Andy Partridge
Andy Partridge
Andrew John "Andy" Partridgeis an English singer, songwriter, and guitarist. He was a founding member, guitarist and chief songwriter of the pop/new wave band, XTC. He lives in Swindon, Wiltshire, where he was brought up...
ProfessionGuitarist
Date of Birth11 November 1953
CityMtarfa, Malta
australia became dad girlfriend pregnant straight terry
Terry went straight to Australia where he had a girlfriend and she got pregnant and had a baby. So he became a dad and they got married.
bars hated kid liked seeing smashed sort terry various
Terry said he had this new kid and his wife didn't want to live in England. He wanted to tour. He hated being in the studio. Terry liked seeing various bars the world over and getting smashed out of his brain. He was a sort of latent Keith Moon.
belonged bit clique hang london parties people
So it was a bit tricky, 'cause most of the people in London belonged to this London clique and we didn't. So we didn't go to parties or hang out.
ask classics ears music orchestra people record stuffed
People ask if we made this kind of record with an orchestra because of the classics and I say no, it's made up of the music I had stuffed into my ears as a kid,
album happening people response sync today
The response has been so good, a little frightening, I must say. I'm a little humbled. The album is out of sync with everything that's happening today and people say wow! It's different.
rain blood land
Other lands became a larder full of all the good things All we had to do was go and take Blood the colour of the rain that grew our wicked harvest Black the colour icing on our cake
singing doorways ships
Now that I'm out and I'm shouting in doorways Freed from a love more like murder I should be singing but in liberation Feel like a ship with no rudder.
weed dark blow
Reign of blows cascading down upon your shoulders Far too many men dressed up as soldiers The lamb is brought to the ground Under the weight of the Crown A crown of thorns and dark deeds The swastika and the hammer and sickle Are symbols that reap only weeds
rainy-day silent-films play
Ballet for a rainy day Silent film of melting miracle play Dancing out there through my window To the backdrop of a slow descending grey
queens clothes poison
Now that I can see it's the queen's new clothes Now that I can hear all your poison prose Now that I can talk with my tongue unfroze I'm not so sure of Santa or the buck tooth fairy There are no words for me inside your dictionary
school heart broken
Brain gets bent, heart gets broken You can't jump off once the pages turn School is out but never over That's the only lesson you can learn
appreciation growing-up kids
I'm a big kid. I never lost my childlike appreciation of things. Too many people lock it out and throw their toys away and say, okay, I'm gonna grow up and be grumpy and miserable and not think about the magical side of things anymore -- and I can't seem to stop doing that.
football hero scotland
I met Jack Bruce, one of my heroes, in a studio while doing some recording. England had just beat Scotland in a big football match and I saw Jack trying to break into this refrigerator in the lounge, drunk out of his brain, and I didn't know what to say.
touring pressured felt
I felt pressured by continuous touring.