born in the front parlour of a two-up, two-down in Nuttall Street, L7______ _________My mother is an::::::::::and this is what she looked like=== ===and she bears a striking resemblance to her sister, Winifred=== ===they make a Formidable Duo. walking along the back-wall of the entry / ennog / jigger, i observe lifeforms in other backyards. the airfix model of Graaf Spey is alight and plumes of oily plastic smoke arise. our Paul, laughs =+=+= =+=+= Riding a yello raleigh chopper Mk1: wide splayed bars and rounded crash bar_________ _________ roller scating in a figure of 8 in Nuttall Street. i am an altar boy punk. my first guitar is a Kansas, thanks to copper coinage from Our Paul's savings box. i have been found out by Cossack: i cannot play the Kansas as not only do I know no chords, but it is unplayable. my+++ +++steps in and buys me a proper guitar. my first gig is supporting a band called The Cure, with Mike Dempsey on bass++++ ++++ Why do they wear white corduroy suits and change into torn jeans for the gig at Eric's? i am spending a year in a basement with Paul Simpson trying to make music, but we can't seem to get teardrop explodes' synth to work. during a pause with Paul, i join mike head's band, and do some gigs, but i am sacked for being rude to Yorkie; 'he loves music more than you', scream the band as i sulk off. I know they were probably right. Much later, Mike's band become Shack, and are acclaimed. Meanwhile Paul whispers words of advice into my hot-head down at the ______ _____and invites me back to Yorkie's basement to join The Wild Swans. We record The Revolutionary Spirit with Pete de Freitas on drums: he is the only genius i know. we tour with Echo and the Bunnymen and, blow me, but i appear to have an arthuritic knee from weeks spent crouching in a van. Later, The Lotus Eaters make me famous for a song i write with Peter, The First Picture Of You_____ ___________ _______.... We are touring Italy, France and the UK, where we encounter Dumfries demons. i am invited back to the basement, this time in Hope Street, with the Wild Swans Mark II. this is a bad idea, but i learn one thing: the past can never be revisited, nor should you attempt to do so. i think, 'I know, why not do a degree?' and lo! i get a first, then an MA, but i pause for action,: no more thinking and writing. i climb onto my bike: a Giant Cadex. i am Road Race, Hill Climb and Track champ '88 with the Merseyside Wheelers and am ivited to join a band of brothers --- --- The Liverpool Century Cycle Racing Team. 110 miles today over Welsh mountain ranges. It's better than Top of the Pops.... ... i write some music with my friend, Tom Hingley, who is blessed with a Great voice. why does he want me to ditch my sampler and play guitar (again)? it is 2000, and a PhD is begun at Reading: staging recollections and multimedia theatre.++++ ++++i have an astounding supervisor in Lib Taylor, the final gatekeeper and theatre making genius. And so to Chichester. more theatre, great students and making music.
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