After my Pa left school, in 1928, at the age of 13, his Father secured him a job at Heybridge laundry. It was an apprenticeship in a profession that would stand him in good stead for his next big adventure.
But for now, as a young teenager, it was regular work and an education of another kind…… [Read more →]
It’s a sad and shocking statistic that at Christmas time incidents of domestic violence and friction increase dramatically. And why should that be? Is it the close proximity of other family members, that one usually never sees except over the Festive season, that irritates? Is it the increased Alcohol intake that causes people to become more aggressive? Or is it the sudden boredom that some some people suffer over the Holiday season?
No, I think I know why tempers are flared and fuses are short over Christmas. In two words, FAIRY LIGHTS! [Read more →]
There’s major part of my “Fetish” that I didn’t mention. Sadly it isn’t something I’ve experienced since probably the late 60’s, and that’s Indoor Fireworks. Indoor Fireworks you ask, surely some mistake? Not the type that Sergeant Alan refers to in his comment on “Firework Fetish”? No, you read me right, mini Pyros for use INSIDE the home. [Read more →]
Further to Charles Birch’s excellent comment about his Great Grandfather, I received this:- [Read more →]
Originally posted on Psychedelicgaragepunk.com on January 7th 2009
Like I’m sure many other Beach Boys fans did, I eagerly awaited the reissue of “Pacific Ocean Blue” by Dennis Wilson. I’ve had a very clean copy on Mini disc, taken from an original pristine 1977 cassette tape, for a number of years. I love the album, the songs, and I love Carl Wilson’s backing vocals. [Read more →]
Originally posted on August 10th 2008 on Psychedelicgaragepunk.com
I believe I’ve seen the Ramones in excess of 27 times. I simply can’t comprehend that Joey, Johnny and, my personal favourite Dee Dee, are dead. If I had to choose just one band to take to heaven, a desert Island, or where ever, it would be Da Brudders, hands down. [Read more →]
I have what I term a Firework fetish. If you ask anyone who’s close to me they’ll tell you I’m fanatical for Pyrotechnics.
I don’t just love the effects(they’re heavenly, specifically rockets, the bigger the better!) but I love the smell of the smoke, the smell of an unlit firework(although since the demise of the proverbial “Blue touchpaper” they don’t smell as good. [Read more →]
Originally posted on Psychedelicgaragepunk.com May 20th 2008.
The first big gig I remember going to was at the Oval cricket ground, on the 30th of September, 1972. The main attraction for me was Emerson Lake and Palmer (ELP). My dear old mate Barn was fanatical about them and I’d bought “Pictures at an exhibition” myself, which I thought was rather dark, and rocked in an odd kind of manner. [Read more →]
Originally posted on June 6th, 2008 on Psychedelicgaragepunk.com
I read with some amusement recently that Steve Jones, the guitarist with the Sex Pistols, saw David Bowie at the Hammersmith Odeon, the night before he retired as Ziggy Stardust, on July 2nd, 1973. I was there, tho’ I don’t recall seeing Steve. But I do recall guitarist Mick Ronson (Ronno) playing a white Les Paul at the gig, one that looked remarkably similar to the one Steve Jones played in the Pistols. I wonder if this was one of Jonesy’s infamous heists? Perhaps if anyone knows they could leave a comment? [Read more →]
This blog first published June 2008 on Psychedelicgaragepunk.com
I first met Wade at a Rock bar in Pompano beach, South Florida, in the summer of ‘89. He had a kind of cowpunk look about him, very modern post punk, post Hanoi Rocks – cowboy style but definitely punk rock. For the most part his guitar sound sucked, but his playing was real good. [Read more →]
