tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-215823262024-02-08T05:36:07.372+00:00Bryan Glancy.........please leave a lovely messageA tribute to Bryan Glancy singer songwriter friend.Kevin Hoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388356815192192127noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21582326.post-69139003823823309912014-05-14T12:25:00.000+01:002014-05-14T12:26:00.057+01:00The Kid who Saved Your Life CD - Now Out.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Please send your memories and stories to bryaninfo@gmail.comKevin Hoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388356815192192127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21582326.post-23216084910121656232013-11-17T18:30:00.000+00:002013-11-17T18:30:01.670+00:00It's Gonna Happen<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>From time to time Bryan gets trendy. Again and Again, it happens. He was a constant in all of his friends lives. He was always there with a word or with support. He was like that. Watch out because for the next few weeks Bryan will be back in the limelight. Helping those less fortunate than himself . making a difference in the run up to Christmas and the New Year.</b></span><br />
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Please send your memories and stories to bryaninfo@gmail.comKevin Hoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388356815192192127noreply@blogger.com0Prestwich, UK53.521533206677873 -2.275028228759765653.51209220667787 -2.2951982287597654 53.530974206677875 -2.2548582287597658tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21582326.post-75101242770179418512012-10-12T11:24:00.002+01:002012-10-12T11:24:28.574+01:00Paul Chi<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A while ago I came across pages of tributes to Bryan and wished to add my own. It is extraordinary that this man meant so much to so many. He oozed this loving vibe that distance and time did not fade and he stayed connected on a personal level. His presence at the New Troubadours Club in the late 80s and early 90s kept my purist brand of unplugged acoustic singer-songwriter promotion in the Manchester music scene loop, drew distinguished artists to the club such as Johnny Bramwell and David Gray, and invited the respect and appreciation that Bryan wanted for all his diversely creative friends and live music projects.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I adored his lyricism and good humour. Bryan's songs were unusually intelligent and distinctively 'northern'. He also coaxed songs and improvisations out of me like nobody else could and inspired some of my best performances. When I moved to Brighton it seemed inevitable that my connection to Manchester would wane and I suppose it did, but not as far as Bryan was concerned. He was always there at the gates of the city to welcome me when I returned. He remained my main point of contact in Manchester up until the year of his tragic death. Any fool could see that he lived his life to the full and on the edge. I certainly couldn't take the pace of the night life! We would meet up for a coffee and a bite to eat, then a drink... and then I would quit - not Bryan! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I would just describe him as an unusually loving person with a zest for life that was perhaps too great for any mortal frame to withstand. I wish Bryan could have enjoyed full health and stayed around to receive the appreciation and acknowledgement he deserved. Anyway, I'm an optimist and think somehow that he's getting the message; all the love he ignited in all of us... Thanks Bryan. I do believe he's listening...</span></div>
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Please send your memories and stories to bryaninfo@gmail.comKevin Hoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388356815192192127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21582326.post-14601087874292858892010-05-03T18:39:00.002+01:002010-05-03T18:40:36.581+01:00Sandy Kilpatrick<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 19px; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; "><span style="font-size:100%;">In 2000, when my time in Manchester was coming to an end (although I didn’t know it at the time) <span class="il" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(161, 210, 232); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Bryan</span> used to come and visit me while I was working in the little Waterstones in the Royal Exchange Theatre. I loved that, in the morning, no customers, a mild hangover and a mocha and a wee blether with <span class="il" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(161, 210, 232); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Bryan</span>. It was 10 years ago, so don’t expect me to go into many details, or, let me say, don’t expect me to be too rigorous with the accuracy. What I do remember is that we had some God talk at that time; he was going through a difficult time, having recently lost his father, and inherited some money. It was the first time really I was faced with that sad conundrum of having your poverty relieved by the death of a loved one. He was sad and flush at the same time, and a very touching person.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 19px; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; "><span style="font-size:100%;">Just after I launched the first single with Sleepwalker we had a residency in the Night and Day, where we played with a few bands that we had asked to play with us. One of them was an acoustic outfit called The Rio 6, and they were led by Matt, a friend of <span class="il" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(161, 210, 232); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Bryan</span>’s. When we were backstage <span class="il" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(161, 210, 232); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Bryan</span> was with them and they seemed to have this kind of love cult thing going on, all talking in tongues and group hugs. I wasn’t sure what was going on to be honest, but I loved that kind of thing, still do, that kind of whacked out on the edge love and sentimentality - it kind of defined <span class="il" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(161, 210, 232); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Bryan</span> for me, in a way. I think it’s really apparent in my favourite song of his, ‘My Love’ – because the way he sang that line with his droll Manc drawl, he really made it <i>his. </i>His Love<i>.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: 19px; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; "><span style="font-size:100%;">He was so full of love and positivity and sadness at the same time, but he also had that endearing boy-about-town kind of edge. The last time I saw him perform it was supporting David Gray in the Academy – they were good friends, and David’s star was in the ascendency, so it was a good opportunity for <span class="il" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(161, 210, 232); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Bryan</span> to play a few songs. I’ll never forget seeing him that night. But perhaps the image that stays with me best is standing outside the Night and Day one Wednesday afternoon watching him drive down Oldham Street on one of those ridiculous motorized scooters. And I don’t mean a scooter like a Vespa (although a Vespa would have suited him more I think), I mean a scooter like you had when you were nine. But motorized. He looked really comical, like he was having a laugh playing with the sense of cool, and I loved that about him too. He didn’t seem to worry too much about that shit. He had the talent to live his life the way he wanted to, and document that. Yep, he was a lovely guy that <span class="il" style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(161, 210, 232); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Bryan</span> Glancy, it was privilege to have known him.</span></span></p></span></div><div>________________________________________________________________________</div>Please send your memories and stories to bryaninfo@gmail.comKevin Hoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388356815192192127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21582326.post-52741994432553633922010-02-28T15:42:00.001+00:002010-02-28T15:43:31.088+00:00Love You Mate<div><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eruQmLGHFUg&hl=en_GB&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eruQmLGHFUg&hl=en_GB&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></div><div>_________________________________________________</div>Please send your memories and stories to bryaninfo@gmail.comKevin Hoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388356815192192127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21582326.post-13037611485995130652010-01-21T08:03:00.002+00:002010-01-21T08:13:36.309+00:00The Kid who saved your life<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Posted on a another blog 20th January 2010 </span><a href="http://godisamanc.wordpress.com/2010/01/20/the-kid-who-saved-your-life-bryan-glancy-1966-2006/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">click here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> to read it</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">This year is going to be your year, Bryan . Love you Man x</span></div><div>__________________________________________________________________</div>Please send your memories and stories to bryaninfo@gmail.comKevin Hoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388356815192192127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21582326.post-22500182860025025442009-05-27T12:11:00.001+01:002009-05-27T12:15:44.805+01:00Jon Burr<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; "><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I met him through Mark Kennedy and Mark Burgess, and we played some music together - I play a bit of blues harp. He was a very funny guy, and cool in a warm kind of way. I remember best the time we went out to Germany to play at a festival with Mark Burgess and ended up sharing a room together.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">As a jew he was a bit nervous about the idea of going to Germany, plus a lot of the music at the festival was very dark. We went for a walk out of the festival and came across a hidden war memorial in the countryside. The gothic writing and skull imagery were certainly disturbing. One night there was a load of noise outside the hotel and Bryan got up and looked out of the window. I heard him swear and when he turned round his face was as white as a sheet. I ran over and there were a troop of men marching down the street with guns over their shoulders. </span></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">It turned out that the town held a Shooting Festival (!) every year and the night time march was part of it.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">There are a load of stories - I'm sure anyone who knew Bryan has plenty: like the time he felt sick before a gig, and Keni tried to calm him down by pretending to be sick first. He ended up doubled up on the floor with laughter.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">It was lovely to hear Elbow's tribute - I knew who it was about the second I heard the words "Love you, mate". I'd love to hear the tribute album - is there one? Like someone else on this site, my tapes of Bryan have long since been chewed up and me and the missus would love to hear him again.</span></span></div></span></div><div><br /></div>Please send your memories and stories to bryaninfo@gmail.comKevin Hoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388356815192192127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21582326.post-91384167372406706012008-09-19T15:50:00.005+01:002008-09-19T16:01:39.420+01:00Welcome to the curious<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNqpnE_BgbgJbK3wx8HFx3ziyluPeIBY_C4Arl7jrm3rYbKSdCzxlTbXpGTQZbEB2fpUO92H_gyDvbnMubKbxIsAL23rOzn8L1ytpIM1DUCbF7wEJD_3wRXBIQSmtET8iPfAI17Q/s1600-h/glan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247746940651993170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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/><div></div><br /><div>_________________________________________________</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Please send your memories and stories to bryaninfo@gmail.com</div>Kevin Hoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388356815192192127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21582326.post-67626260458582921322008-09-10T12:13:00.008+01:002008-09-11T10:27:24.842+01:00Mercury Prize for Glancy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKQpxStvt1MhksIPV24RXvezxweicLjxtva7gSltPne3IXqw-PWsn5QVD_dEmCVU09LNeQen2fUpeCwu7UlEHShAPBCjV3brL5udTV9ROMMk10m4mIyOyBpAOPb_X1aYTnpc32Qw/s1600-h/bry.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244352548166431186" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKQpxStvt1MhksIPV24RXvezxweicLjxtva7gSltPne3IXqw-PWsn5QVD_dEmCVU09LNeQen2fUpeCwu7UlEHShAPBCjV3brL5udTV9ROMMk10m4mIyOyBpAOPb_X1aYTnpc32Qw/s400/bry.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;">Last night the prestigous 2008 Mercury Music Prize was awarded to Elbow who promptly dedicated it to Bryan.</span><br /><div style="font-family: courier new;"></div><br /><div style="font-family: courier new;">It was a fitting and totally expected gesture from 5 of his closest friends.</div><br /><div style="font-family: courier new;"></div><br /><div style="font-family: courier new;">It has generated a good deal of emails from people keen to find out more about that "friend of ours".</div><br /><div style="font-family: courier new;"></div><br /><div style="font-family: courier new;">BBC Manchester will shortly be posting a tribute to Bryan a link will be provided on this site.</div><br /><div style="font-family: courier new;"></div><br /><div style="font-family: courier new;">Here is the dedciation that <a href="http://bryanglancy.blogspot.com/2006/06/guy-garvey.html">Guy Garvey made to Bryan</a> on this blog back in June 2006. </div><br /><div style="font-family: courier new;"></div><br /><div style="font-family: courier new;"></div><br /><div style="font-family: courier new;"></div><br /><div>__________________________________________________________</div><div></div><br /><div>Please send your memories and stories to bryaninfo@gmail.com</div>Kevin Hoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388356815192192127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21582326.post-45532162627157279182008-02-28T09:03:00.003+00:002008-02-28T09:09:13.156+00:00Bryan's Legacy<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The rock group elbow have dedicated the final track on their new LP to Bryan</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The track is called Friend of Ours</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The LP is called The Seldom Seen Kid</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Here's an early review of the LP mentioning our friend. </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.femalefirst.co.uk/music/Elbow+New+Album+The+seldom+seen+kid-4736.html">Click</a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">____________________________________________________________________<br />Please send your memories and stories to <a href="bryaninfo@gmail.com">bryaninfo@gmail.com</a></span>Kevin Hoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388356815192192127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21582326.post-68266957540831776682007-06-08T10:09:00.000+01:002007-06-08T10:11:42.421+01:00Mo Meek<div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Playlist for a tribute LP<br /><br />Ad_Man Shouting</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Beating Me Home</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Beat The Boat</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Bicycle Corn cob Tuesday</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Bullets in the Backgroud</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Burning Babel</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Buttons</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Cash & Carry Love</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Cat in the Mask</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Chinned</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Christ Stopped In Salford</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Dont Sell Me</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Down in a Norhern Town</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Empty Vessels</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Getting Desperate</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Goodnight History</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Harry</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Kid Who Saved Your Life</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Little Prince</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Making Love is Easy</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Memory Man</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">More</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Muse in my Shoes</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">New York & France</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Nightmare</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Proppinig up the Bar</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Remembering You</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Roadside Blues</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Schoolboy Dreams</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Season Fishing</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Singer in the Subway</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">6 String Suicide</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Start</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Stephen</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sycamore Tree</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Time for Change</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Too Many FoxesWaiting in the Wings</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">When Harmony Comes.</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Hey when you read the list as the lyrics to a sad but beautiful song ....you can almost remember the boy.</span></div> <div style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Shalom Baruch Dovid "Bryan" Glancy</span></div><span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" ><br />________________________________________________________________<br />Please send your memories and stories to <a href="bryaninfo@gmail.com">bryaninfo@gmail.com</a></span>Kevin Hoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388356815192192127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21582326.post-40873447250273703952007-05-20T11:46:00.000+01:002007-05-20T11:48:20.766+01:00Mike<span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span> 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)<br /><br /></span></span> <div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span> 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.</span></span></div> <div align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span> </span></span></div> <div align="center"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span><span style="font-size:130%;">"...and in this smokey town, where the washed out pavements are<br />mirroring the lord mayors frown,"</span></span></span></div><br />____________________________________________________________________<br />Please send your memories and stories to <a href="http://www.blogger.com/bryaninfo@gmail.com">bryaninfo@gmail.com</a>Kevin Hoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388356815192192127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21582326.post-70038396494335862512007-01-21T10:19:00.000+00:002007-01-25T18:21:20.181+00:00Guy LoveladyIt 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.<br /><br />God Bless you Bryan, 1 year on and it still hurts like mad.<br /><br />______________________________________________________________________<br /><br />Please send your memories and stories to <a href="http:///">bryaninfo@gmail.com</a>Kevin Hoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388356815192192127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21582326.post-54619860925936950312006-12-20T08:43:00.000+00:002006-12-20T08:49:52.174+00:00john paul medhurst<div>"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. </div><div>"I'm gonna find an ironmonger who doesn't ask questions!" </div><div><br /></div><div>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. </div><div><br />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. </div><div><br />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. . </div><div><br />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.<!-- D(["mb","</div><div>Is that the time? </div><div>love and love john paul medhurst</div>",1] ); //--></div><div><br />Is that the time?<br /><br /></div><div>love and love john paul medhurst</div><br />_______________________________________________________<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Please send your memories and stories to <a href="bryaninfo@gmail.com">bryaninfo@gmail.com</a></span>Kevin Hoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388356815192192127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21582326.post-1152638657320075012006-07-11T18:21:00.000+01:002006-07-11T18:28:37.076+01:00David Maxfield<div><div style="font-family: verdana;">I arrived back in Mancland 3 days ago after a visit to India to set up a B+B in Goa.<br /><br /></div> <div style="font-family: verdana;">I left for the trip from Newbank towers , a home of a good friend of mine full of encouragement from mr glancy.<br /><br /></div> <div style="font-family: verdana;"> </div> <div style="font-family: verdana;">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.</div> <div style="font-family: verdana;"> </div> <div style="font-family: verdana;"><br />First met bryan when he wrote morphine after the fall from bury new road which, if you remember is where the song originated.</div> <div style="font-family: verdana;"> </div> <div style="font-family: verdana;"><br />You fell how high and survived?? fukkin hell bryan yerv had too much rock n roll you mate, but seemingly not enough rkid..</div> <div style="font-family: verdana;"> </div> <div style="font-family: verdana;"><br />The whisky was on form that night an i remember playing beat the boat over and over again while bryan had crashed..</div> <div style="font-family: verdana;"> </div> <div style="font-family: verdana;"><br />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</div> <div style="font-family: verdana;"> </div> <div style="font-family: verdana;"><br />Farewell rkid.. </div> <div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Maxi.. </span><br /></div></div><br />______________________________________________<br />Please send your memories and stories to <a href="bryaninfo@gmail.com">bryaninfo@gmail.com</a>Kevin Hoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388356815192192127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21582326.post-1152189545768005282006-07-06T13:35:00.000+01:002006-07-11T18:54:10.083+01:00Paul Horrocks<p><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Stumbled upon this site purely by chance but so glad I did.</span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family:courier new;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I cannot really add anything to what has already been written, I did not <i>really</i> know him.</span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family:courier new;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Some people give off vibes and sometimes you just <i>know</i> that there is something special about them.</span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family:courier new;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Having spent my growing-up years in </span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" >Salford and its big brother <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Manchester</st1:city></st1:place>, my best memories are of pre-Madchester. Pre-Oasis<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family:courier new;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Drinking bottles of Holsten Pils at The Boardwalk, watching The Waltones, The Bodines, and countless jingly-jangly indie bands whose name began with a ‘The’.</span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family:courier new;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >City Life was a bible for finding out who was playing in town just as vital was listening to the Tony The Greek radio show.</span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family:courier new;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I first remember hearing/reading about </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span style=";font-family:";" >Bryan</span></st1:place></st1:city></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > as one of the new acoustic troubadors of the North-West along side Johhny Dangerously (hmm is that your real name Mr Kloot ?) and Bob Dillinger. I was intrigued – what one bloke with a guitar singing on their own <i>withou</i>t a band ?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family:courier new;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Ambitions of running a record label, managing bands, DJ-ing and writing a fanzine never happened sadly, maybe its still not too late (even with a mortgage and two kids) </span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family:courier new;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Fast-forward to now and a lot of the bands I’ve seen are just memories and names in the ‘where are they now’ file. Some names you just <i>remember.</i></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family:courier new;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I am a Library Information Assistant at The University of Salford (Adelphi Library) and met </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on"><span style=";font-family:";" >Bryan</span></st1:city></st1:place></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > probably at the beginning of 2005.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family:courier new;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Apparently he was studying English, Sociology and Politics.</span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family:courier new;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I remember </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on"><span style=";font-family:";" >Bryan</span></st1:city></st1:place></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" > for having the knack of being the last student in the library.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" >I wish I could say that I had great conversations over films he had borrowed and returned (occasionally a day late); Paris,Texas, Goodwill Hunting, Kes, Get Carter, The Office, The Third Man, Dirty Harry and Man Bites Dog – unfortunately Bryan never spoke much – he didn’t need to really – a shame.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" >He did smile occasionally, a cool smile that said hundred words – I remember him stood at the security gate trying to get my attention once when he hard forgotten his ID card. University rules say that if you do not have your ID card then you cannot enter the library.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" >Some rules are meant to be broken for some people.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" >It was a pleasure to have met you<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">____________________________________________________<br />Please send your memories and stories to <a href="bryaninfo@gmail.com">bryaninfo@gmail.com</a></span></p>Kevin Hoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388356815192192127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21582326.post-1149172069670982632006-06-01T15:27:00.000+01:002006-06-01T15:30:36.366+01:00Guy Garvey"friend of ours..." is how i heard bryan begin a<br />thousand stories. I remember how i felt when he made<br />it clear to me that he'd decided to be my mate. it was<br />supersonic. this charming handsome effortlessly cool<br />bloke had decided that i was alright and he seemed to<br />know every interesting cat in his beloved<br />manchester.sandy (friend of ours) pointed out that he<br />could never have had a full time job as his social<br />commitments took up his whole day. endlessly positive<br />nurturing sweet man i will never get used to the idea<br />of you not popping round the corner walking too fast<br />and smiling when we see each other."hiya mate." to<br />start and "love ya mate" to part.i know its the last<br />thing we ever said to each other.the most precious<br />object i own is a photo of us that will stay on my<br />wall so that years from now i get to tell people what<br />you mean to me and how ridiculously funny you<br />were.with all of my heart ,love ya mate. garv x<br /><br />Please send your memories and stories to <a href="bryaninfo@gmail.com">bryaninfo@gmail.com</a>Kevin Hoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388356815192192127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21582326.post-1146609000018721672006-05-02T23:27:00.000+01:002006-05-02T23:31:48.376+01:00Andy & Sarah Nuttall<span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">We didn't know Bryan much at all, saw him play a couple of times. Planet X was the first time, Liverpool, about 1990, Six String Suicide was the song, filled the place and we talk about it today. Finally met him through Mark in a pub, a hero introduced with "this is my mate, Bryan" ("what, THE Bryan Glancy?"), self-effacing and shy, but what a talent. Sarah wants to hear him play SSS just one more time. RIP Bryan.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">_______________________________________________<br />Please send your memories and stories to <a href="bryaninfo@gmail.com">bryaninfo@gmail.com</a></span>Kevin Hoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388356815192192127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21582326.post-1143315756774555942006-03-25T19:40:00.000+00:002006-03-25T19:42:36.786+00:00Salford Pete - a top blokeHi all, where to start? Bryan is my best friend I miss dearly, I know so many people and have so many new friends because of Bryan.<br /><br />Bryan you enriched my life so much, and taught me to see the world with my eye's wide open.<br /><br />I'll never forget you brother, things will never be the same again.<br /><br />love always<br /><br />The Salfordian<br />____________________________________________________<br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Please send your memories and stories to </strong></span><a href="mailto:bryaninfo@gmail.com"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>bryaninfo@gmail.com</strong></span></a>Kevin Hoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388356815192192127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21582326.post-1141756417488740682006-03-07T18:31:00.000+00:002006-03-07T18:33:37.500+00:00Sheila JohnsonI just wanted to add my message to those already here. I am his Mum's close friend over many years and therefore knew Bryan from the day he was born. I watched him grow, and later play with my own children, being at school with my son and a really good friend to him and to my two daughters. Then we all got on with our lives but any time I, or any of them, met Bryan again, we always found him, warm and affectionate, lovable and friendly, and a pleasure to meet and talk to and laugh with.<br /><br />I knew he played and sang, and even that he did lots of gigs but, sadly, only now am I finding out how many other people in his own world loved and admired him. I have been so touched by the blogs posted from those who mourn his loss as we do and would like to send my own thanks for their lovely messages. We too will always miss him.<br /><br />_____________________________________________________<br />Please send your memories and stories to <a href="mailto:bryaninfo@gmail.com">bryaninfo@gmail.com</a>Kevin Hoppshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18388356815192192127noreply@blogger.com0