Far From the Land of Guinness
Future Pub Owner Ian McLagan
By Rob Patterson, Fri., April 28, 1995
"It wasn't a very good bar, and I said, `Damn it, we know how to have a bar. We know what a bar should be like - we spend a lot of time in bars.' So I said, `Let's open a bar in Austin.' So Kim wrote it down in her diary. We had a lot of friends here, and we didn't really think about it after that. There really wasn't any doubt then."
Although McLagan's Pub is right now limited to a refrigerator stocked with cans of Guinness at their Manor country home, and the ice chest (yes, of Guinness) that Ian takes along to sessions, one of rock & roll's finest Hammond B-3 and electric piano players is serious about his semi-retirement plans here in Austin. "It would be a tea shop, it would be a bar, and it would have English foods," he says. "For instance, we can't get Coleman's Dry Mustard around here." Right, mate - I'm there. But before we can start calling him "the guv'nor" and going 'round to McLagan's for a late afternoon pint, he's got a bit of work to do: a tour with his former Faces bandmate Rod Stewart that will take McLagan around the world until Christmas, 1996. It should help "Mac," as everyone calls him, get the seed capital to open McLagan's. In the meantime, Austin will be just a little less flavorful and diverse without him.
In the last year that McLagan has lived in Austin, he's become a rich and delightful addition to the local music menu. His band Monkey Jump - with guitarist "Scrappy" Jud Newcomb of Loose Diamonds, bass veteran Sarah Brown, and drummer/Austin Rehearsal Complex co-owner Don Harvey - offers a hearty jolt of good ol' rock & roll that mixes Faces goodies with new McLagan songs; it also showcases the punchy B-3 swells and rhythmic pianistics that have made McLagan a top player in the musical big leagues, touring with the Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, Bonnie Raitt, Jackson Browne, and others in addition to Stewart. While here, McLagan's also graced both records and gigs by Lucinda Williams and Michael Fracasso, bringing to the local table a style and sound that's as full and well brewed as, well, a pint of Guinness.
It's a long way from Hounslow in West London, where McLagan grew up, to Central Texas. But when McLagan and Monkey Jump launch into a Faces chestnut like "Cindy Incidentally," the spirit of Swinging London, and the incendiary mixture of R&B and Brit-pop finesse that McLagan was an integral part of, comes alive.
Born in London of an Irish mother and a father of Scottish descent, Ian Patrick McLagan got into music as a teen, thanks to Bill Haley, Elvis, Little Richard, and (later) Buddy Holly and the Everly Brothers, all of which led him back to the blues. "The first album I ever bought was Muddy Waters Live at Newport,and Thelonious Monk, Monk's Moods," he says. "You'd think they were quite a long way apart, but they really weren't."
It wasn't until he was in art school - the great breeding ground of the British Invasion - that he became involved in music. "I used to go see the Stones," he recalls. "I had heard about this band at a party; this guy had told me about this great blues band playing in Richmond. I said, `Blues band! Wow, you're kidding!' picturing in my mind - because he didn't tell me what they looked like - that they were old black guys from Chicago, because that's what a blues band is.
"I'm in line to get in, and they started playing - da, da, dah; da dah, da dah - and I'm going, yeah, fuckin' great! I came in and there's these white boys, the same age as me! It was a revelation, and I started going every Sunday. So that was what made me think: maybe I can do it."
Soon after, he started a band with his art schoolmates called the Muleskinners. "I booked the Stones for our end-of-school dance at Eel Pie Island for [[sterling]]150, and put my band on to open for them," McLagan recounts. "I helped them with the equipment, paid them, and because I had booked them, I had gone to their agent and told him I had a band. And just as easy as that we got on some Stones gigs" (including one where they also shared the bill with Steampacket, featuring a young Scottish singer named Rod Stewart).
By this time, McLagan had scammed himself a Hammond L-100 organ and a Leslie cabinet from a music store, jumping from one band to another until he landed in the Small Faces. Hitting the U.K. charts with raucous pop like "Sha La La La Lee" and later in America with incipient psychedelia like "Itchykoo Park," the Small Faces - McLagan, Steve Marriott, Ronnie Lane (who would later move to Austin), and Kenny Jones - mutated into simply the Faces when Marriott left and Ron Wood and Rod Stewart, late of the first Jeff Beck Group, joined up. As the premier party band of the early Seventies arena and stadium circuit, the Faces were renowned for their musical revelry (including an onstage circus troupe) and legendary offstage antics.
When the Faces broke up in 1975 after Wood joined the Rolling Stones and Stewart opted out for his burgeoning solo career, McLagan participated in a brief Small Faces reunion, and then cut two solo albums for Mercury Records. His Los Angeles group the Bump Band was recruited to record and play with Bonnie Raitt, and he also began touring with the Stones (in 1978 and 1981). In 1983, he "gave up music and drugs" for a spell, but soon "realized it wasn't the music I gave up, but the drugs." The next year, he got a call "to go and have a play" with Bob Dylan, and ended up touring Europe for the summer. Stints with the Everly Brothers, Jackson Browne, David Lindley, and Pat McLaughlin followed, but Ian and Kim McLagan were growing tired of Los Angeles and the rock & roll rat race.
"Actually, I played here with my very first [solo] band, opening for the Thunderbirds [at Steamboat and Soap Creek]," says McLagan. "I also came here a lot with Bonnie, because Bonnie had a soft spot for Austin, and we'd always arrange to stay a few days. This is the greatest place to play." McLagan had dreamed of living in America as a youngster. "There was so much of an image about America, I knew I'd have to live here from when I was young. A lot of English kids who were into the music and the movies had to come here," he notes. "And I'm still constantly fascinated by this country. I haven't lost the enjoyment for the size of it, and what there is here. I find it amazing that Americans want to go to Europe. You could drive all day every day for the rest of your life and find something amazing."
But Los Angeles, where McLagan had lived for 16 years, had paled after earthquakes, mudslides, riots, and fires, and he and his wife (the former Mrs. Keith Moon) found their own lovely slice of America in Austin last spring. "Kim had never been here, so she came out here on Rod's tour and fell in love with the place," he enthuses. A week later, they'd bought a home and within a month they were here. And McLagan certainly finds Austin a congenial locale.
"I read this `Rant'n'Rave' in the Austin American-Statesman... that's such a bunch of shit." says McLagan about the daily's phone-in forum for local gripes. "People complain about the drivers here. Jesus, take a short flight to L.A.!" As Kim heads off to go shopping - "Be sure to get a lot of those [Guinness] cans!" he tells her - McLagan reflects on a life in rock & roll that has shown him everything from the heights of stardom to the lowest ripoffs. "That's the tragedy of the Small Faces," he explains. "We never got paid a penny for our records."
Yet McLagan remains an infectiously ebullient presence, bubbling with the same vitality and wit that colors his playing. And perhaps part of his joy is from knowing that he's found a home. "I want to get off the road, really. I've been doing it for a long time," he says. When he does, expect Monkey Jump to pop up again, and keep your eyes open for McLagan's.
"This has been a great year," he concludes. "So many people have welcomed me here. I was never welcomed to L.A. in 16 years. That's the wonderful thing about Austin." Cheers, mate. Welcome home.