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Band For A Day

Back in the early seventies when I was at university and trying, with limited success, to learn the bass guitar I was introduced to another student who was a drummer. I’ll call him John, not because I want to protect his … Continue reading

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Band On The Run

Our drummer struck a deal with Mick, the Irishman who ran the Sydenham Conservative Club. The band needed somewhere to practise and the Conservative Club was looking to put on some entertainment. Mick offered us the use of an empty … Continue reading

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A Tale of Two Winters

It was February (1970?). About eight of us had cheap tickets to see Johnny Winter and support band Keef Hartley at the Royal Albert Hall.1 When the doors opened we were ushered up the steps around the edge of the … Continue reading

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Inappropriately Dressed

I moved to York on the day of Princess Diana’s funeral in 1997, but I grew up in a south London suburb. My parents came from a working class background. One of my grandfathers worked in a biscuit factory for … Continue reading

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Fans and Groupies

Paul looked at Andy and said, “I think it’s time, don’t you?”. Andy nodded, grinned and took off his jumper to reveal a black T-shirt emblazoned with white letters spelling the word “Ando” (his nickname among close friends). Paul, who … Continue reading

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In Heaven’s Name

Playing bass in a band was easier than I’d expected. You just put your fingers in the right place at the right time and twang the string. Agreeing which songs to play was harder. And the really difficult bit was … Continue reading

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A Musical Genesis

“I’ve got a good idea”, said Paul, “Let’s start a band”. It must have been early summer 1970. My brother, Lawrence, and our friends Paul and Howard were relaxing in the living room. It was true that I played the … Continue reading

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