Vivian Stanshall has an indisputable place among the Great English Eccentrics. I first met him at St. Martins School Of Art. He was part of the ban-the-bomb-bird raver subculture of trad jazz and Victoriana. The dumb commercial end was Acker Bilk; the Temperance Seven were smarter, but still a commercial novelty. Stanshall, however, was in the totally bizarre Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band, whose Dadaist jazz and Roger Ruskin Spear’s surreal robots made them unwitting precursors of steampunk.
Five years later, in 1967, The Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band performed the song Death Cab For Cutie in The Beatles’ Magical Mystery Tour. The Bonzos were already residents on the kids’ TV show Do Not Adjust Your Set and had appeared on Blue Peter. They came from the same post-Goon Show Petri dish as Monty Python’s Flying Circus. A year after their first album Gorilla, they actually made No.5 in the UK singles chart with I’m The Urban Spaceman (I Got Speed) that Lemmy swore was about him.
The Bonzos did two tours of the USA. The first, with The Who, raised mayhem levels but hardly made them American idols. After the second, they jacked it in. The Americans may have cottoned on to the dead parrot sketch, but My Pink Half Of The Drainpipe left them baffled.
Viv participated in two Bonzo reunions, one in 1972 and another in 1988, but the post Bonzo years were far from happy. He became a full-blown alcoholic and subject to bouts of major depression that were treated with Valium – with disastrous results. Mercifully, though, his creative output continued uninterrupted.
Before releasing his first solo album, Men Opening Umbrellas Ahead, in 1974, Viv recorded a voiceover for Mike Oldfield’s Tubular Bells and worked with Robert Calvert on his Captain Lockheed And The Starfighters project. Sessions with John Peel on Radio 1 developed his Sir Henry Rawlinson saga on the eccentricities of the Brit upper classes. The Rawlinson concept would mutate into two albums, a book, a film and, finally, a beer commercial.
Viv also released a non-Rawlinson solo album, Teddy Boys Don’t Knit. What might have come next is debatable. His work seemed to be drifting away from recorded music and more in the direction of radio, writing and film. Alas, Vivian Stanshall was found dead on March 6, 1995 after a fire at his Muswell Hill flat.
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This feature was originally published in Classic Rock issue 185, in May 2013