Skip to main content

Paul Reekie Obituary

Paul Reekie

Poet, Writer, Iconoclast; born January 23rd 1962; died June 2010

Paul Reekie, who has been found dead in his Edinburgh flat aged 48, was regarded by anyone who knew him as a living legend. This was the case whether sharing a record with Joy Division, publishing a novella in Children of Albion Rovers, Rebel Inc’s seminal 1996 collection of Scotland’s underground literati, or sharing stages and wild times with an iconoclastic social circle who would change popular culture forever.

Where peers such as Irvine Welsh and Alan Warner were courted by major publishers, Reekie published little and remained on the margins, a classic literary outsider. Reekie’s influence, however, was as immeasurable as the larger than life persona that made him a garrulous, often unpredictable but never dull presence. Yet beneath the edgy bonhomie there lay a fiercely astute intellect that could go off on any number of diverse tangents. There were too, it seems, more than a few demons that have finally caught up with him.

Reekie grew up in Leslie, Fife, where he discovered books via his father’s job at the local paper factory. Reekie moved to Edinburgh aged sixteen, attending Leith Nautical College where he trained to be a radio officer. He lived in a seaman’s mission, having acquired papers claiming he was working for BP and was waiting on a ship. When BP sold off its merchant fleet, however, the game was up.

By that time, punk had happened. Reekie became president of the Scottish branch of the Subway Sect fan club, and formed his own band, Thursdays. With Reekie on vocals and bass, Thursdays shared bills and attitudes with the likes of The Fall and local contemporaries, Fire Engines and The Scars.

In 1979 Thursdays recorded two songs for Earcom 2, a compilation EP released by Bob Last’s Fast Product label, which also featured Joy Division and Basczax. Thursdays featured one original, Perfection, alongside a remarkable cover of Otis Redding’s (Sittin On) The Dock of the Bay. Still only seventeen, Reekie’s unique vocal sounds fragile and mournfully world-weary.

Reekie hooked up with Mark Perry’s Good Missionaries project, and toured with The Pop Group. He released a solo single, Lovers, and started a cassette label, I.D. Reekie’s public debut as a man of letters came in 1983, when he gave a lecture at Edinburgh University entitled Towards A Royal Arch Built From Broken Ribs.

Reekie would find his full voice in the early 1990s, when he began taking part in a series of Monday night readings in the back room of Edinburgh’s Antiquary bar. Sporting flying hat and ski goggles, Reekie would read epics that would later appear in the 1993 Rebel Inc pamphlet, Zap – You’re Pregnant, or else extemporise on why Miles Davis was a better bass player than trumpeter. In 1992 Kevin Williamson’s Rebel Inc magazine championed Reekie’s singular genius as both writer and performer.

In 1994, Reekie’s poem, When Caesar's Mushroom is in Season, appeared at the frontispiece of Welsh’s 1994 book, The Acid House, and in 1996 the two authors read at a Rebel Inc Hogmanay event across three floors of Edinburgh’s Traverse Theatre. By that time, Reekie’s novella, Submission, had appeared alongside work by Welsh, Warner, Gordon Legge, Laura Hird and James Meek in Children of Albion Rovers. Written in the first-person, Submission’s contents caused a former partner of Reekie’s to threaten legal action. Publishers Canongate withdrew the book until a heavily edited version was released.

Reekie would go on to appear at the Yellow Café literary nights, and in 1999 supported Nick Cave in Princes Street Gardens. In 2002, Reekie guest-starred on Subway Sect founder Vic Godard’s album, Sansend. No more new fiction or poetry appeared, although Reekie is known to have written constantly inbetween attending Hibs games, reading Noel Coward or listening to free jazz and reggae. In 2007, Lovers appeared on an American compilation of DIY music from Scotland recorded between 1977-81. It is imperative now that Reekie’s unpublished archive should be similarly compiled, and his maverick visions of rebellious joy released to a wider public.

The Herald, June 14th 2010

ends

Comments

Jackie Rogers said…
DWP aren't fit for purpose governments don't care about anyone but themselves they know for a fact that harsh policies are connected to suicides there's enough proof out there

Popular posts from this blog

Losing Touch With My Mind - Psychedelia in Britain 1986-1990

DISC 1 1. THE STONE ROSES   -  Don’t Stop 2. SPACEMEN 3   -  Losing Touch With My Mind (Demo) 3. THE MODERN ART   -  Mind Train 4. 14 ICED BEARS   -  Mother Sleep 5. RED CHAIR FADEAWAY  -  Myra 6. BIFF BANG POW!   -  Five Minutes In The Life Of Greenwood Goulding 7. THE STAIRS  -  I Remember A Day 8. THE PRISONERS  -  In From The Cold 9. THE TELESCOPES   -  Everso 10. THE SEERS   -  Psych Out 11. MAGIC MUSHROOM BAND  -  You Can Be My L-S-D 12. THE HONEY SMUGGLERS  - Smokey Ice-Cream 13. THE MOONFLOWERS  -  We Dig Your Earth 14. THE SUGAR BATTLE   -  Colliding Minds 15. GOL GAPPAS   -  Albert Parker 16. PAUL ROLAND  -  In The Opium Den 17. THE THANES  -  Days Go Slowly By 18. THEE HYPNOTICS   -  Justice In Freedom (12" Version) 1. THE STONE ROSES    Don’t Stop ( Silvertone   ORE   1989) The trip didn’t quite start here for what sounds like Waterfall played backwards on The Stone Roses’ era-defining eponymous debut album, but it sounds

Edinburgh Rocks – The Capital's Music Scene in the 1950s and Early 1960s

Edinburgh has always been a vintage city. Yet, for youngsters growing up in the shadow of World War Two as well as a pervading air of tight-lipped Calvinism, they were dreich times indeed. The founding of the Edinburgh International Festival in 1947 and the subsequent Fringe it spawned may have livened up the city for a couple of weeks in August as long as you were fans of theatre, opera and classical music, but the pubs still shut early, and on Sundays weren't open at all. But Edinburgh too has always had a flipside beyond such official channels, and, in a twitch-hipped expression of the sort of cultural duality Robert Louis Stevenson recognised in his novel, Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, a vibrant dance-hall scene grew up across the city. Audiences flocked to emporiums such as the Cavendish in Tollcross, the Eldorado in Leith, The Plaza in Morningside and, most glamorous of all due to its revolving stage, the Palais in Fountainbridge. Here the likes of Joe Loss and Ted Heath broug

Carla Lane – The Liver Birds, Mersey Beat and Counter Cultural Performance Poetry

Last week's sad passing of TV sit-com writer Carla Lane aged 87 marks another nail in the coffin of what many regard as a golden era of TV comedy. It was an era rooted in overly-bright living room sets where everyday plays for today were acted out in front of a live audience in a way that happens differently today. If Lane had been starting out now, chances are that the middlebrow melancholy of Butterflies, in which over four series between 1978 and 1983, Wendy Craig's suburban housewife Ria flirted with the idea of committing adultery with successful businessman Leonard, would have been filmed without a laughter track and billed as a dramady. Lane's finest half-hour highlighted a confused, quietly desperate and utterly British response to the new freedoms afforded women over the previous decade as they trickled down the class system in the most genteel of ways. This may have been drawn from Lane's own not-quite free-spirited quest for adventure as she moved through h