Photographer about town, Pete Carr, was there. This is his version of events.
“I went not knowing what would happen. I thought at first the event was a choir performance in Static. It was, sort of.
But we were told that a ring would be created around Liverpool city centre. A 5 kilometre ring comprised of 100 people a set distance apart. At the start someone would shout “Way oh!” and pass it along to the next. They shout to the next and so-on. It would loop around the city five times. You’d hear it coming. You pass it on and hear it go. Brilliant.
We walked through Bold Street and I panicked. “Don’t let me be here shouting!” I ended up on Lydia Ann Street. Other than the beautiful bells of the Anglican Cathedral ringing out it was very quiet. I was about 50 metres away from my fiancé who I would receive the “Way oh” from, and 50 metres away from the couple I had to pass it onto. About an hour passed. Around me, the city was gearing up for a big night out.
A film crew turned up to document the event. They asked me why I was here and I simply said “Why not?” They then asked me to close my eyes and sing the first song that came into my head. “Oh no. It’s Bad by Michael Jackson.”
They asked me to sing it.
“You know I’m bad. I’m bad. You know it. Shamon… Um… All I got.” My mind went blank due to the pressure of being filmed and asked to sing. I don’t sing. They moved on to the next couple and I waited. Then, in the distance, “Way oh!” Another “Way oh!” I saw Sam shout “Way oh!” and it was my go. “Way oh!” Away it goes. I did it! Amazing. Such a simple thing but it felt great. I was so excited for the next. A few minutes later and it comes back only this time with people walking past me. There’s a job to do so I do it. “Way oh!” and off it goes. Again, and again and again. I lost count in all the excitement and was waiting for another but our time was up.
Yesterday, Bill spent 17 hours standing on that manhole cover in Mathew Street, from 7am till 12am. He was only going to stand there for 17 minutes initially but he joked to the film director about doing it for 17 hours and the director loved the idea. So he did it!
While there, he contemplated a world without music. A world in which music had been erased and all you knew was that it was important. You couldn’t quite remember why.
The manhole cover is just outside Flanagans Apple where he used to have an underground recording studio. It would always flood and he was told there was a natural well under the manhole.
At five to 12 he painted over The 17 sign as a mark of completion and headed off to Static Gallery and celebrated with champagne.
It was a really exciting thing to be part of. When I heard it approach for the first time I was nervous as hell but after I loved it. So simple. So fun.”