The Faces were an English rock band formed in 1969 by surviving members of the original Small Faces lineup when their lead singer Steve Marriott, left the band to form Humble Pie with Peter Frampton, 17-year-old drummer Jerry Shirley and bass...
Every now and then you will come across something in your hopefully long life, be it a painting, an image, music or the written word, that touches a raw emotion. So it was with me in 1972 with a lovely song called Journey by the much underrated...
1976 and I’m 21 years old. My job is pretty cool. I was classed as a special executive. Sounds grand but equated to a general dogsbody, but it was a good job and well paid. But that didn’t last long as the socialist government of...
Bohemian – a socially unconventional person, especially one who is involved in the arts. I have never been that interested in going to art galleries and studying art. I have however always wanted to paint in oils. I have also always wanted...
If I said, “Sweet Home Alabama” and you were familiar with American Southern Rock music, then you would probably say, “Oh yes, Lynyrd Skynyrd, that band from Alabama,” or something similar. You would be right and you would...
I was a late comer to being a fan of Wishbone Ah, but once I let the guitar intro for Blowin Free wash over me, it was a cinch that once a fan always a fan. No matter how many times I hear this it still send goose bump going on my neck. The...
In 1978 I turned a corner. I quit my job and started to work for myself. I had a goal, a vision in fact, of using technology to get myself into writing a book and at the same time teach myself how to program a conputer. There were only two...
I have a confused area in my brain that is called the 1970s. It wasn’t so much sex and drugs and rock ‘n’ roll that had me reeling, it’s simply my brain seems to have attributed certain sounds with certain places. Take for...
Someone once asked what music I listen to when I’m writing. I don’t listen to any music, I like silence when I’m writing. But when I’m editing, that’s a different kettle of fish. I like to listen to 1970s rock music...
It’s 1973 and I’m 18 years old. Long hair, hippy lifestyle, flares, brown and yellow platform boots and a desire to stay at home and read! What? Yep, I never had the desire or need to go out partying, down the disco or the pub. I was...
It’s 1972 and I’m indulging my teenage passion for speed. No, not the drug, the real McCoy, motorbike racing, or in my case, Speedway. And not the American idea of Speedway, this is the gritty version of dirt track riding round and...
Reading Rock Festival in 1977 was a watershed for me. I had never been to any music gig and at the ripe old age of 22 I decided I was going to Reading. What a choice to make for someone who was only just appreciating rock music. I had loved it...
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