And the band came together beautifully for the debut gig. I enjoyed it immensely. The vibe was good, the chemistry was fine. The crowd enjoyed it and danced and clapped and wanted more.
The highlight event for me was the visit from my wonderful dad Richard Bartram and Chrisso my wonderful plus mum who had travelled down from Cambridgeshire. I think Richard and Terry (Earl Taylor) must have crossed paths in the car park and had a moment of greyish recognition as they realised they hadn't seen each other for more than thirty years and evaluated each others lack of hair.
Rather bizarrely my dad had made Terry a banjo in the early 1990's while both doing a stint living near Uxbridge in West London. During this time my dad had a music shop called Thames Valley Guitars. It was my Saturday haunt. Running backwards and forwards to Old Winsor Street to Garaty's the bakery in pursuit of ham rolls and iced buns. Much of my early teens were spent hanging around the guitar shop. Sometimes you would get a glimpse of interesting local musicians from bands like Dumpy's Rusty Nuts and the very hairy Heretic boys. On one occasion Richard had repaired a guitar for Kajagoogoo's Nick Begs who I really had the hot's for. It was a fine day when he turned up at the shop.