In memoriam Les Gray

Slightly more definite prognosis for the new book: should start the editing process soon with an eye on a May 2011 publication date. To mark its approach, here’s one I read (and sang, God love us!) at the Derwent Poetry Festival last weekend.

Published, if memory serves, in Poetry Ireland Review some years back, it’s an elegy of sorts for Les Gray, the lead singer of 70s ted-revivalists Mud.

In memoriam Les Gray

All my lovin’, all my kissin’, you don’t know
what you’ve been missin’
. You started out
in The Mourners, and ended your days
en route to a Glasgow comeback uh
huh huh and throat cancer. It breaks
my 1974 heart. The fun’s over, the fun’s
been over for thirty years, its loss felt
more keenly with every reunion tour.
Finally, each of us is his own tribute
band, a cover version of his greatest hits.
The coffin-dodgers sing That’s right that’s right
that’s right that’s right that’s right that’s right that’s right
Bury us all in our brothel creepers,
our hair anachronistic, our trousers tight.


About Martin Mooney

Author of four collections of poetry - Grub (1993), Rasputin and his Children (2000), Blue Lamp Disco (2003) and The Resurrection of the Body at Killysuggen (2011.)
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One Response to In memoriam Les Gray

  1. Hugh says:

    Intrestingly his Wikipedia entry concludes with the words:
    ‘He died on 21 February 2004, of a heart attack, whilst fighting throat cancer’, and he worked for Moss Bros.

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