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Still on the wing… (a life of music and rugby)

January 29, 2019 By TIMOTHY EDWARDS 5 Comments Filed Under: General sporting stories

I reckon you could count the number of blokes that I have loved in my life (other than my brothers and my Dad) on one hand. There are some mates from my school days and one or two from the old neighbourhood where I grew up… and there was Al. Al wasn’t from the neighbourhood or from my high school. He was ten, maybe fifteen, years older than me and he came from New Zealand. I was a fit, young, rugby playing, board-short wearing uni student freshly out of the sun-drenched suburb of Manly and Al was a kiwi import bohemian singer-songwriter trying to make it big in the booming Sydney music scene.

The most exercise Al ever got was when he was playing guitar

We were like chalk and cheese. I had tanned skin, blond hair and loved sport and daylight activities and Al had fair dark-olive skin, dark hair and saw about the same amount of sun light as the average vampire. The most exercise Al ever got was when he was playing his guitar or when he was getting into a fight (he wasn’t an aggressive lad, but he was not the kind to stand idly by when he saw an injustice being done or perceived that a friend was under threat).

Al the muso and me (and our friend Gabby)

The thing we had in common was that we both loved music. I couldn’t sing or play an instrument or write a song… well I could, but I was shit. Al, on the other hand, was brilliant. He had a deep, grumbling, booming baritone voice that emerged from his barrel-like chest with the force of a jet engine. When Al sang, the floor boards shook. It seems contradictory but along with his voice’s resonance came a sweet and mellow timbre. The bastard could sing. Not only was he a singer but he was a great guitar picker too. While the Sydney folk-rock scene of the time had its share of great guitar pickers like Mike McClelland, John Kane, Doug Ashdown and Dan Johnson, Al had a thumping funkiness to his guitar playing that made him unique on the local music circuit. He could write songs too. His songs were eccentric, rhythmic, sad, funny, silly, spiritual and very cool. So many folky performers at the time churned out material that had its moments but didn’t stray far from a well-trodden path. Al’s songs, on the other hand, were always original and unusual and way different from his peers.

Al and I were a bit like the Warners Bros doggy characters Spike and Chester

I initially started hanging around with Al because I liked his music. As it turned out, we got on. He was funny, silly, smart, talented, rude, witty and nowhere near as eccentric as he pretended to be. He could make me laugh, cry or think (about life and the world) in equal measures. He was interesting. He found me interesting too, I suppose. I didn’t fit neatly into the inner-city bohemian crowd he was used to, and I did stuff other than just staying up all night going to gigs and listening to music. Al and I were a bit like the Warner Bros dog buddies Spike and Chester but with the doggy roles we played changeable depending on the world we were inhabiting at the time. In the music scene around inner city Sydney, Al was the dominant Spike character who would decide precisely what we were going to do and how we would do it while I was happy to be his enthusiastic little side-kick, Chester. Back in Manly, at the footy or at the beach, I would become more like Spike and Al would assume the role of Chester.

What could be more fun than a good recording session!

For someone who normally hung with a crowd who looked upon rugby with distain, Al showed a curious amount of interest in the sub-district rugby team that my brother John (the Rattler) and I both played for. Al, who was in his mid-thirties, openly admitted to the fact that, as a kiwi, he was unusual in that he had never played a game of rugby in his life! Al’s family were an arty, intellectual and musical crowd and even as a small boy the subject of playing sport or wearing a rugby kit had just never come up. Given his penchant for late nights and his former aversion to daylight, John and I were a bit surprised when Al enquired as to whether the Balgowlah Wombats would consider giving him a run some week end. Despite our surprise (and dubiousness), as players for a “subbies” club that only fields one team and has to find fifteen fit and enthusiastic players every week end to front up for a match in the lowly Farrant Cup, you don’t refuse the offer of a player to help out, even if that player has never touched a rugby ball in their life.

Stick the new bloke on the wing

The next week end John (the Rattler) and I got the chance to introduce our muso mate, Al, to coach “Jonesy” (the older one… our team had two Jonesies) and to all the other Wombats including “Cocko”, “Popey” (our token Wallaby), “One-armed Stew”, “Strawbs”, “Ulcer”, “Hodgey”, “Turtle”, “Slug”, “Gordo” and the younger “Jonesy”. Of course, the question came up, what do you do with a new player who has hit the mid-thirties, has never played rugby before and, despite his New Zealander heritage, doesn’t have a clue about the rules of the game? As any experienced “subbies” player or coach will tell you, the solution is simple. You stick the new bloke on the wing where he is least likely to do too much damage to either himself or the team.

What a game of subbies rugby looks like!

There is no other sporting competition on the planet where Murphy’s Law is more likely to apply than in Sydney Metropolitan Sub-District Rugby. We should have known. Bunging Al out on the wing was going to make no difference at all. We may as well have slotted him into half-back or hooker. In subbies, if something can go wrong, it will. In subbies, every well-thought through, practiced and executed plan goes inevitably awry. Mere seconds after the referee blew the whistle to start the game, the opposing fly-half executed a kick-off that sent the ball high into the sky and plummeting down a dozen or so meters from where it was intended, making a bee-line for the one bloke on the field who had never caught a rugby ball before. There was nothing that the coach, the captain, the horrified Wombat spectators, the “Rattler”, I or anybody else could do. Al was going to have to handle the situation all by himself because the ball was barrelling down at a rate of knots to the precise spot where he was standing next to the touch line!

Bohemian rugby star – Al Head!

I think I might have closed my eyes for a moment such was my fear for the possible humiliation and physical agony that my mate was about to experience. I shouldn’t have worried. The ball thumped into the stocky little bloke’s chest where his muscular arms ensnared it and with a ferocious grunt, he set off up field with his teammates in tow. He easily side-stepped around his opposing winger and a lumbering prop and then bumped off ineffective tackles from a couple of negligent flankers who thought he would be easy to bump into touch. With an open field in front of him, Al hit top speed as he charged over the half way line… then the quarter line… and with the try line a mere five meters away he was deprived of his first ever rugby try by a desperate dive from a fleet-footed cover-defending number 8 who smashed my mate into the turf after a sixty meter gallop. A few moments later, after a quick ruck and some sweet back line play, the Wombats scored. But the hero was Al! The game was less than two minutes old and the bloke who we tried to hide away on the wing had set up our first score of the match. A genius was discovered!

Still on the wing…

Al continued with his music career for many more years. His late discovery of rugby didn’t change his bohemian, late-night, way of life one iota but his love of rugby left a profound mark. When muso mates or fans would approach him after a gig to enquire where he would be playing next, they would usually get the puzzling answer “oh… I’m still on the wing.” The bloke that I loved, Al Head, died last week. Even at seventy he would have still been a great singer, a great picker, a great song writer and, even at seventy… undoubtably a great winger!

If you are tempted to hear superstar rugby winger Al Head sing have a listen to this little memorial/tribute put together by his brother Nigel Head. You won’t regret it. Al sings one of his original songs, “Perfect Stranger.”

Al Head sings “Perfect Stranger.” Al is the bloke on the left. A perfect head for a rugby player!

TIMOTHY EDWARDS

Tim Edwards has had a completely rubbish sporting career so it is odd that he seems so obsessed with sport and adventuring. As a basketball shooting guard he had an okay jump shot but couldn't do anything else. As a rugby hooker he spent more time puking then actually playing. As a runner he won an awful lot of consolation prize chocolates for coming fourth but almost never won a ribbon. Despite his inadequacies he still loves sport and has opinions on almost any sporting subject. Tim has spent large parts of his working life in publishing and writing roles and has even done his share of teaching sport management to Uni students. He has coached more sports teams than he cares to remember. Tim is an awful surfer and skier but his lack of competence does not bother him one little bit!

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Tagged With: Al Head, Kiwi, muso, rugby, sub-district, wing

Comments

  1. Orlando (Ollie) Agostino says

    March 17, 2019 at 4:08 am

    Thanks Tim A great tribute to our dear friend Al Head.

    Reply
    • TIMOTHY EDWARDS says

      May 15, 2019 at 3:38 am

      Hi Ollie… thanks for getting in touch. Not sure Al ever knew how much I loved him as a young pup. Many knew of his unique musical talents and uniqueness as an individual but few knew what an amazing athlete he was. Not sure he even knew until he had a go.

      Reply
      • Brett Parker says

        June 7, 2021 at 12:48 am

        I remember doing a job in Bathurst with Alistair which resulted in I pink Jesus statue but the job painted up nicely indeed a.idst the many benders…..

        Reply
  2. Jim Marjoram says

    August 8, 2020 at 7:51 pm

    Hi Tim, just saw this!
    I have so many wonderful memories of playing with Al. Always fun to work with, and always totally unpredictable!
    I had the privelidege of helping Al record the last song he ever wrote, a tribute to Min and a couple of others who died of cancer.
    💖

    Reply
  3. Anne Godfrey says

    August 9, 2020 at 1:02 pm

    This post appeared randomly on FB.
    I remember Al very fondly and all the great music at “Humpty’s”! He was a good friend at the time and I even made him a caftan for his 30th birthday party.
    I loved his songs and the mileage he got out of “Mammy Blue” but my enduring favourite is “Yahweh”. Sad to find out that he’s no longer walking and playing on the plant.
    Anne Godfrey (Pilkington)

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