Its seven years since Mark Knopfler contacted me, why, I thought he was thinking of reforming Dire Straits and needed my help to write the kind of lyrics that had propelled them to stardom.
Instead there has been a uncanny silence from the one time Dire Straits front man, who must have had second thoughts about bringing me back into the scene.
Firstly it would have cost him the five million he used of Straitjackets money, my money, that he used to build British Grove studios, and that would have meant he would need to downsize his lifestyle.
The private plane and the house in the Bahamas must have seemed to him more important than honesty, and the taking of a chance of my writing another Money for Nothing, with his music of course, that I feel I’m more than willing and able to do, shows his lack of initiative, and bad management.
However it seems that the greed brought through money, other peoples money, has changed who I thought was a nice guy, into the kind of Silas character portrayed in so many of Charles Dickens novels, in fact the song Money money money, seems appropriate to the person he has become, and Fiddler on the Roof must be his favorite play, and I bet he knows all the words of If [Now that I’m a rich man] I was a rich man.
Which brings me to the sad case of David Knopfler the younger brother of Mark, who shared the small flat in Deptford with John Illsley, and was a very close friend of his, who I’m sure he thought he could trust.
David was a Social Worker and Illsley a student and both of them amateur guitarists, with no band experience just a couple of mates who liked to jam.
With the arrival of Mark in London this all changed and David became the little Knopfler brother again, and according to Edd Bicknel and those who got close to the trio living in Deptford, it was “Do as I tell you David, stop thinking for yourself, I will do that for you,” to which David would reply timidly,”Yes Mark,”.
Considering this bullying of a younger brother came from someone who used his siblings position to get his feet into London, and a roof over his head, beggars belief, but it seemed to draw Illsley away from the younger Knopfler, into a very close friendship with the older Mark.
This was proved to me when I tried to contact Mark Knopfler on the Web, and found that he was using the Brewers Droop Web page. So I decided to contact David who seemed more accessible to get in touch with, and being Marks brother he would have been told about my part in the writing of the lyrics for the Dire Straits album.
Not so, after the initial shock of finding that David Knopfler did not respond to my emails, it became obvious that the guy had been left out again, and thought which is a big thought, that Mark had written the lyrics for the Dire Straits album. Now this is naive or the laddie is just pure stupid, his brother presents a bundle of lyrics that is way outwith his capabilities, and David who has probably seen what he has written previously doesn’t query this revelation.
Nor does he know that the emails I was sending him reached Mark Knopfler who confirmed it was myself who was in touch with David, so who are your friends David. Who did you tell about the emails I sent you, I’ll bet it was John Illsley and did he explain who I was, no he told Mark and Mark got in touch with me, and your still none the wiser. Are you a Saint or a Fool……