Bryan's Legacy

The rock group elbow have dedicated the final track on their new LP to Bryan

The track is called Friend of Ours

The LP is called The Seldom Seen Kid

Here's an early review of the LP mentioning our friend. Click
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Mo Meek

Playlist for a tribute LP

Ad_Man Shouting

Beating Me Home

Beat The Boat

Bicycle Corn cob Tuesday

Bullets in the Backgroud

Burning Babel

Buttons

Cash & Carry Love

Cat in the Mask

Chinned

Christ Stopped In Salford

Dont Sell Me

Down in a Norhern Town

Empty Vessels

Getting Desperate

Goodnight History

Harry

Kid Who Saved Your Life

Little Prince

Making Love is Easy

Memory Man

More

Muse in my Shoes

New York & France

Nightmare

Proppinig up the Bar

Remembering You

Roadside Blues

Schoolboy Dreams

Season Fishing

Singer in the Subway

6 String Suicide

Start

Stephen

Sycamore Tree

Time for Change

Too Many FoxesWaiting in the Wings

When Harmony Comes.

Hey when you read the list as the lyrics to a sad but beautiful song ....you can almost remember the boy.

Shalom Baruch Dovid "Bryan" Glancy

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Mike

I only met Bryan on a few occasions between 1988 and 1991. I first time was at the Green Room on Whitworth St in 1988, it was the first CC/Funbox Manchester Busker night, both myself and a friend (we were both 15 at the time) had read about Bryan in the evening news, he had just been crowned Piccadilly Radio's busker of the year (whatever that meant!), we had a schoolboy band of our own at the time and were intrigued. What we heard (Bryan, Johnny Dangerously, Darren Poyser, Henry Normal, Clare Mooney) that night changed our lives forever. I remember meeting Bryan after the gig, he was selling his tapes at a table in the bar area of the venue, we approached him just to tell him we loved his set, it was near the end of the night and by this time neither myself or my friend had any money left, so we felt a little embarrassed when Bryan asked me if I liked his stuff enough to buy a tape of him, when I drunkenly explained I had no money he just smiled and handed me a tape anyway. That tape was called "The kid who saved your life" it contained five other songs as well as the title track, another track on it was "Bicycle Corncob Tuesday". I remember playing the tape almost constantly that summer and beyond. Unfortunately a fascist tape machine decided to chew up the tape a couple of years later and has been lost to me ever since (if anyone out there has this tape, I would be eternally grateful for a copy)

When I heard the news of Bryans death the first thing that came to mind was this story and the chorus of the kid who saved your life has been going round in my head ever since. Truly one of the most beautiful songs ever written and for me the song that best encapsulates the mood of Manchester during the late eighties and guaranteed a place on the soundtrack of my life.

"...and in this smokey town, where the washed out pavements are
mirroring the lord mayors frown,"

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Guy Lovelady

It is a year ago that I heard the news that Bryan had died. In the passing 365 days I haven't stopped thinking about him and my life has been guided by some of the most valuable things he shared with me, in ways that I would never have dreamt. I will take time today to listen to his music and offer up a prayer to tell him how much I love him and miss him and hope that he is okay wherever he is.

God Bless you Bryan, 1 year on and it still hurts like mad.

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john paul medhurst

"Where the f#%@ do you think you're going?" I asked a dishevelled Glancy, as he screwed it downstairs at 4am and straight out the front door, naked apart from that infernal sheepskin coat, sliced up the arm. The answer was at once from a man who knew no pain but at the same time knew the pain of the whole world.

"I'm gonna find an ironmonger who doesn't ask questions!"

First met Bryan when he would dispense anecdotes on the side of his espressos from his pre-blaze gaff in Sedgley Park. Every now and then I would make it to something he was doing and vice versa. And that was how it stayed, it would take me the three months I didn't see him to get ready for /get over the intellectual gymnastics that was inevitably our weekend. More recently I have been the honoured guest at Chez Glancy on three occasions, the end of last year I brought a great friend to meet him and just later with my girlfriend. He and Zoe then found it in their hearts to offer me their spare room for a week when I could find no love at my parents home in Prestwich. I moved to LA in 2000 and never until last year got to come and go as I pleased. I would come back to see my parents and see Bryan and that was it for me.

I will miss walking into a club with him and spending the rest of the night wondering where the hell he got to. I will miss walking out the door with him and watching in bewildered amusement as he disappeared over the horizon, his legs a positive blur.

The fact that I only saw Bryan every few months ultimately packed a poignant punch for me as I received news of his passing sitting alone in Cromwells Tower on the barren Isle of Tresco in late August, a fitting backdrop for the saddest news I ever heard, the world suddenly desolate and cold. I sat and wondered how many times since January I had thought of calling him and never, just because. .

Bryan, unlike some you knew, you steered your own course, and though the destination was uncertain and the weather sometimes foul, to laugh with you as the waves crashed through the windows was my pleasure, I just wish your ship would have smashed itself on the rocks of Malibu, just once more. I haven' t even begun to miss you, mate.

Is that the time?

love and love john paul medhurst

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FREE CD of Bryan's Music

The six songs that can be accessed by clicking on the links on the right hand side of the blog are available for anybody who cares to drop a line to bryaninfo@gmail.com.

Send your postal address to us and we'll send a cdr to you as soon as the postal service can manage it.

It will be free but if you can make a donation to Samaritans it will make a big difference.

click here.

I'm sure Bryan would appreciate it

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David Maxfield

I arrived back in Mancland 3 days ago after a visit to India to set up a B+B in Goa.

I left for the trip from Newbank towers , a home of a good friend of mine full of encouragement from mr glancy.

My trip back to Newbank ended in tears and later a heave ho from the bouncer in Big Hands (sorry)Just cannot get over bryans passing.

First met bryan when he wrote morphine after the fall from bury new road which, if you remember is where the song originated.

You fell how high and survived?? fukkin hell bryan yerv had too much rock n roll you mate, but seemingly not enough rkid..

The whisky was on form that night an i remember playing beat the boat over and over again while bryan had crashed..

Manchester seems empty without you bryan , i,m going back to India mate as i still can;t seem to get on with manc bouncers man..only you understood

Farewell rkid..

Maxi..

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