Creem Profiles
DAVE EDMUNDS
(Pronounced “Boy Howdy!”)


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HOME: Plynth-yndyr-Ryvyera-Ryckfyelyd, Wales.
AGE: Decreases proportionately as Nick Lowe’s increases.
PROFESSION: Demonstrating the Gibson Les Paul for interested consumers everywhere.
HOBBIES: Slaking a heavy photographic jones, planning Rockpile albums, guessing Nick’s hair color, making Elvis Costello look tall.
LAST BOOK READ: How To Use A $20 Million Recording Studio To Produce The Sound Of Scratchy 78s by Blind Boy Strummer.
LAST ACCOMPLISHMENT: Honored with a lifetime subscription to GQ, while remaining Rockpilers were feted by Dog World.
QUOTE: “Won’t you take me to funky town? Won’t you take me down to funky town?”
PROFILE: Beginning with a lovely-sculptured Sabre Dance, this minute studio whiz kept-a-rockin’ ’til the world heard him knockin’. The stray cat found stardust at his feet and produced ’til he got Stiff; emerging at the top of the Rockpile, credibility intact, he knows his Swan Song won’t be heard for years...
BEER: Boy Howdy!