Henry Cluney Resume

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Really all my details are there but just in case:
For years, people have asked me what "really" happened -- why did I choose to leave one of the most sucessful punk bands in rock history? I've also read countless articles about SLF, how it started, and how it became a legend in punk history -- articles mostly written from internet research based on misinformation.

It's time to give you my side, my story of how it all happened.

Before I begin, I want to say I mean no disrespect to Jake, Ali, Brian, Jim, Collin, Russell or Gordon. They remain important figures in my past. We share a history of punk greatness, a history of more fun than a 17-year-old kid from Belfast had a right to. I have very special memories of them, of the time, of who we were. We could not have become the legend that is SLF without any one of them.

In 1974, my folks had given me a guitar for Christmas and I had begun to think of myself as a guitar player. Of course, it was one of those first guitars -- where the strings stand about 1-inch off the fretboard -- one of those unplayable, untuneable creatures that shoppes advertise as "beginner" instruments. But at the time, I didn't care. I loved to play it, play it loud and proud. Looking back, I wonder how the folks, or my brothers, put up with "the racket" coming from my bedroom. But they did.

In the same year, I met Jake Burns at school. We shared a love for music, and I'd often find myself at his house listening to music. I suppose it was some kind of destiny, and we soon found ourselves putting together a group called "Highway Star," a "rock" group gigging locally playing cover versions of rock standards.

In 1976, my daddy passed away from a stroke. The last words he said to me were, "Look, it's Elvis Presley." One of my life-long regrets is that he never got to see SLF, or know what we became. I can only hope he would have been proud.

1977 was a transitional year in music. Disco was dying and a new music was on the horizon. It was in that year that I purchased an EP that would change the direction of my life -- "Live at the Marquee" by Eddie & The Hotrods.

I listened to that EP over and over. I tried to get Jake to listen, but he would have none of it. After weeks of pleading with him to let Highway Star play some of this new music, Jake kicked me out of the band. I guess I should have realized then this was shades of things to come.

After a few months of silence, Jake and I began to talk again, and he finally agreed to listen to this "new" music... and he agreed we should "go for it." With Highway Star bass player, Ali McMordie, Stiff Little Fingers was born.

A chance meeting with Gordon Ogilvie soon followed. Gordon convinced us we should write our own music -- about Belfast, about who we were, about our lives in our troubled city. In 1978, we self-produced our first single, "Suspect Device," and the rest, you could say, is history.

In 1981, Jim Reilly left, and was replaced by Dolphin Taylor. Looking back, for me, that was the end of the REAL SLF.

After touring and recording for four years, Jake decided that 1982 would see the end of SLF. He wanted to pursue a solo career and walked away. I went back to a life in Belfast.

In 1987, Jake decided his solo career was at an end, and called me. He thought it might be time to bring SLF back for another go. We spent the next seven years playing and recording. Our music was drifting away from our punk roots. I voiced my concern that we might be going in the wrong direction.

In 1994, we were in the studio recording the CD, "Get a Life." I had completed recording all my parts for the CD and had gone home. I hadn't heard from Jake for weeks, so I called his home. His wife told me he was in the bath. I haven't spoken to him since. Our manager, Russell Emanuel, called me soon after and told me my "services" were "no longer required."

I have always regretted the ways things ended, but even more so, the lie that was told -- that I chose to leave the band -- a lie that continues to this day.

But life makes us who we are and I have moved on. In 1997, I moved to the United States and started a new life there playing in regional rock groups. It is now time that I return to the things I love -- touring, recording -- making the music that is part of who I am. I want to bring back a feeling of how the REAL SLF was.

I will always be grateful for the SLF experience and for all it taught me -- for the thousands of supportive fans who continue to contact me and share their stories of how SLF was a big part of their lives. I can only hope that my new music will meet with their approval.

-- HC

Updated:  September 16, 2009

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