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Imagine that you could be in several places at the same time. Imagine that you also happened to be where it all went down. Makes you sound like God or the Devil, doesnt it? Well, lets not take it quite that far, even though this veiled in mystery-man almost seems like something out of a fairytale. I am very honoured and lucky to get this exclusive first interview with a man very few people know about. Someone whos probably one of the most prolific figures in the music industry, and someone whos had his fingers in every youth culture thats come around in the last thirty years. ............................................................ .................................................... 1962: Due to a minor back injury, the Duke of Durley II is hospitalized for a month, and in agreement with his wife their nine-year-old son Rupert is being left in the caring hands of friends Mr. and Mrs. Wyatt of Canterbury. Coincidently, at the same time a youngster by the name of Daevid is staying at the Wyatt-house, and, coincidently, at the same time the Wyatts are obliged to attend to a social gathering taking place in Scotland. As a repayment for free accommodation, their lodger offers to look after the boy. However, Daevid is a restless soul and Paris fine arts only a stones throw away. Three days after the Wyatts departure, Rupert finds himself in a bar on Rue de Rivoli. Caught in between two naked performers poring milk over themselves, you could easily take pity on him, but anyone that looks close enough can discern a slight smile on his face. ............................................................ ..................................................... 1968: Berliner Akademie der Künste has never seen such a natural talent; at fifteen Bartholomew has already accomplished a master degree and managed to co-operate the art with the music; the small underground club Teenage your Punk ME Sluts is a success. Nine year older Edgar, an excellent guitar- and keyboard player graduating the same year, has taken young Bartholomew under his wings and is, along with band members Klaus and Conrad, happy to provide some live electronic avant-garde rock every other Friday. When Tangerine Dream six years later signs for recently established Virgin, Bartholomew is already in London as Richard Bransons advisor. Cause lets face it, anyone that comes up with distributing The Faust Tapes and placing it on the lists by selling each copy for 48 pence, should be rewarded. Once a Berlin affair, always a kraut affair. ............................................................ .................................................... 1975: Sex Pistols has just finished their first gig and last note of the Monkees Stepping Stone at St. Martins School of Art in London. From the back of the venue a young man, referring to himself as Bart, comes up towards the stage, takes a smelly Johnny Rotten to the side and starts talking. Whats being said is unknown to anyone else but the two, but Rottens eyes has never before been sparkling with such radiant glow. A year later Anarchy in the UK hits the charts and McLaren and Vivienne is seen outside Sex sharing a bottle of Chivas Regal with a fancy furred-up Mr. B. ............................................................ .................................................... 1984: On a train from Glasgow to London, leaving The Pastels and The Jasmine Minks gig behind, five young men are talking about the future of music to come whilst the outside landscape rushes by. Across the carriage someone suddenly pulls the emergency stop. Why is forever hidden in uncertainty, but the outcome the more famous the trains struggle with g-force culminates in a noisy squeak, as Bobby, Vince, Joe and the Reid-brothers reach enlightment: feedback! Nobody is happier about this than Alan, who can now feed both Creation and The Living Room with the oncoming C-86ers. Not to mention Vince, whose dream of experiencing destructive noise comes true a few years later when My Bloody Valentine, in the wake of Primal Scream and The Jesus and Mary Chain, crack eardrums at the West Indian Club in Southampton. ............................................................ ..................................................... 1988: In the clubs of Manchester a young man is selling pot to be able to finance his first recording. On a particularly misty night he is nearly run down by a stylish looking driver in his mid-thirties, and as a repentance the latter offers to buy the mans entire stash. In the summer of 89 Gerald Simpson is found behind the decks at The Hacienda as the crowd goes wild to the sound of Voodoo Ray. Shaun and Bez, jolly as can be on a night like this, gives the ol mate Vincy a high-five for doing the right thing a year ago. ............................................................ ..................................................... 1995-2005: Vince Casino appears in Athens, Georgia, hanging out with old friends Kate and Fred in the love shack. Keeps Kindercore afloat for a while longer, giving Bill Doss a sunshine fix after the demise of the Olivia Tremor Control. Boosts up the turn over at the 40 Watt Club with his mere presence. Vince is spotted in France, Sweden and England. Spins decks with acid jazz and pre-big beat at The Bubblegum Factory in Brighton and PPQs Happiness Stans in London. Starts The Electronic Watusi Boogaloo Recording Company and signs Oh Polo, Mains Ignition and Biowire. Writes the smashing Happiness, a splendid fusion of easy listening and drum n bass, together with Biowire for Babalu. The EWB-releases result in the worldwide selling album Just another taste of Electronic Watusi Boogaloo. Starts The Ultra Wide Band, a pre-edition of theMLF. Runs clubs Solution and Ultra Wide Nights in Sweden along with Vibrafon boss. Involved in Sleeping Flies. Starts The Music Liberation Front Sweden. Launches the new label-release Bootleg Malmö at the club The Preparty Continues. ............................................................ ................................................... 2006: Vince Casino is back on German ground, with the new multi-label Dirty Patches headquarters situated in central Berlin, as well as several of the attached artists: Phooey, Immigrant, Ved, S.ODEN and Bark, and along with them a number of albums and singles. The six part TV-show And Another Stories, a rich blend of music and incoherent celebration of life altering encounters, is a hit before even released. The Dirty Patches fanzine, taking music literature back to punk values, is released. And last, but not least; like Warhol sponsored the Velvets, Vince Casino is behind documenting and supporting the new Dirty Patches-band, yet unnamed to keep its privacy. But when its on, youll know its on. So, what about back in the days, when it all started? ............................................................ ...................................................... In the autumn of 1952, the Duke of Durley II sat down for an afternoon cup of tea at fellow Duke Philips mansion in the rural neighbourhood. The young maid serving them was in the Dukes mind a marvel of perfection; tits like freshly baked cinnamon rolls and her behind so firm you could bounce a tennis ball against it. Not to mention those deep blue eyes, almost like her name; Violet. It was safe to say the interest was mutual nine months later a boy was born and for the first time Vincent Bartholomew Rupert Casinos III, whose ancestors can be traced back to the roman invasion of England, saw the light of day. Vinces parents, more alike gypsies than members of the European upper-class, were constantly travelling around and with a lot of time for extravagant socialising but less for their only child, they decided he would be better off in a safer environment. At age ten, after the Daevid-incident, Vince was sent to boarding school. Two years later him and Andy Partridge would be the first pupils to make a song in music-class, naturally with the outcome of an A+. ............................................................ ................................................... The contemporary Vince Casino at first sight appears as something out of a 20s film, dressed in a pinstripe suit and a black hat sloping down over his forehead; to get eye contact with him is a vain mission. The scene is dampened by a light cigar fog and you find yourself wondering were Garbo is. Currently on a short holiday in Paris, hes asked me to meet him at his private club since a certain amount of commotion would have been likely to occur if hed left his house on this very day. His grand apartment is situated in direct access to the members only-lounge, and the night before rumours have been circulating about him and media-shy, French actress Catherine Deneuve. However, being arrested in a public toilet with George Michael, one would assume his sexual interests lied in his fellow brothers, but Vince replies as he spins his glass of scotch three times before drinking: I was just curious about what was going on, and happened to be at the wrong place the wrong time. I dont care for either men or women, but I am prone to a bit of voyeurism. Always surrounded by beautiful women, and admitting that he sometimes likes to get involved in sexual games, he still claims his privates stay completely numb at all times. My parents had a very liberal view on sexuality and would with todays language been known as swingers. If I may say so without offending anyone, hence my asexuality. And regarding Catherine, rumours is part of my daily life and it doesnt become me. The walls bear a scattered selection of surrealist paintings, mainly showing distorted children. As I try to get the conversation in on family matters, Vince gets reticent. My parents are dead and buried, and I see no reason to go over it though I loved them dearly. Ive always felt a stronger connection with my great uncle PG Wodehouse, with whom I shared too many unfortunate childhood experiences. My life was never really about family relations, it was about friends and art and still is. Like Malcolm, though when he first mentioned Sex Pistols I thought they were yesterdays news. However, hes a good old chap, so I backed him up. Its obvious Im not getting anywhere with being nosy around private issues, and it becomes even more so when Vince claps his hands and hereby switches on the stereo; a wild stream of mixed genres flow out together and its hard to hear him over the noise. But Im catching the drift and let him stir the discussion onto the Great Passion. Imagine the best sex youve ever had and multiply it with a thousand. To me the ability of sound is that mistress, and when all those little features synchronize you just cant help getting in the mood. It always makes me a bit aroused listening to a well-performed gritty piece. I ask him to tell me about the forthcoming year with Dirty Patches, but hes somewhat an interviewers nightmare. I stand behind the label, and run it when I feel like it, but naturally I have people working for me. And I prefer not to talk about the individual projects, the art will speak for it self to the ones who deserve being spoken to. Fancy a cup of tea? He turns around in his armchair and reaches for a string hanging down from the ceiling. If you need anything that the maid can provide, just ring the bell. He explains with childlike enthusiasm that each room is connected to an 18th century copper-bell in the basement kitchen, and in this way, he will always have access to the necessities in case of a major power cut, necessities being the maid, the food and the drinks. For his music- and film equipment there is of course an emergency generator. Somewhere along the way the maid must have entered the room and served us, but this has slipped my attention and Vince is already sipping away on his tea. I have always prefered tea to any other drinks, the possibilities are endless. Have you tried it with a tiny bit of acid? With alcohol you tend to lose your mind slightly. Some years ago we had a big dj playing at one of the clubs, out of consideration I wont mention his name. Unfortunately he got so drunk that he had to throw up. I felt sorry for him since he was constantly apologising, so it ended up with me telling him everyone does it and I threw up myself to make him feel better. Which he did and got back on stage. It always makes me happy though, being able to help friend in need. And this is one of those moments. In the autumn of 94 the Stockholm-tabloids are going wild a girl has been found dead in a hotel bathroom, and this particular room has been object for an afterparty to Brainpools gig at Gino. The boys get off the hook, supposedly with the help of the penthouse-guest at the same hotel, a certain Mr. Casino, at the time engaged in a little get-together with friends Mick Jagger and Johannes Brost. Whether the matter comes to nothing due to Casinos acquaintances within the police force, or connections in the underworld, is a topic of speculation. This is one of those moments and Im just one of those people who love to shoot themselves in the leg, so hey, I tell him Id like to know what kind of help he provided for his friends that time. Ask a stupid question and youll get a stupid answer. Youre a smart girl, figure it out. Vince has turned into a dandy gangster and Im the dirt on his spats. Before I know it, hes excused himself to see a man about a horse, and he disappears through a no longer secret door behind the shelf. Thirty minutes later Im starting to feel like I need to see that man with the horse myself. When the full hour has passed I decide to call the maid. As I pull the string it breaks, but Viola is there in an instant and informs me that Vince has gone to New York for the weekend, but Im more than welcome to make myself feel at home. Being at home has never felt more harrowing; I ask Viola to set me up with a dubble vodka./ Penny Chaser ____________________________________________________________ _____ ..This profile was edited with Thomas' myspace editor™ V2.5
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