
Robert De Niro, one of my Hollywood heroes, is usually a man of very few
words. It was he who left me speechless, however, when I was introduced to
him.
I was silenced, not because I was overawed or starstruck, but simply because
this acting icon started quizzing me on the Jacobite rebellion, and in the
greatest detail.
I pondered and spluttered as I battled to pluck historical facts from my
recollection of school history lessons, then quickly conceded defeat.
Floored by de Niro.
I am never likely to be a Mastermind candidate for Scottish history, but I
score highly in my passion and commitment to a nation that is in the dawn of
an exciting new era: economically, thanks to the emergence and development
of new technology; politically, with the creation of our Scottish
parliament.
So when the First Minister, Henry McLeish, asked me to take on the role of
ambassador for the confident, competitive and compassionate Scotland he and
his team are building, I accepted with enthusiasm.
As a father-of-three, I am also honoured to be given the key task of
boosting the confidence of young Scots to take on the world. I am due to
meet the First Minister early this year to hammer out the details of just
what my role will involve. Until then I can only look back on my own
childhood as well as reflecting on how I am raising my own children to see
what lessons I can take from those two experiences.
As someone who was brought up in Toryglen, on the south side of Glasgow, and
who found success in the music industry with the Simple Minds I believe it
is vitally important that Scotland's young people are given the confidence
to succeed. Yes, talent is important but I estimate that having that "grit"
- a determined confidence to attempt any challenge - is the factor in which
talent becomes magnified, multiplied and raised to a level previously
unimagined.
There were times growing up in Toryglen that I could have done with an extra
dose of confidence myself.
I had a stutter which at times would be manageable and not something I was
overly conscious of. At other times it was humiliating and definitely led to
mickey-taking, especially when I was required to read out loud. I would die
a thousand deaths as the surrounding sniggers inevitably grew to a
crescendo, praying that my teachers would excuse me and end my ordeal. They
never did.
My parents, however, were very supportive. My dad was a builders' labourer
and mum worked part-time as a sewing machinist in an industrial clothing
factory workshop in Albion Street. They worked hard, played hard and fought
hard to instil positive qualities in their children in the hope that a solid
working class psyche was firmly stamped on our characters.
Their only words of wisdom were along the lines of "do your best at all
times and you will be sure to succeed" and "treat others as you would like
to be treated". I repeat the same mantra to my own children, James, Yasmin
and my step-daughter Natalie. I am sure I will have cause to repeat them
many times in my ambassador's role.
With our lives woven with the vagaries of showbusiness and, at times, an
intense focus on our personal backgrounds, giving my children what I hope is
the best start in life is a different and perhaps taller order than my
parents faced.
I've never pushed the children in any direction except to encourage them to
study and get the best grades possible from their education. They have been
brought up surrounded by artists, musicians, actors, fashion designers,
journalists, politicians and film and TV personalities.
Not surprisingly, it is these professions which interest them and it is not
hard for me to imagine that they could end up in any of these fields. In
have told them that being able to work and make a living doing something you
are passionate about - in my case music - is a great reward in itself.
Likewise, I encourage them to have a dream and to do all they can to make
them come true. Hopefully, I will be able to inspire a lot more young people
to do the same.
Only last week I was thrilled for Natalie, who first came into my life when
she was one. The reason for my delight was she had been signed up by one of
the world's major modelling agencies. When quizzed, she was very cool about
it, embarrassed when I congratulated her.
I asked her why she had never told me of her ambition. She insisted that it
wasn't such a big deal that I shouldn't be so over the top, and that she was
wisely intending to continue with her first love - studying photography and
films.
She might have been cool but I was excited that with encouragement, she,
like most other young people, will quickly develop the right amount of
self-esteem to get whatever they want out of life. Which 18-year-old does
not need reassurance and confidence in their transformation from child in
awe to insecure teenager and then, hopefully, to determined young adult?
I am forever grateful to my parents for the support and best start in life
they gave me. My stutter would make me sink into my shell sometimes but
nothing too drastic. I certainly didn't feel sorry for myself. In fact I was
always relatively popular, especially as a teenager, although never quite
popular enough with the girls. As though such a thing could ever be
possible!
From the earliest days of my music career, my family not only shared my
enthusiasm to succeed, but wholeheartedly backed me. Let us endeavour to
offer the same support to Scottish youngsters.
When I told them in 1977 I wanted to turn my back on the three years I had
already served as an apprentice plumber to join the music industry, they
were in turmoil. Especially as only one more year and I would be a full-time
served City and Guilds tradesman.
They were worried, as were my grandparents, that I was walking away from the
opportunity to call myself a tradesman, to instead join a shadowy world
where I would probably be confronted with all the temptations of drugs and
decadence. I think they imagined me succumbing to them all and ending up a
sad and delirious down and out.
Amazingly though, despite their concerns, they stunned me by stumping up the
£150 I had begged for to buy equipment and pay the studio fees to record our
first demo tapes. To say this was a generous act is a massive
understatement.
Twenty five years ago, £150 was a considerable amount of dough. My dad only
made decent money when the weather permitted and mum's job never brought in
much.
They were giving me just about every penny they had, forfeiting any extra
luxuries that year that they might have been able to afford.
However, I feel their generosity worked both ways in that this encouragement
spurred me on to greater determination to succeed and gave me a real sense
of moral responsibility.
I really wanted to do all I could to repay their faith in me and my musical
dreams.
The parents of my ex-classmate and songwriting partner Charlie Burchill also
showed great faith as did some parents of the boys in the original Simple
Minds line-up.
We must have seemed deluded in telling them that we were aiming not just to
get a record deal or a spot on Billy Sloan's midnight Radio Clyde show, but
to appear on Top of the Pops, play Wembley Stadium and Madison Square
Gardens. We must have been unbearable to our parents, obnoxious maybe.
Grinding them down with our enthusiasm, telling them we planned to sell a
million records and have umpteen number one albums. But despite the odds
being a zillion to one against us, they still backed us wholeheartedly.
Thankfully, we pretty much pulled it off, always aware of the support for us
at every step.
My music career has taken me all round the world. Put me in a roomful of
people when I am on my travels and they will know all about my Scottish
roots well before we part company. Thankfully this situation comes about
usually in response to anexisting, overwhelming curiosity about the country
I call home.
If by chance the global success of Simple Minds, and my flying the flag, can
boost Scotland's profile, then no one would be more delighted than me.
It is time we Scots got together to proudly and loudly shout about the new
developments happening in our country and underline the fact that we are a
can-do, confident nation.
Whether it is boasting about our achievements to Robert de Niro, or
bolstering the confidence of young people, I am happy to help.
Jim Kerr
Sunday Times 07/01/01
http://www.sunday-times.co.uk/ (Scottish section)