The first song I remember hearing
Peter, Paul and Mary â âPuff The Magic Dragonâ
âIâm as old as rock ânâ roll. I remember listening to this show when I was a kid called ‘Ed Stewpotâs Saturday Morning Show’ on Radio 1. It wouldâve been in a council flat in Brixton, tuned in to my radio, back when that was my only form of transport. I didnât get the references in the song at the time, but I soon caught up.â
The first song I fell in love with
The Beatles â âFor No Oneâ
âThat soundtracked the first stirrings in my underpants. I was of that age when youâre starting to look at girls and think about that stuff. I was pining over a certain young lady. I had an opportunity to make a film with Paul McCartney about five years ago and I told him this story of me sending the lyrics of that tune to this girl I had my eyes on and pretending that Iâd written it. He laughed. That afternoon we were shooting some shit and he played it for me on the piano. I canât tell you how fucking touched I was.â
The first record I bought
Marvin Gaye â ‘Whatâs Going Onâ
âIâm of the generation where you could go to the sweet shop and have these ex-jukebox records, so I remember picking up some of those. I remember investing in this song. It was a big deal to me â and it remains one of my all-time favourite albums. Itâs the voice of god for a man with a great soundtrack.â
The first gig I went to
The Who at the Young Vic, London, 1971
âAt 15 years old, I saw The Who. Iâm at school and word goes around the school that some bandâs playing at the Young Vic, which isnât a normal venue, and they want an audience. I went in my goddamn school uniform. It was The fucking Who doing a full production rehearsal. So theyâre not jamming. There’s dry ice, lasers, Townshend doing the goddamn windmill. Iâm 15 feet from the front of the stage and I can see the whites of Keith Moonâs eyes, and that was it. Before that I was a grade-A student. After that night they fucked me forever and made me the man I am today. That lit the touchpaper. Blinding.â
The song that reminds me of home
The Kinks â âWaterloo Sunsetâ
âIâm first generation British-born Black and that does it for me. Iâve got a jukebox and itâs still on my jukebox to this day. Itâs a genius homage to the city that I love thatâs never been bettered. The Clash‘s âLondonâs Callingâ comes close but if youâre not from London, if you donât know, you donât fucking know. Itâs hard to put into words but thank god that Ray Davies did.â
The song I wish Iâd written
The Pogues and Kirsty MacColl â âFairytale Of New Yorkâ
âWhat a great fucking record. And itâs a massive fucking earner. Result! Kerching! Winning! I know Shane from â77 back in the Roxy and to think that that person â a Nipple Erector â would destined to be the man that wrote that song, it blows my mind every fucking time.â
The song I do at karaoke
None
âAre you having a giraffe? Iâm Don Letts, the Rebel Dread. Fuck off. Jesus Christ. Iâve never been that drunk.â
The song I canât get out of my head
Bob Marley â âGet Up, Stand Upâ
âThey keep trying to write him off as âOne Loveâ. The dude was a complex brother. He werenât that simplistic and right now thatâs a song that speaks to me and countless other people on this planet.â
The song I can no longer listen to
The Rolling Stones â âBrown Sugarâ
âIn a world so woke you canât make a joke, thereâs a lot of them. The building blocks of rock ânâ roll, right or wrong, are these misogynistic, sexual⊠thatâs half of rock ânâ roll. I ainât saying itâs right but with this new woke world it makes you hear these tunes in a different light.â
The song I want played at my funeral
The Jam â âGoing Undergroundâ
âIf I want to leave with a laugh, itâs got to be this. If I want to get six feet deep itâs Flaming Lipsâ âDo You Realize??â Do I want it to be a party? I donât know, I wonât fucking be there. All I hope is the DJâs good and thereâs a lot of bass.â
The song that makes me want to dance
Tame Impala â âOne More Yearâ
âI used to be a real fucking show-off, one of these competition-winning motherfuckers. But that was in the days when I had a big afro and I was a real dick. Iâm of the generation where all we had to express our identity and our sexuality was our dance moves and our style, and I maxed that shit out. Now I just groove.â
The song that reminds me of the NME Awards
Primal Scream â âLoadedâ
âIf youâve ever been to an NME Awards, enough said. This song captures the spirit of all the NME Awards Iâve been to. Iâve got a job on the BBC now so I canât say [what he can remember about previous awards], and I donât want to incriminate people that should know better.â
‘Rebel Dread’, a music documentary about the life of Don Letts, is released in UK cinemas on March 4
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