Sound and Soulful comments

The February gig at the Inn on the Green was as quiet as February gigs always are, but enjoyed by the afficianados, netherthe less. Afficianados? No that’s not another name for the band, you’ll be pleased to know.  We’ve been trying out a different PA System so maybe we can improve Chris’s vocal balance which one of you out there commented on. Hope we are getting it right.  We appreciate constructive feed back, so thanks to any of you that comment, especially when it’s polite. Continue reading

Long Gone

Recently Chris Youlden, Mel Wright,  Bernie Pallo and I met up in Soho for our regular drink session, but instead of using the Blue Post behind the Hundred Club, we reconvened at our old haunt in Greek Street, The Coach and Horses.  Mel Wright and I were the first to arrive and Mel mentioned that he had been by one of our old gigs, Les Enfants Terribles which was about to be demolished. Mel said he’d taken a photograph of the place but couldn’t get access to the interior. He suggested doing a piece about it for the web site. There is access to that now on the site plus another photograph of myself and the late Rod Price, our guitarist at the time, who later joined The Black Cat Bones and then the successful american arena band Foghat. Perhaps I’ll persuade Mel to do more on the past events we shared. When Chris arrived, he offered to search out an old interview he did, so perhaps we can get that on site too. Continue reading

That Time Of Year

It’s over a month since I wrote anything here so perhaps I should do some catching up. I suppose I’d be well advised to leave out the embarrassing bits, or at least most of them. I’ll definitely leave out the juicy bits because in this season of goodwill, I shouldn’t make you envious, so I won’t. Continue reading

All quiet on the depression front

On Halloween I gave up all pretence of being sensible and ended up wearing a mask and a cloak. Talk about entering into the spirit of things. It was all Gigi’s fault – of course. We went to a friend in Pimlico, dressed sensibly at first. Naturally we stopped at a pub on the way where we were able to sit outside and watch the evening’s  halloween costumes going past with people in them. Suitably reinforced we proceeded to our destination and donned the necessary garments. Once inside the house. I attempted to divest myself of the encumbrances imposed on me, but was swiftly rebuffed and whilst I lost the mask, (which incidentally reminded me of those awful wartime kids’ Mickey Mouse gas masks we were issued with… couldn’t breath properly in clean air never mind in a gas attack…) I was persuaded to retain the cloak. The dagger came out later. Continue reading