The fastest guitar in the west..... end of a vision.

Clear Vision headed into 1999 with renewed enthusiasm. We were Kent's Second Best Band (see previous blog post) and we had gigs piling up. Playing such giddy venues like The Cricketers in Gillingham, my rugby club at Aylesford and the long lost Cherry Tree in Parkwood, Rainham. 

The "Cherries" always used to get a big crowd as it was the local for 2 members of the band and also my girlfriend was local, so she always used to get many of her friends and family to come along. However, the "Cherries" used to also attract a few other unsavoury characters, with a very pungent whiff of "herbal cigarettes" filling the air. Maybe that's why the venue is now an Indian restaurant. There always seemed to be tension in the air in the pub, many drunks always expecting you to play songs they requested, expecting instant recognition of these songs and immediate play of said requested song, never understanding that to get a band to play a song, each member has to go away learn the song and start to piece it all together in practice for a couple of weeks before it was gig ready. To combat this I used to get the boys to play a standard blues song and I would then jam the lyrics to the requested song in question, sounding nothing like the actual song but it would always make the boys in the band giggle seeing them get agitated. Let's just say the band definitely paid their dues there.

My favourite venue was The Cricketers in Gillingham. Popular with the Gillingham FC supporters, always rammed on a match night and if the Gills had won then the atmosphere was electric. Our first gig there was quite fun, we turned up at the venue and the manager showed us where to set up. We plugged in and set up, did a sound check. Just before the gig a load of my mates turned up. Honestly the place was rammed, then all of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I spy my father walk in with my grandmother! Now, my nan at the time was in her early 80's and was my mother's mother. After my mum had passed away, my nan kind of took over the role of mother to myself. I am still extremely close to my nan, who is now well into her 90's. Having my nan there was pressure for me as she was very much like my mother. I always wanted my mum to say she was proud of me, so making my nan proud would be the next best thing. She took a seat, at the back of the room, for the duration of the set and we started playing. I didn't get to see her for the rest of the gig as she was really blocked out from sight by the crowd dancing and jumping up and down in front of the band. However, after the gig I went over to her, I asked if she enjoyed it. She commented that it was loud but she did like my singing. OK, like was good enough, I wasn't expecting her and knew this type of music wasn't her cup of tea, so like was sufficient. Ironically enough, recently my nan came to her second gig, with my current band. We only play 60's & 70's so it was much more up her street. We did a 'Vintage Night' with the legendary comedian Tom O'Connor. She turned up with my Aunt and after I came off stage at the end of my set, my Aunt commented that she was amazed at my band and especially my voice (it was the first time she had seen me) and that if my mum were alive she would be proud of me. Upon hearing this my nan said to my aunt, 'Oh Karl's got a lovely voice, I've known for years his mum would be proud, ever since I bought his CD years ago'. Unbeknownst to me my nan had purchased Clear Vision's debut CD; a lovely surprise to find she's proud of me and she had secretly purchased my CD too.

OK, I digress, we thought Clear Vision would be going from strength to strength, however, we had stagnated, never really getting out of playing in Kent. I'd hope we'd have done a few more gigs in London except the one or two we did. Maybe that was the reason why our founding member Alex decided that playing with Clear Vision wasn't for him anymore. I still to this day do not know why he really left but we decided that we'd carry on and try to continue the fight to get signed to a record label. The replacement for Alex didn't take long to find; we had the perfect replacement - one of our regular followers and Chris' friend. His name was Ernie..... and he played the fastest guitar in the west (of Kent).

Ernie joined the band after wowing the rest of us with his rendition of 'Johnny B Good', and within the first few weeks we were playing our first gig with the new member. However, this gig was not the ordinary gig I was expecting it to be. You see John & Yoko had split up. Yes, after 2 happy years my girlfriend and I had gone our separate ways, and on my part it wasn't entirely amicable, in fact I was rather pissed off! At that young age, she had been my first love and had plans to marry, so to be told my boyfriend services were no longer required was a rather big shock. Our first gig with Ernie was at the "Cherries" and there was a big chance she would be there, of course with her new fella. Let's just say I wasn't looking forward to it. I can write this now as I am married to a wonderful woman who is everything I want and more, plus I am friends with Yoko again and know why what happened did. Also, after 12 years it seems rather comical. However, we set up and start playing. About two songs into the set, I look to the bar and see her with her new fella, which kind of caught in my throat. So I made a conscious decision to give the gig my all and show her what she had thrown away and what she wasn't going to get back again. So for the next hour and a half I played that gig as if it was my last, the place was buzzing and I was just rocking so hard I knew it was a good gig. Ernie played a blinder and everyone loved him, especially on Johnny B. When we finished the gig, I just packed up and went without a word to anyone outside of the band. I was just glad it was over. It was the last time I saw Yoko for years, for me at that time it was the right decision, I had to give it my all and show her what she was missing. For me it cleared my mind, I knew I would be ok and I was still strong. Unfortunately, the band wasn't as strong. We continued to play with Ernie but somehow the spirit had drained away; maybe 'cause the other lads were off to uni soon, maybe 'cause losing Alex was a bigger thing than we anticipated. Whatever happened, come April of 2000 I was bandless, loveless and jobless.... And so started my first music wilderness years!

A vision of triumph.

Merlin's nightclub, in Leysdown-on-Sea, on the 'Sunny isle of Sheppey', is a weird place if you haven't visited the area before. In my then near 20 years of being on this planet, I had never visited Leysdown before the late 90s. To be quite frank, it's a bit retro.

The Isle of Sheppey is a small island located off the north Kent coast. A small body of water called The Swale separates Sheppey from the rest of humanity. It makes a big difference. The only way onto/off the island, at that time, was the rail/road bridge called Swale Bridge. The bridge was a lift bridge, allowing shipping to pass under when raised. Sometimes the bridge failed in the raised position, and if the bridge was broken Sheppey was isolated, while the rest of Kent rejoiced! To get past this problem, the council built another bridge..... Spoilsports! 

You see, the island had a bit of a reputation. Sheppey, and it's capital of Sheerness, is a bit like Chicago by the sea..... Everyone thinks they're Al Capone and it looks like it's still stuck in the 1920s. Leysdown, on the East End of the island, is like Walford-on-Sea. It really does feel like Albert Square, lots of Phil & Grant Mitchells in the pubs, Peggy looking after Ben on the beach, who's building sandcastles.... or is he actually dumping 'Big Hev's' rotting corpse under those miles of golden sands? It also has a nudists beach, where you can see plenty of thrupney bits..... Joking apart, Leysdown has a charm about it. It's got a sandy beach, a Vegas style strip (ok arcade shops, but they are all on one road) and a number of big campsites around the area. Meaning in the summer months the place is heaving with people, mostly from London's East End, ironically enough. Leysdown is UK beach holidays a'la 1972.

Out of season Leysdown is a typical holiday town in the rain. When the tourists go and the cold winds blow..... All the arcades remain open with just a handful of customers and most businesses try to do something special to attract the punters. This something special for Merlin's nightclub was to hold Kent's 'Battle of the Bands' contest in the autumn of 1998. The top prize was a week in a recording studio to record an album.

Merlin's, was and possibly still is, Sheppey's biggest nightclub. However, it's not like any nightclub you've probably ever seen before. Back in 1998, Merlin's was THE place to play if you were a band. The nightclub was more like a converted theatre, with a main dance floor surrounded by big sets of tables and chairs and a balcony, all looking down on a monster of a stage. Full lighting rig and PA, all controlled from a booth located at the back of the balcony section, which looked like mission control. 

That wet, dank and grey autumn afternoon us 5 lads walked into Merlin's for the first time and gazed upon that stage with much nervous excitement. This was the biggest thing Clear Vision had ever played, admittedly we had only been together for a couple of months. We met the sound guys and brought our kit in from our parents cars, except myself. I was too cool for parents. Andy had driven me in his super scud missile! (The super scud missile was a beast of Czechoslovakian engineering - a souped up old style Skoda. Built like a brick shit house, but honestly it was bloody fast. Sounded like a tank, looked like a tank, handled like a tank, was pretty much a tank and made everyone look when it went down the road in its sports striped livery!) Once we got our kit in, we sound checked, then had to move our kit from the stage and hide it behind the curtain in the backstage area. Other bands turned up and did the same, so there was other kit all dumped back stage, all in precise order so it could be retrieved and placed on the stage when your turn to play came round. For the next 4 hours till the doors opened we had precisely nothing to do. So we trudged around town and got fish and chips plus a game or two in the deserted arcades. It was safe to say we had the run of Leysdown. I was sufficiently bored and returned to Merlin's to find they had pulled down a big cinema screen in front of the stage. The sound guys had put on a recording of the Pulse tour by Pink Floyd. This was mesmerising, the song they were playing on stage I later found out was called High Hopes and it took my breath away. Sublime guitar work and an atmosphere like I had never known emanating from the screen. I was hooked! I sat there, with my fish and chips and watched the rest of the show transfixed. I immediately fell in love with David Gilmour's guitar work and his vocals. Why hadn't I heard of this band, why hadn't I seen them before? I later found out that Pink Floyd were one of the world's biggest rock bands ever, how they had passed me by amazes me to this day, but most likely it was because my parents didn't listen to them so I had never noticed their music before. Rest assured I now have all the albums and DVDs from the band and am an avid David Gilmour fan. However, witnessing that performance was just the tonic I needed to give me inspiration for this battle of the bands!

There were 6 bands on the bill, we were due on 2nd to last, which meant we got to see what the other bands would do. However, this was also a hindrance as we sat there nervous for hours while the others got on, played, then got blind drunk! Doors opened at 8pm. The session started at 9pm and we were due on at aprox 12:45am. The contest was due to finish at 2am. I had collared loads of my work colleagues and friends to come along, all together I had about 30 people coming personally, my band mates were able to get some of their friends and family to come too. However, we had no more than about 55 of our fans there and the venue had a capacity of about 600. Although not a sell-out, there were about 450-500 people in the venue that night. The biggest crowd we had played to. The first band up were absolutely rubbish, no reaction from the crowd and seemingly no interest from anyone. They did their 30 mins and then the crew jumped on stage to get the next band on. Now the next band were from Dover, and compared to us teenagers these were seasoned pros. All in their late 20s and they worked so well together, they played so tightly, their stage craft was exceptional and they had their own on stage light show. Oh cock! A quick word with Andy (yes he of Cutting Edge, one of my future best men, and general best friend) who is also a budding sound and light engineer. He scarpered up to 'Mission control' and found that they had lighting on a programmed basis, so he asked if it was ok to do the lights for our set. The tech guys didn't mind luckily. Towards the end of the set from the Dover band the whole crowd was frantic, even our supporters could see these guys were good, technically they were so strong and everyone was dancing. Looking to my band mates you could see the pressure was on. No other band lived up to the band from Dover that night before our set, so we knew these guys were the ones to beat.

Back stage the band got ready, tuning guitars, nervous looks, and all too soon we were called out to the stage. We had to be on our best form, playing like we've never played before and use every trick we could. However, I had one secret weapon and I was prepared to use it.

Stepping out on stage the crowd were silent as we struck up with our first song. It most probably was a song called 'Pick a Part That's New' originally by the Stereophonics, but by the end of it our own, with a crowd of people on the dance floor and a great atmosphere. We knew we were not as technically gifted at the Dover band, but we more than made up for it with exuberance, especially as I strutted across the stage and tried to make eye contact with everyone there. However, about 3 songs in disaster struck; Alex broke a string on his guitar. I started to panic, half way through the song and we'd lost our rhythm guitar. I tried to point Alex in the direction of my guitar, sitting at the side of the stage hoping he'd use that, but he dashed over to his case and pulled out a new string. Unlike now, we couldn't then afford multiple guitars on our part time job as students, so if it went tits up you did your damnedest to get going again using the same guitar. Luckily Alex got it restrung and with a few minor tune ups later on in the set, we had averted disaster. However, I was sure it would be noticed by the judges and we would lose marks. It was getting towards the end of the set, we had most of the room dancing but we just needed that something more.... Time to deploy my secret weapon!  

Our last song was the Rolling Stones classic 'Jumpin Jack Flash' and we had the customary band intro towards the end with the obligatory drum solo. The song went down well, the whole audience were on their feet jumping up and down, we did the intro to the band and Martin went off crashing around the kit doing his drum solo. Not to be upstaged, I disappeared behind a curtain and came back triumphantly holding aloft a kid's toy drum set, with the age requirement of 'Suitable for age 3 and above'. Yes this set was small, and you may have noticed, I'm a chunky chap. Well kids, this is one super big 3 year old! I strut up and down the stage holding aloft the set, smug face on, giving it large. I take a full size drum seat, Martin passes me a set of drum sticks and I then proceed to whack the crap out of these toy drums with Martin playing his full kit in a Chester Thompson/Phil Collins style drum duet circa 1976 Genesis! At this point the crowd explodes as we all play the song to its completion. With ringing in our ears we exit the stage triumphantly, we know we played a blinder, but now it's down to those who decide.

The decision process for the battle of the bands, which by now was severely overrunning, was to be decided by a split vote: 50% of the score from the judges and the remainder of the score decided by an audience vote. Eat your heart out X-Factor! We waited patiently for the result, which was given in 2 stages. First the judges result and we were pipped into second place by the technically brilliant Dover based band. It wasn't looking too clever for us, the Dover band had brought a significant following. However, the manager at Merlin's announced that we had won over the remaining crowd and won the public vote significantly, beating the Dover band by a comfortable margin and we won overall! I jumped up and Yoko.... Oops sorry, my girlfriend screamed 'oh, Karl!' We embraced and I shed a little tear. I was soooo happy. I looked at my band mates with a big smile knowing that WE were the best band in Kent! Yes!......... Erm, no!

'Ok guys, the final is in 4 weeks time here, you are the winner of this heat, congratulations!' was the lovely congratulations we got from the manager of Merlin's, as he gave us our prize. 'We've got to do this again? Oh crap it's 3:30am in the morning!' I said to my tired girlfriend, who looked at me amazed, astonished and shocked all at the same time. And do it again we did, 4 weeks later, on the day the clocks went back, against 8 bands and we succeeded in coming..... Second!.... Bollox, second! For the final, once again we weren't the most technically competent band, but this time as the crowd was much smaller we had no chance of beating the other bands by a significant margin so we came a gracious second. We didn't get to record our album, we never hit the studio again, and the only recorded material by Clear Vision was our TV Life EP. 

However, this is still held in high regard by the former staff of McDonalds store no 833, Medway Valley Park. Some of those nutters even got it signed by the band, but without my former colleagues help, love and support we wouldn't have become KENT'S SECOND BEST BAND!

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In the next post, Clear Vision loses a founding member, which ultimately sounded the death knell for KENT'S SECOND BEST BAND (can you tell, I'm not bitter). Also my first music wilderness years.

I have a vision of Music, and that Vision is Clear!

For the second rehearsal of the unnamed band I went by myself. I felt now that I had met everyone, saw what I could do and had also seen their talent, it would be better to knuckle down without my girlfriend being present. She did come along from time to time and witnessed some of our most triumphant gigs, but for now it was time to work on our set and get 'gig ready'. 

Originally, we just did covers, and within a few weeks somehow we had managed to bag a gig at the student union at one of Medway's university campuses. No pressure then! Yes, our first gig would be at a university student union, in front of loads of drunk students, baying for our blood - if we were crap..... Great! So, work hard we did. 

Within a few weeks, we had successfully got over an hour's worth of material, covering the then in-crowd of musicians/bands of the British Britpop scene. Plus a few more from a little further in the past. Very soon the gig was upon us, and the issue of finding a name was very much a concern to all. I can't remember who exactly came up with the name, but I was very proud of the name we had chosen. 'ClearVision'. Within a week, we had a logo and a hastily hand-drawn banner to display behind us on the stage. I think I still have it in the loft of my father's house, but I'll need to check. (Sometime later..... Yes i have it!)

(The Original ClearVision Logo)

The first gig came and went without any problems, mostly because hardly any students turned up and the audience was made of up predominantly of our family and friends. However, we had performed well and not made many mistakes. Our friends and family told their friends and family, so by the time of the next gig, we had a much bigger fan base to call upon. 

( One of our first gigs, at Aylesford Rugby Club, Kent)

We soon started dabbling with writing songs. I had done this on and off for a couple of years by now, very basic chord structures and melodies. Alex and Chris formed a partnership, bouncing ideas off each other which culminated in two very exceptional songs called 'TV Life', and if I do say so myself, a beautiful song called 'All I Believed'. I was trying to write on my own, but still struggling to get anything decent, except I had a chorus to something which had a hook that revolved around the words 'I, am not really that strong, and you, you're the one that turns me on'. Unbeknown to me, Alan, our bass player, had been working on something where he had a chord structure, but no lyrics, so he asked me to see if I could work with it. The next rehearsal, I rocked up guitar in hand, with a completed song which included Alan's chords for the verse, my chorus hook and a new bridge section to link the two together. It was called 'Love me Today'. With these new songs in tow and our rapidly expanding fan base, we had started to build strong foundations for ClearVision. The new songs became extremely popular and we kept getting asked if we would be recording them for people to buy. 

(ClearVision: L to R - Alan - Bass, Chris - Guitar, Myself - Vocals, Martin - Drums & Alex - Guitar)

After a number of months saving up our very limited gig money, we entered the studio and recorded our first, and last, EP. The CD was very popular; I think we sold close to 500 copies, which isn't bad considering our fan base didn't really exceed the Medway/Maidstone area. We collectively worked on the design with I think Alex using the logo to form our cover. To sell 500 copies nowadays of a physical single/EP you would be expecting a chart entry in the top 75 of the British charts (if sold in a week, yes I know, but it's still impressive). Our increasing popularity led to us entering a 'battle of the bands contest', probably the pinnacle of ClearVision's career as it turned out, and also the place where I discovered the music of Pink Floyd......

Tentative steps into Rock and Roll.

....in 1994 I went to see my, and my mother's, favorite singer. We'd always wanted to go together, but unfortunately, she had been too ill to go. So, just a year after she died, there I was, aged 16, watching Chris de Burgh at the Albert Hall in London. I was about 10 rows from the stage, all excited to finally see him. I started chatting to this lovely lady from Cornwall, who was about my mum's age. We got round to the subject of why I was there alone and I explained how and why I was there because of my mum. After the explanation, the lady waves over a chap from the side of the hall. It turns out he's Mr de Burgh's PA. She tells this chap all about me and the both of us are issued backstage passes! The concert was amazing and I was wowed by CdeB's guitarist Danny McBride. With trepidation I went backstage to meet the man and his band. CdeB was very nice and down to earth, he knew of my mum, and chatted to me for ages, even signing an autograph on my program, as did Danny McBride, who also put a message of encouragement to carry on learning guitar. 

The night ended about midnight, with me running for, and missing, the last train home. Then calling my dad and sheepishly asking for a lift, but the story I told him about why I missed the train was so great, he didn't mind. That's not the end, oh no not by a long shot. I became a regular CdeB concert attendee and in 1997, at Hylands Park, Chelmsford (home of the V festival), I was once again close to the stage when CdeB asked if the audience wanted to sing with him. I was egged on by one of my best friends, Andy, so I jumped up and I said I would love to sing, as did many others. However, he pulled me out of the crowd and there I was standing in front of an estimated 12,000 people, bricking it. We sung together on a song called 'Crying and laughing' and it was one of those life events you never forget. From that day, I wanted to sing in front of many, many people. 

Luckily, I have sung many times in front of big crowds since, not 12000 no, but sometimes 1000-2000 people from time to time. I now perform regularly with my band and I do this in the hope that one day, when I meet my mum again she will tell me how proud she is of me, as all I ever wanted to do is make her proud. However, to get to the present day means there are many, many more stories to tell, so read on.

My experience with Chris de Burgh prompted me to get up there on my own. If I didn't do it myself, I would never get to sing in front of many people, not by just turning up at people's gigs and hoping to perform; let's face it, that was a one off (or so I thought) and also it's just not cricket hogging other people's limelight..... yes, that was a joke.... not funny?..... I'll try harder. 

As I referred to in a previous post, I established a duo with my best friend, which has resulted in 2 modestly unsuccessful performances before we decided it wasn't working. This included one show with the seminal line up of myself and Ewen in front of 3 men + 1 whippet at a working men's club, plus a line up change for a gig with myself and my other best mate Andy (Ewen was more interested in racing his car, I mean c'mon what's more important here! Ha!) for his cricket club. This was better as there must have been over 50 people. As a side note both men are also friends and were joint best men at my wedding, more of that anon...  

As the ashes of 'Cutting edge' faded (yes that was our name, revolutionary eh?) I realized I needed to get myself into a real band with a drummer and other guitarists, until I did that I wouldn't be fulfilled in my musical career, so the search began. By this time I was 18 and at a prime ripe age to become Medway's biggest singing superstar! (yes another joke) I scoured the local ads, placed in Medway's music shops, for something when I saw an ad from a band who were looking for a lead singer, with guitar skills a bonus but not essential. The ad stated a new band was formed but needed to have a singer to complete the line up. I took the number down, reached into my pocket, pulled out the massive brick sized early mobile phone and called the number while standing in Chatham high street*, outside Argos. (*Disclaimer; this was Chatham high street pre chavs! Hence why I wasn't mugged for my mobile phone!) 

The call went swimmingly and a few minutes later I bagged myself an audition with the band, one excited call to my girlfriend later and it was organized that I would audition the next Saturday. I took my girlfriend along for moral support. I arrived at the address stipulated a few minutes early and was shown into a room. Shortly afterwards, I met the two lads who posted the add. To my surprise, these lads were 3 years younger than me. Yes, I know that doesn't sound a lot, but at aged 19, 16 seems soooooo long ago. However, 'in for a penny' I thought and showed them what I was capable of. The lads, who were named Chris and Alex, seemed impressed and asked if I could make it the following week to meet the drummer and bass player. Luckily, this address was located just round the corner from my then girlfriend's address.  So there I was knocking on the door of the drummer's house, the location of the first rehearsal with the new, as yet un-named band. The door opens and an even younger chap called Martin opens the door. Martin was the youngest in the band at just 15 years old, but for his age he was a very capable drummer. I must have looked like John Lennon to these chaps when I turned up..... Not because I was a presence or someone with an outstanding capability to write some of the best songs ever, no, it was because I turned up with my own version of Yoko Ono in tow. Yes, I brought my girlfriend, possibly not the best idea ever, but she was very sweet and looks nothing like Yoko Ono, in her defense. However, I wanted her opinion if she felt these chaps were good enough. Sometimes it's always good to get a second opinion. Luckily, she agreed with me that there was a special spark and I joined the band full time, starting us on our path to domination** of the Medway music scene! 

**May be a slight over exaggeration. 

In the next post, find out how our world tour of Medway came to fruition, we recorded our debut EP release and we became one of Kent's very best bands (well at the time we thought so)........

PS: Cutting Edge reformed for a spectacular one-off performance in 2003, at my wife's joint 18th birthday/our engagement party with the original line up of Ewen and myself, playing to a giddy 25 people (yes that's 25 people!). Plus, we had a new member, the then 9 year old Michael Mowbray on kid's toy drums.  Needless to say, Michael has been scarred for life and has never performed with a band or drummed since.

Ones beginnings.

Where do I start?

Well, it's been interesting, my 34 years on this planet so far. When I tell people the stories of my life, I can see the look of disbelief on their faces. I'll readily admit they do sound extraordinary, but every word is the truth. The stories of my life are the things you hear, but they always seem to happen to someone else..... Maybe I'm that someone else but I'm genuinely a normal, average every day chap.

Born to an age of disco, the death of punk, emergence of new wave and the still dominant ABBA, all with Kate Bush screeching "Heathcliff, it's me, it's Kathy, I've come home, I'm so cooooooolllllddddd"...... Why did that song have to be my birth no1? Actually love Kate Bush's work, but that song just gets my goat! OK, I digress, sorry. My parents were exceptional. I'm the son of a train driver, who gave everything he could so my brother and I could have the best, wherever possible, and a loving mother who unfortunately died when I was 14 from cancer.

Brought up on a diet of ABBA, Slade, Chris de Burgh, Paul McCartney and his Wings, obviously The Beatles, Roy Orbison, and many other musical idols, no wonder I have a wide ranging taste in music. I definitely got the softer side of my music love from my mother and the harder side from my father. I remember being about 3 and screaming the lyrics to 'Get down and get with it' with my father, one sunny summer's afternoon, while he was playing the record on his big old ditton 44's doing some housework.

My parents still influence me to this day, especially my mother. I wish she was here to see me married to my very beautiful wife, and to see me onstage with my band. Her death inspired me to do the things I do today. With my father working lots of night shifts, I had to stay at home to make sure she took her prescribed drugs when most of my peers would be outside playing or chasing girls in those early teenage years. I don't begrudge my peers; however, with the exception of a select few friends, especially my best friend Ewen, I didn't have many mates my age when my mother finally succumbed to that horrible disease. With her gone, my father saw that I was lost and with the help of Ewen, who taught me my first chords, he bought me my first guitar. My mother always encouraged me to sing, I sung in choirs, but upon her death, and with my newly acquired mediocre guitar skills, I decided to give lead singing a go and I found out I was pretty good. Ewen and I joined forces to form a duo with very little success and only 1 or 2 gigs performed. However, I soon joined my first real band and started performing to enthusiastic audiences. Concurrently to that, probably the biggest performance of my life happened, and it happened by total fluke...

....and that's a story for the next post....