James McCarraher

I am possibly one of the younger fans from SAILOR's earlier career. I am 33 now, but the one and only time I saw them was in 1975 on the 'Trouble' tour when I was just 8 years old.

The story goes that my Mother couldn't find a baby-sitter for me, so off I went with Mum and her boyfriend Graham (now my Step-father) to see this wonderful band at Bournemouth Winter Gardens on the south coast.
I recall at the time knowing Glass of Champagne and most of the tracks from 'Trouble' as Mum often played the album.
The support I remember were fairly entertaining. They were a young band called AlphAlpha. There then followed a long wait with roadies repeatedly testing the microphones as there were problems with the sound. I recall looking around as we waited and seeing teenage girls sporting anchors on their faces like Georg.
Eventually, and I believe about two hours late, SAILOR took to the stage. I recall being absolutely dazzled by the orange flashing lights which framed the stage and the wonderful set.
We were sat in the stalls, about half way down the left hand side of the Theatre, which provided a great view of the Nickleodeon and I recall laughing at Henry and his antics with the drum, which was positioned at the end of the Nickleodeon. I think he had fun getting the timing right between bashing the drum and returning to the keyboards.
I was itching to hear Glass of Champagne and when they finished the show without playing it I was so disappointed. But, this being my first concert, I didn't know bands left the best to last, and they played it as part of their encore.

> From that night onwards, I was devoted to the band and none of that magic has gone today. I still feel that they are the most gifted and special band and I shall take immense pleasure in introducing their glorious sound to my daughter in years to come.

James McCarraher
2nd June 2000

Book: "A Glass Of Champagne - The Official SAILOR Story"

"A Glass Of Champagne - The Official SAILOR Story" is an independent assessment of SAILOR's history which has been exhaustively and lovingly researched and written by James McCarraher, with the full, frank and unbridled co-operation of the four founder members Georg Kajanus, Henry Marsh, Phil Pickett and Grant Serpell, current torch-bearers Peter Lincoln and Rob Alderton as well as past members, Gavin and Virginia David.
The book was released in June 2004. Lavishly illustrated with over 120 photographs (mostly unpublished!), bound in hard back, running to 352 pages and limited to just 500 copies worldwide, this sought after gem is selling out quickly.
With contributions from Georg Kajanus, Phil Pickett, Henry Marsh, Grant Serpell, Peter Lincoln, Rob Alderton, Gavin and Virginia David, Jeffrey Lesser, Bruce Johnston, Dee Dee Wilde, Steve Levine, Robert Wace, Tim Dry, Ron Altenbach, Sir Cliff Richard and Jeremy Irons.
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Review: SAILOR in Linz (Austria) 26 September 2003:

I was very fortunate to be a guest of SAILOR on their trip to Austria last weekend to witness one of their most compelling performances in a very long time, made all the more amazing by the fact none of the band had gained more than a few hours sleep in the previous 24 hours. The purpose of my trip was to witness SAILOR on tour in the 21st Century' as a prelude to the forthcoming SAILOR Biography.
In front of an audience of 5,000 enthusiastic Austrians, SAILOR took to the stage and comprehensively stole the show. The crowd roared the band on in a manner which far exceeded the manic days of the Seventies, when I witnessed SAILOR live in England. The band responded to the enthusiasm and warmth of the crowd by throwing themselves in to the set with every ounce of available energy. They ripped through 'Champagne' and without pausing to draw breath, hammered out a string of hits including 'Girls', 'Shakespeare' (with a creative new intro for the land of 'Mozart' played by Rob) and 'The Secretary'. 45 minutes were over in the blink of an eye and the set was wrapped up with the 'Full Monty' routine witnessed on the DVD.
SAILOR left the stage to the sound of a hungry crowd desperate for more of the same. The four figures slumped in the dressing room after the show told a story. Exhausted but exhilarated, they had given their very best and the audience knew it!
Back in the Arena, the audience clambered five deep around the merchandise stall, looking for souvenirs of the show. The complete sell out of SAILOR CDs was a testament to the affection in which the band are still held.
Copyright by James McCarraher, 30 September 2003

photo  by James McCarraher
James together with Rob

photo  by James McCarraher
James together with Peter

And yet another Austria-review by James from the Journal Of The Institute Of Legal Executives:

On the Road with SAILOR
by James McCarraher F.Inst.L.Ex.
One very hot day this summer, while I was perusing a particularly mind-boggling lease, my thoughts drifted away to those halcyon days of childhood by the coast in Hythe.
1976 was quite possibly the most memorable year of my young life. It was, after all, the hottest year on record and my beloved Southampton F.C had won the FA Cup. To cap an amazing year, my mother had taken me to the Bournemouth Winter Gardens to see an eclectic group of musicians, ‘SAILOR’.
I was amazed by what I saw. The lead singer, a Norwegian Prince, played a plethora of instruments, which included a harp and a charango (a kind of highly strung, hollowed-out armadillo). Henry Marsh and Phil Pickett played an outrageous instrument, dubbed the Nickelodeon, which consisted of two back-to-back Kemble pianos, rigged to accommodate synthesisers and a glockenspiel. Henry played the treble side and Phil the bass... ! And their drummer, Grant Serpell, perched behind a 1920s style drum kit. It was surreal.
I was to see them again. Last year, ‘SAILOR’ was performing in High Wycombe so I made a pilgrimage to see them there. Marsh and Kajanus had moved on, their positions taken by Peter Lincoln and Rob Alderton but Pickett and Serpell remained. It seemed that such was the timelessness of the music it could be played by any collection of talented musicians. The Nickelodeon remained, modernised for transportation purposes.
Not long after this, I found myself writing their official biography. Striving to write a balanced and fair account of their turbulent history, I approached each member in turn (both past and present) and recorded somewhere near 100 hours of interviews. When the work neared completion, I was surprised to receive an e-mail from Phil Pickett with a very unusual offer.
"Would you like to come to Austria with us, as an honorary roadie? We’re playing in Linz..."
How could I refuse?
Standing among them at Stansted Airport at on a Friday morning, I wondered whether this was such a smart idea. As I looked at their faces, I realised that I was very much the odd one out. These were all hardened musos, musicians who had travelled the world and entertained anything up to 25,000 people at a time. They lived life in the fast lane! And here was I, a humble lawyer, clutching a snare drum and masquerading – badly – as a hardened roadie, and fooling no one!
Upon our arrival at Salzburg Airport, we were whisked off in a people carrier to the city of Linz. I opened the car window and gulped in the fresh air, clearing the muck of Surrey from my lungs. Everyone slept except me. I was too excited and didn’t want to miss a thing.
We arrived at Linz in an insanely quick time and were deposited at the four star Landgraf Hotel, by the Danube. I was taken aback by the sheer opulence, but everyone else took it in their stride. Being a local government lawyer, the luxurious trappings of full time rock star were obviously well beyond my ken!
To my surprise, everyone retired to bed for a few hours, prior to meeting for lunch. I was still too excited to rest, so took a long walk, returning to find glasses charged in the bar. We enjoyed a hearty lunch together before being hurried over to a brand new stadium on the far side of a mountain in Linz.
To my disappointment, there followed two hours of waiting, whilst the sound and lights were rigged. We grew quietly bored as we sat and watched, whilst Phil and Grant signed autographs for a few fans.
It was an amazing feeling when I was issued with my ‘Access All Areas’ pass – a piece of laminated plastic on a cord that I had coveted at so many concerts in my youth. It meant just what it said – I could go anywhere in the building during the show – even the stage – unchallenged.
It was nearly 5 o’clock by the time the band were allowed on stage and the sound check took just 15 minutes before we were whisked back to the hotel to freshen up before the show.
Half an hour later, we were taken back to the venue. There was a buzz in the dressing room as the band changed in to their stage clothes. Beer and rolls were consumed as we chatted and laughed. Last minute details about the set list were exchanged before the ominous knock at the door. They were on!
In front of an audience of 5,000 enthusiastic Austrians, SAILOR took to the stage. The crowd roared them on in a manner which far exceeded the manic days of the ‘Seventies, when I witnessed them first time around. The band responded to the enthusiasm and warmth of the crowd by throwing themselves in to their music with every ounce of available energy. They ripped through their hits, including 'A Glass of Champagne' and 'Girls Girls Girls' and after a thumping set, left the stage to the sound of a hungry crowd desperate for more of the same.
The four figures slumped in the dressing room after the show told a story. Drained but exhilarated, they had given of their very best and the audience knew it!
Back at the hotel, we celebrated with fine wine and succulent Austrian cuisine. By midnight, I was exhausted, and making my excuses, headed for my bed. The band looked fresh from their experience and dug in for a long night. Now I knew why they paced their long days! That night, I slept well, elated by this strange new experience, glad to have had a peak through the window of an incredible profession and wondering whether they would accept an offer to join me at my desk for a day!

James, Katrin and Karsten at the SAILOR show in High Wycombe (UK) - 16 November 2002

photo  by Katrin Wagner
James, Katrin and the new SAILOR book...

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