineker's tweets about refugees . Then, a social media meltdown after the BBC's live Glastonbury coverage excluded Kneecap only to spotlight the far more incendiary Bob Vylan . And finally, the pièce de résistance – the radioactive fallout over complaints of inappropriate behaviour against matey MasterChef mainstay Gregg Wallace . He is now very much an ex-MasterChef mainstay after an independent report upheld 45 out of 83 complaints by 13 women who accused Wallace of inappropriate sexual language, cultural insensitivity and an incident of unwelcome physical contact. Joining him in the recycling bin is co-host John Torode – who was dropped for using 'racist language' in a social setting, of which he says he had 'no recollection'. In the normal course, such a litany of complaints would have seen any unaired material binned, never to see daylight. The problem with MasterChef (BBC One, 8pm) is that it isn't about the presenters but the contestants, who have slogged themselves silly to prove they are the best amateur cooks in Britain. Fair enough – cast Wallace and Torrode into the wilderness. But is it reasonable to chuck out the participants with them? Not everyone involved is delighted that the series is making it to air. One contestant, Sarah Shafi, felt strongly that the season should be canned – though in the end, the furthest the BBC would go was to edit her out of the opening episode, which she felt didn't go far enough. 'I didn't say edit me out,' Shafi said. 'I said: 'Axe the show, don't air the show. I'm asking you not to air the show.' Prominent figures have been abusing their power. What message does that send out to women? READ MORE 'For me, it's about the enabling environment. It's that complicity. Those individual powerful men do not [act] in isolation. There is an enabling environment, turning a blind eye … It's about years of these institutions not being accountable.' That's quite a starter course of controversy. But now the main dish – the first episode of the cursed 21st season has finally made it to the air, with Wallace and Torode present and correct, and the hopefuls (minus Shafi) toiling over their hobs. However, anyone tuning in hoping for a whiff of brimstone will be underwhelmed: the BBC has decided to take the sting out of MasterChef by expunging any suggestion of a pulse from proceedings They have done so by minimising Torode and Wallace's screen time and stripping away every trace of banter or bonhomie. They just stand there banging on about flavours and curries and the ticking clock: replace them with two of the masked guards from Squid Game and the experience would have been much the same. 'What do you want from this competition? Why are you here?' Wallace asks New Zealander Penelope early on in one of his few exchanges with the punters. Later, he exclaims… 'Indonesian curry… yeah! That's a crowd pleaser.' Torode says even less, and the hosts are pushed further into the background halfway through as three of 2024's finalists are brought on to help with the judging. [ What does the future hold for popular BBC show Masterchef? Opens in new window ] The Wallace scandal has placed the BBC in an impossible position. Canning MasterChef would have meant crushing the dreams of (most of) this year's contestants. But by airing it, it has left itself open to charges of minimising the accusations against the hosts. Its muddled middle way has been to trim the broadcast to remove all hint of flavour. What's left is a mealy, undercooked hodgepodge – as bland as over-boiled potatoes, and with all the thrill of a triple serving of Brussels sprouts.


Irish Times
13 hours ago
- Irish Times
London's most controversial restaurant, where the Irish chef takes only cash and has no website
The Yellow Bittern Address : 20 Caledonian Road, London, N1 9DU, England Telephone : 0044-2033422162 Cuisine : Irish Website : Cost : €€€ There's Burgundy by the glass for Bloomsday, and with it, a small Joycean crisis: could the food in Ulysses shape the menu too? A Gorgonzola sandwich seems unlikely, which leaves grilled mutton kidneys with 'a fine tang of faintly scented urine'. The Yellow Bittern, the 18-seater, lunch-only restaurant opened by Belfast-born chef Hugh Corcoran – which quickly became the most controversial restaurant in London – was just the sort of place to have this on the menu. Not long after it opened in late 2024, The Yellow Bittern triggered a storm. No card machine, no online booking, cash only. When Corcoran posted about diners treating the place like 'a public bench', a table of four nursing two mains and a single starter, some saw it as principled, others as combative. But it revealed something simpler – discomfort with a restaurant that asked for your presence. Corcoran runs the kitchen, drawing on six years of cooking in the Basque Country and four years in Paris. He owns the restaurant with two friends – Lady Frances von Hofmannsthal (née Armstrong-Jones), who looks after the room and also publishes Luncheon magazine, and Oisín Davies, who bakes the bread. READ MORE Lady Frances von Hofmannsthal and Hugh Corcoran. Photograph: Peter Flude/The New York Times Some rooms carry a feeling that goes beyond what's in them. It isn't just the colour on the walls – though here, it's the yellow of unsalted butter – or the light, which is soft and forgiving. It's something less visible. You cross the threshold and feel yourself ease. There are white paper tablecloths with small jars of loosely arranged rosebuds, buttercups and daisies. Pictures are mismatched – a map of Ireland, black-and-white prints of Samuel Beckett, Brendan Behan and Lenin – hung with casual care. The kitchen is visible from our table, the two chefs chatting quietly as they plate at the counter, a few pots, a single stove, and shelves of glassware. There's a gentleness to the room – as if someone had made it with the hope that you might read more Elizabeth David . A blackboard lists the day's dishes, written in cursive chalk beneath the date '16th June, 1904′. There's egg mayonnaise, ox tongue with green sauce, seafood chowder, hotpot, beef and parsnip pie for two, and three desserts. The Dublin Coddle has generated a lot of buzz. Photograph: Peter Flude/The New York Times There's no printed wine list – Corcoran pours what he loves, then talks you through it. It feels generous, not prescriptive. But it's a hot day, so it will be water (£4) and wine by the glass (£10) – a Savoie white, a cloudy Loire chenin, and a bright young Burgundy – all poured generously. [ Baba'de restaurant review: You won't eat like this anywhere else in Ireland Opens in new window ] Lunch begins with half-moons of boiled egg (£9), firm yolks just giving way, on a thick spoon of yellow mayonnaise. The mayonnaise tastes like it was made minutes before, and the eggs are cold – not chilled. It makes a strong case for the underrated brilliance of boiled eggs and emulsified fat. Waxy new potatoes – properly salted and cooked to a tender firmness – are tumbled with green peas and long stalks of watercress (£14), lightly dressed. We relax into the room, into its friendly blur of talk – a mix of tourists and regulars – as we wait for our mains. Corcoran is in deep conversation with a table for four, opening bottles he ordered with them in mind. The Yellow Bittern, located near London's King's Cross train station. Photograph: Peter Flude/The New York Times The seafood chowder (£20) reveals itself as quiet comfort, cloaked in herbs and cream: chunks of white fish and scallops, with greens and soft potato, all held in a butter-light sauce. The balance, the restraint, the seasoning – it speaks of someone who cooks with quiet precision and no urge to show off. The Lancashire hotpot (£25) appears. Slices of potato browned at the edges sit over pieces of tender lamb, carrots, peas and onions. The broth is thin but full of depth, slow-cooked with assurance. We order dessert, then Lady Frances reappears about 15 minutes later with an apology. The soufflé has not turned out as planned, they will not be serving it. Would we like something else? At the next table a spoon cracks the brûlée, its top evenly torched. But today feels like a day for strawberries (£9), a bowl of hulled berries lounging in a pool of red wine. For the most controversial restaurant in London, The Yellow Bittern is disarmingly lovely. There's no pretension. The pricing is honest, the wines are poured with generosity and a modest profit, and the people are kind. If this is radical – asking you to be present, to pay fairly, to take your time – then maybe we need more of it. Lunch for two with two bottles of water and three glasses of wine was £115 (€130). The verdict Just go. Book the 2pm sitting and have a glorious long lunch with your pals. Food provenance Henderson's fish and shellfish, Swale Dale beef, vegetables from Shrub and garden, and Mike's Fancy Cheese. Vegetarian options Limited. Wheelchair access No accessible room or toilet. Music None.


Irish Times
14 hours ago
- Irish Times
‘Astonishingly rare' first edition of The Hobbit sells at auction for nearly €50,000
A rare first edition of JRR Tolkien's The Hobbit that was found during a house clearance has sold at auction for £43,000 (€49,250). Bought by a private collector in the UK, the book is one of 1,500 original copies of the seminal fantasy novel that were published in 1937. Of those, only 'a few hundred are believed to still remain', according to the auction house Auctioneum, which discovered the novel without a dust cover on a bookcase at a home in Bristol. Bidders from around the world drove the price up by more than four times what the auction house expected. 'It's a wonderful result for a very special book,' said Caitlin Riley, Auctioneum's rare books specialist. 'Nobody knew it was there. It was just a run-of-the-mill bookcase. It was clearly an early Hobbit at first glance, so I just pulled it out and began to flick through it, never expecting it to be a true first edition.' The copy is bound in light green cloth and features black-and-white illustrations by Tolkien, who created his Middle-earth universe while a professor at the University of Oxford. The book was passed down in the family library of Hubert Priestley, a botanist connected to the university and the brother of the Antarctic explorer and geologist, Sir Raymond Edward Priestley. It is likely the men knew each other, according to Auctioneum, which said Priestley and Tolkien shared mutual correspondence with his fellow author CS Lewis, who was also at Oxford. [ Why does Lord of the Rings appeal to the radical right? Opens in new window ] Ms Riley added it was astonishingly rare to find a first edition in such good condition. 'Being a children's book, most of them have seen children's hands, children's colouring pens in some cases, so to have one that appears to be completely unread and never enjoyed is really, really astonishingly rare,' she told the BBC. The Hobbit, which was followed by The Lord of the Rings, has sold more than 100m copies and was adapted into a film trilogy in the 2010s. A first edition of The Hobbit with a handwritten note by Tolkien in Elvish, a family of fictional languages, sold for £137,000 at Sotheby's in 2015. - Guardian