These are the digital remains of Your Dad, described by Phil Rickman on the BBC Wales Arts Blog as ‘almost legendary.’
Here are all the useful clips gathered in one web page. There aren’t many. There should be more. For example, the ‘Your Dad in Vegas’ film is not available online. I have a copy, but I don’t know how to deal with it in uploadedable chunks. We were always bodging the technical stuff; sometimes it was funny, but usually not.
I miss Christopher Charles ‘Chas’ Ambler bitterly. I loved him, and I loved playing with him and learning about music from him. In 20 years, we had nothing but fun.
This is Chas’ obituary in the Lancaster Guardian, September 2015.
This is an appreciation from the Stan’s Cafe Theatre Company, with a YouTube link to Chas’s song ‘Bees’
We in Your Dad started with the policy that we would only play songs we liked, and we stayed true to that for our first five years. And then we decided to play a song we hated, and, what’s more, play nothing else except that song, and play it over and over and over again, till the audience sickened and died. So here are Your Dad performing part of the legendary ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ show.
This is from the Sunshine Seekers stage at Glastonbury in…. dunno. It’s not not brilliantly filmed, but I think worth watching clip of us making the whole audience join the band
If you’ve ever joined Your Dad, namaste.
This is filmed on someones phone late at night at a wild hippy do out on the Somerset Levels, but the sound is pretty good, and it does give a flavour of the alternative extended Sugar Sugar ending. The late great Charlie Wrighton, for many years patron of Goose Hall, the Glastonbury Festival Workers Cafe, can be seen lurching about in a pink suit in the background.
This is us at the Frost Fair in Glastonbury, December 2012, with our wonderful version of ‘I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor.’
That’s about it, sadly.
Here’s some journalism I did about the Your Dad Experience.
Here’s a bit from The Observer, outlining some of the perils of singing in public houses.
And here’s one from The Telegraph, about the excitements of being at the bottom of the bill at Glastonbury. They call me Ian Mercher, which is a new one.
Here’s a couple of solo things..
This is me ranting on the Rude Health soapbox at Abergavenny Food Festival 2012.
This is a compilation of me compering stuff from Sheep Music in Presteigne 2002.
If you’re feeling really dedicated, here is the Sheep Music film, ‘Apocalypse Weekend’, widely regarded in Radnorshire as the low point of an already not-hugely-stellar career. They are wrong, damn their eyes! Wrong, I tell you.
I wrote it, and I’m in it, and everyone hates it except me and Cosmic Smiles. I still think that it meets and exceeds the remit; lots of people get parts, it takes place around and through the festival, in order to show what the festival is about without spoiling it for the people who were there, but rather enhacing their experience, so that the filming was part of the festival – there are vox pops, drug induced euphoria, proper festival music, Dirty Ray and Cosmic Smiles for the ladies; and some great gags, though I say so myself. It does really deserve to be a cult classic? But I’m not allowed to even say that?
It features Bob Rowberry in the character of Courage, one of the Four Cardinal Values. 5 points if you spot Chas.