Terry Hall RIP
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Richardvanles
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didn’t see that one coming. R.I.P 
Birstallblue
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So sad
Cliftonroad
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. RIP and thanks for the memories
Collibosher
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Fucking gutted
Southwiggy
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Christ can't believe this news. RIP Rude Boy.
Rodneyfernsfeet
We must be in heaven man
Will playing the Specials on the I pod today,RIP
SemperEadem
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One of the good guys
wints
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My first ever gig was the Two-Tone Tour at De Mont in 1979. Madness, The Selector and The Specials. I got to see them a number of times afterwards too.
The music of The Specials was socially aware and a massive influence on me as a teenage kid, and the lyrics were so relevant to that time, although the might also apply today. RIP Terry and thanks for the memories.
The music of The Specials was socially aware and a massive influence on me as a teenage kid, and the lyrics were so relevant to that time, although the might also apply today. RIP Terry and thanks for the memories.
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Amazing - what a line-up right there.
Outfoxed
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A nice story from twitter.
Me and some pals have an occasional covers band - weddings, parties, anything. Due to all of us having worked in 'the biz' we've brought in some powerful ringers to sing with us over the years...
James Bradfield, Tim Burgess, Lila Moss, Suggs, The Magic Numbers, Edwyn Collins. Even - no shit - Chas & Dave. Anyway, some years back, maybe 2008, we wind up doing a Guilty Pleasures gig at Hackney Empire for our friend Sean Rowley...
Suggs is doing 'Love is In The Air' and Terry Hall is doing 'Islands In The Stream' with Cerys Matthews. Suggs and Terry both come to rehearsals on the same day. Now this is quite a trip for us, watching these guys do their numbers in front of each other...
Terry is lovely and sweet and vulnerable as he deadpans through the Kenny Rogers part while Cerys - as you'd imagine - gives it hell as Dolly. Suggs isn't one for over-rehearsing and contaminating our purity, so after a bit we go across the road to the pub.
Suggs and Terry are hilarious together: constantly sniping and barbing at each other, ribbing over poor singles, bad chart positions etc. Not only can they both seemingly remember every commercial detail of each other's careers, they're not shy of taking the piss about it...
Two heavyweights with very different styles obv: Suggs, as the pints go down, voluble, verbose, coming out swinging. Terry, much quieter, but deadly and sarky. But after a bit, Suggs makes quite a heartfelt wee speech about how, piss taking aside, he's always rated Terry...
and what a magical time they had in the late 70s and early 80s. And at least they both had a no 1 single BITD, eh? With this Suggs heads off to get another round in. Terry watches him go fondly. A beat of perfect comic timing and then Terry turns to the table...
He holds out a cupped hand on either side of him, palms up in the traditional 'scales of justice' manner and, weighing them, says - 'mmm. 'Ghost Town...House of Fun...Ghost Town...House of Fun.'
We pissed ourselves.
Me and some pals have an occasional covers band - weddings, parties, anything. Due to all of us having worked in 'the biz' we've brought in some powerful ringers to sing with us over the years...
James Bradfield, Tim Burgess, Lila Moss, Suggs, The Magic Numbers, Edwyn Collins. Even - no shit - Chas & Dave. Anyway, some years back, maybe 2008, we wind up doing a Guilty Pleasures gig at Hackney Empire for our friend Sean Rowley...
Suggs is doing 'Love is In The Air' and Terry Hall is doing 'Islands In The Stream' with Cerys Matthews. Suggs and Terry both come to rehearsals on the same day. Now this is quite a trip for us, watching these guys do their numbers in front of each other...
Terry is lovely and sweet and vulnerable as he deadpans through the Kenny Rogers part while Cerys - as you'd imagine - gives it hell as Dolly. Suggs isn't one for over-rehearsing and contaminating our purity, so after a bit we go across the road to the pub.
Suggs and Terry are hilarious together: constantly sniping and barbing at each other, ribbing over poor singles, bad chart positions etc. Not only can they both seemingly remember every commercial detail of each other's careers, they're not shy of taking the piss about it...
Two heavyweights with very different styles obv: Suggs, as the pints go down, voluble, verbose, coming out swinging. Terry, much quieter, but deadly and sarky. But after a bit, Suggs makes quite a heartfelt wee speech about how, piss taking aside, he's always rated Terry...
and what a magical time they had in the late 70s and early 80s. And at least they both had a no 1 single BITD, eh? With this Suggs heads off to get another round in. Terry watches him go fondly. A beat of perfect comic timing and then Terry turns to the table...
He holds out a cupped hand on either side of him, palms up in the traditional 'scales of justice' manner and, weighing them, says - 'mmm. 'Ghost Town...House of Fun...Ghost Town...House of Fun.'
We pissed ourselves.
Superb - to have been in the place when that happened!
To add the Specials also had the "Too Much Too Young" EP that went to no.1 as well.
peatlingfox
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Very sad news - RIP Terry
Apparently he loved his football - Cov fan possibly?
Apparently he loved his football - Cov fan possibly?
Man U
SemperEadem
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That Specials shirt Cov did was great. Will go wash my mouth out now.
Cliftonroad
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Thursday 1st Nov 79, watching TOTP and The Specials and The Selector both on, first time I’d ever seen The Selector , blown away and appetite fully whet as I had a ticket for the 2 Tone Tour the follwing Monday at De Mont.My first ever gig was the Two-Tone Tour at De Mont in 1979. Madness, The Selector and The Specials. I got to see them a number of times afterwards too.
The music of The Specials was socially aware and a massive influence on me as a teenage kid, and the lyrics were so relevant to that time, although the might also apply today. RIP Terry and thanks for the memories.
sat Nov 3rd Watford away , 3-1 won and the first time I heard the “It’s not God “ chant.
Away days were brilliant 78-80 .
Monday night and a concert never to be forgotten.
Good times.
sgt_wilko
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My first ever gig was the Two-Tone Tour at De Mont in 1979. Madness, The Selector and The Specials. I got to see them a number of times afterwards too.
The music of The Specials was socially aware and a massive influence on me as a teenage kid, and the lyrics were so relevant to that time, although the might also apply today. RIP Terry and thanks for the memories.
The below is worth a read. Ian was a fellow hmv store manager until he decided to try his hand as a playwright. He wrote this last night after the news broke.
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sgt_wilko
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Horace Panter has posted this on Facebook.
The Specials. Terry. This is what happened.
We had it all planned out. Make the album we were going to do in 2020 – a reggae album.
Record in Los Angeles in November. We had the studio booked, flights paid for, accommodation sorted. Roger Rivas from The Agrolites was going to co-produce. Shepard Fairey was going to do the cover. Lynval, still recovering from his spinal surgery earlier in the year, was over in the UK and raring to go. Terry had the framework for 8 tunes. Confidence was high. We were set to meet up with Nikolaj and make magic. This was in September. Terry e-mails everyone and says he’s in bed with a stomach bug and can’t do the first week of pre-production sessions. No big deal, we can knock everything back a week. We’re not due to fly out until November 4th. The next week, Terry is no better and is in hospital. There’s not much we can do except wait for him to get better. Sunday October 2nd and I get a phone call from Manager Steve.
And everything turns to shit.
Terry’s illness is a lot worse than we thought.
He has been diagnosed with cancer of the pancreas which has spread to his liver.
This is serious. Like life-threatening serious.
He has developed diabetes due to his pancreas being attacked. This has to be treated first, then it’s a regime of chemotherapy.
There is nothing anyone can do. Everything is put on hold.
Terry is emphatic that no-one be told about this. If anyone asks, he’s managing his diabetes.
The chemo treatment starts favourably but it seems that it would be March 2023 at the earliest before we’d be in any position to work. He is in and out of hospital to stabilise the diabetes issue and also to manage pain.
It then goes quiet.
Beginning of December and reports are not good. Terry has lost a lot of weight and is very frail. His friend Ian Broudie visits and phones Manager Steve. He fears that Terry is slipping away.
15th December and Manager Steve drives up to London to visit. He calls me on his return journey and says things are not looking promising. Terry is dying. The next day he is put on morphine and is more-or-less unconscious for most of the time. I thought it would be best for me to go and visit but Lindy, his wife, advises against it. She has held her phone to Terry’s ear so that his sisters and Lynval can say their goodbyes. She suggests I do the same. So, I did. It was tough.
Terry died around half past 5 the next evening, Sunday 18th December.
The world has lost a unique voice and I have lost a good friend.
Horace.
The Specials. Terry. This is what happened.
We had it all planned out. Make the album we were going to do in 2020 – a reggae album.
Record in Los Angeles in November. We had the studio booked, flights paid for, accommodation sorted. Roger Rivas from The Agrolites was going to co-produce. Shepard Fairey was going to do the cover. Lynval, still recovering from his spinal surgery earlier in the year, was over in the UK and raring to go. Terry had the framework for 8 tunes. Confidence was high. We were set to meet up with Nikolaj and make magic. This was in September. Terry e-mails everyone and says he’s in bed with a stomach bug and can’t do the first week of pre-production sessions. No big deal, we can knock everything back a week. We’re not due to fly out until November 4th. The next week, Terry is no better and is in hospital. There’s not much we can do except wait for him to get better. Sunday October 2nd and I get a phone call from Manager Steve.
And everything turns to shit.
Terry’s illness is a lot worse than we thought.
He has been diagnosed with cancer of the pancreas which has spread to his liver.
This is serious. Like life-threatening serious.
He has developed diabetes due to his pancreas being attacked. This has to be treated first, then it’s a regime of chemotherapy.
There is nothing anyone can do. Everything is put on hold.
Terry is emphatic that no-one be told about this. If anyone asks, he’s managing his diabetes.
The chemo treatment starts favourably but it seems that it would be March 2023 at the earliest before we’d be in any position to work. He is in and out of hospital to stabilise the diabetes issue and also to manage pain.
It then goes quiet.
Beginning of December and reports are not good. Terry has lost a lot of weight and is very frail. His friend Ian Broudie visits and phones Manager Steve. He fears that Terry is slipping away.
15th December and Manager Steve drives up to London to visit. He calls me on his return journey and says things are not looking promising. Terry is dying. The next day he is put on morphine and is more-or-less unconscious for most of the time. I thought it would be best for me to go and visit but Lindy, his wife, advises against it. She has held her phone to Terry’s ear so that his sisters and Lynval can say their goodbyes. She suggests I do the same. So, I did. It was tough.
Terry died around half past 5 the next evening, Sunday 18th December.
The world has lost a unique voice and I have lost a good friend.
Horace.
