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It's no surprise if you've never
come across Hugh Trowsers before. Hugh was born Uisdean
MacLean (Hugh MacLean) on the Island of Mull on the
west coast of Scotland in May 1943. He left school at
13 to take up a life working on his family's croft,
but always had a hankering for taking his musical skills
further and develop a career for himself beyond the
sea. Hugh was named after his Grandfather of the same
name, and always loved to tell the tale of the auld
bugger's bright yellow trousers to anyone who'd listen:
Hugh the Elder was known throughout the island and admired
by all and sundry for his celebrated shocking garb.
So much so that the moniker Uisdean nam Triubhas, or
Hugh of the Trousers, stuck with him throughout his
life. Hugh took up his Grandfather's nickname, changing
the "u" to a "w" so as not to appear
ridiculous, when he moved to the mainland in 1960. He
worked hard at his music and became a relatively well
known behind-the-scenes figure inside the music industry
during the 60's and 70's. Hugh was heavily involved
in the Scottish Psychedelic Folk scene; originally in
Edinburgh playing impromptu gigs with the likes of Robin
Williamson, Mike Heron and Clive Palmer of Scotland's
greatest ever group 'The Incredible String Band', and
developing his unique picking guitar style that influenced
so many 60's artists. Appalled with the invasion of
Edinburgh by the London Art-House regiment, and the
loss of the spontaneity they were seeking to control,
Hugh fled to the continent, and spent 15 years in Europe
entrenching himself in the burgeoning continental music
scene.
Hugh
saw the opportunities of the developing electronic arena,
and produced a huge bank of early continental electronic
ambient rock. Bands who are now lost to the world, but
were undoubtedly influential to the likes of Kraftwerk,
and therefore through to Jean Michel Jarre, Yello, Gary
Numan, the Human League and OMD.
Hugh retired from music in 1980 to concentrate
on his business interests in New York where he wrote
his first book "The Golden Humbucker". He
sold his business in 1989 and moved to Texas where he
lived quietly until deciding to return home to Scotland
at the end of 2003.
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| Hugh reckoned that there is a wanderlust
amongst the Celtic peoples, but that at specific junctures
in life an unstoppable longing to returned home takes
over the will. This driving desire can only be quenched
by a long period of stay, as it is only exacerbated by
a short homecoming. |
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Hugh
had music in his blood. Even in his Texan hermitage
he was surrounded by self-made musical instruments of
all descriptions. He never lost his belief that true
Nirvana could only be found in the regular company of
other people with a strong focussed collective mission.
On his return to his Scotland, Hugh happened upon a
small music society (MAMAS) in a rustic country village
where individuals played acoustic music beside the fireplace
to each other. Amazingly Hugh met Davie McCallum, an
old musical acquaintance from the 80s there. With Davie's
pal Ian Kay, the threesome decided to form a band to
play music.
Originally the new band played
a kind of folky-celtic rock, and called themselves 'The
Magical Phi'. The music became much more rock-pop when
Hugh influenced the band to start writing their own
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Hugh was the reason the band formed
and was always the instigator, but his health was not
the best. He had throat problems which limited his vocal
talents, and muscular difficulties that hampered his guitar
work. Hugh had to move on and he was very comfortable
to do so. There is no resentment and, typically beautiful,
his last message to the band read "Brethren. You
collectively are a harbour of goodness, goodwill &
safe passage. However, keeping me afloat with your polystyrene
love would drown me in your sweetness".
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Nope.
The Magical Phi was always a folk band. When Ian and
Davie started writing their own material their more
rock oriented influences came into the kitchen. When
the triumverate of the Joester bringing his jazz/pop
background, Tim Gray with percussive skills that devastate
lesser beings, and George Futter the free-spirited violinster
supreme, joined the band it became what they've become.
Vivien Scotson's heart-melting vocals adds a tasty layer
of icing on top of the marzipan and fruitcake. Hugh's
always there in fine cognac spirit, but always combusts
or evaporates quickly.
The unique wonderful sound they've
developed now is far away from where they've been in
the past. It's called progress, but the auld codger
approves: Hugh told Classic Rock Magazine - "I'm
on their mountain. If you stand still you erode and
you're not worth moving".
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| The band do not know. It's thought
that he might be involved with trains, another passion,
somewhere down south. |
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| As a tribute to Hugh's genius and
the power of his will. |
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Up yer crevice you cheeky long-haired
ripe-for-the-picking young dandy.
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The band never formed, and never
will.
Thanks to Hugh's old pal "Fearsome" Les
Oman of Radio Argyll FM for helping to fill in the blanks
in Hugh's early life, and to Hugh's soul-brother Lachie
Paterson for letting us know a little of Hugh's time
in America.
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