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Newmarket Nights is an adrenaline-filled cocktail of fast action horseracing
followed by a pulsating open-air concert from well known bands and
artistes, starting as dusk falls.
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audience were in rapture... |
We went
along to see Blondie live on stage and managed to get an interview
with lead singer Ms Debbie Harry.
The band were running an hour and a half late (hey, it's 'rock 'n'
roll') so, we downed camera and recorder, then downed a few good Pimms!
Relaxing blissfully amongst the buzz and bustle of the races, we suddenly
got a 'now, now, now' call and had to canter like the wind to the
VIP suite where the band was being tethered, fed and watered.
We entered into the hub where the Blondie entourage was in full swing...kids
flying around like banshees, black t-shirted techies moving with purpose
and a Manager in a dark suit met us through the activity and swiftly
guided us to be seated to meet the Queen of r 'n' r, Ms Deborah Harry.
Debbie stepped out the dressing room and took her seat. She looked
good. She looked very good (and we were close up, sitting almost thigh
to thigh so we scrutinized hard!). The trademark hair was bobbed 'n'
blonde, the eyes catlike and alluring and the dress as scarlet as
the lips.
We were against the clock and so was Debbie as it was just half an
hour before she was due on stage but there, in the space of just 10
minutes, she gave an honest and frank insight to the whirlwind phoenix-like
return of a band called Blondie.
Harry exudes sexuality with bite - think Monroe with a flick knife.
There's a strong woman behind the kittenish sing-song voice that has
been there, done that and got a little bit burnt on the way. The first
time round for Blondie ended in the usual rows where the 'divide and
conquer' management style was king and sat unhappy with the band.
Harry then rocked off on her own to pursue a successful solo career
until, all prodigal-like, the band beckoned back and the business
of touring Blondie took over life once more.
This time
round, though, the 'dysfunctional family' (Harry's words) are an altogether
calmer bunch. The gruelling touring no longer results in explosive
outbursts and blistering break-ups and on the odd occasion when it
does, the peacekeeping role is shared and executed amongst the various
band members...it's all down to 'good management' apparently and the
fact that those die-hard ego's of the eighties have mellowed and melted
with time.
So, Debbie confirms that it's been good, no, better this time round.
The interview is punctuated with little laughs that escape unchecked
from a person who's wary and wise of eager journalists brandishing
a mic. The ever-watchful manager starts to move in from his watch-post
across the room. Debbie indulges us with one last revealing nugget
about herself, with a glint in her eye and a hint of a smile.
She leaves. We leave.
We take up our gloried position in the photo pit just a stone's throw
from the band and wait for the Blondie phenomenon to shake the stage
and unite the crowd. It happens. Debbie Harry, pretty demure and contained
in interview blasts on stage as 'Blondie'. The crowd go wild. Fiery,
passionate and with a voice that still screams rock 'n' roll, Ms Harry
and her band still rock.
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Debbie
Harry on the Osbornes, Horses and 
