The Nic of Time #4: Boy George & Culture Club: The Japanese Whisky Advert, 1983
They say never meet your heroes. Fine. Point taken. Could this be the day when Nic says, "Never meet famous people who have sold a lot of records, and this is the day you have to work with them"?π€·ββοΈ
βThe Nic of Timeβ: Periodic short excerpts edited and βcarefully adornedβ from the original essays by early-β80βs Trident Studios/London assistant engineer,
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In our last episode, we had a peek into the studio when Nic worked with legendary Bowie producer, Tony Visconti in 1983:
Today, I can tell by Nicβs open datebook itβs a Thursday, later in 1983:
Nic, stifling a yawn, begins the story: On this day, I was more like thirty or forty minutes late for work, and the recording session had already started.
I was supposed to have been at the studio early to assist the more-than-competent producer/engineer, Steve Levine, set up for recording a Japanese Whisky (I think, could have been just straightforward Sake) commercial.
But, because I was late, my boss Tony Taverner (below), had stepped in to help Steve. At this point, still hungover, I wasnβt sure who the client was; I just knew the producer was Steve Levine.
However, I instantly recognized the client and the song that was being modified for this Japanese commercial. It was Culture Club, and their hit song, βDo You Really Want To Hurt Me.β
Similarly, the year before, Culture Club music was used for the 1982 Japan-TV ad for Suntori Hot Whiskey. This particular ad featured a rare, edited version of the Culture Clubβs βMystery Boyβ:
Now, I had to somehow join the session as seamlessly as possible, without causing any disruption for the client.
My solution was very English: I decided to go to the client lounge, make a huge pot of tea, and take it into the studio control room on a tray full of mugs, milk, sugar and biscuits (aka cookies in U.S.) as nonchalantly as I could.
Tray in hand, I snuck through the studio control room door.
As casually as I could, trying my hardest just to blend in, I stooped to put the tray down on a low table next to the sofa at the back of the control room.
Suddenly the music stopped. Total silence.
I looked up.
My boss, Tony, was looking at me very disapprovingly. Steve Levine was also looking at me, and he was not pleased.
Everybody else in the room was looking at me, in particular Boy George, staring, mouth all pouty, totally dressed up to the nines, with the hat, the hairband, the long hair, the plaits, the colourful top, baggy trousers, etc etc.
I gave it my best shot, tried to gloss over my very late entrance, and confidently addressed everybody in the room with my question: βAnybody want a cup of tea?β
To which Boy George, like lightning, very loudly responded, βOnly if you stir it with your dick!β And burst into fits of giggly laughter, along with everyone else (just not so giggly)β¦
I wasnβt happy.
Cheeky big-pouty-mouthed fucker! Anyway, already, less than a minute into the session, through the haze of my hangover, I saw red, and seriously contemplated decking the client, which probably would not be the most professional of responses.
So, I bit my lip instead, and laughed it off. But, lesson learned! Donβt be late!
However, just imagine that situation happening today, in 2024β¦ Basically, I donβt think it could! Not without litigation over sexual harassment in the workplace!
Back then, in 1983β¦.it was just another day at the office.
This was HILARIOUS. I can't get over the brilliance of the story itself and how well it is presented. Interestingly Boy George's response to Nic's very English attempt was also very English, in a way. What I mean by this is the powerful use of humour, which is embedded into our DNA.
I can imagine Nic must have felt uncomfortable but he took it really well. In a sense, that comment saved him from the humiliation of being told off for being late in front of everyone, and it probably helped ease at least some of the tension.
Hilarious from every single point of view. I do miss those times even though I wasn't even born in 1983!
I must confess I had an intense dislike of pop music in the mid-to-late 80s. Probably had something to do with MTV.
Then again, I'm terribly myopic about music. Mea culpa. That's why I need to read good stuff like this, Nic and Brad. Thanks.