My Father, Alfred William Ruffle, part two.
My Father wrote about a number of characters from Dagger lane, and most were renowned for one thing or another. The era he writes about is the early to mid 1920’s. [Read more →]
My Father wrote about a number of characters from Dagger lane, and most were renowned for one thing or another. The era he writes about is the early to mid 1920’s. [Read more →]
My Pa was an amazing fellow.
He was born November the 14th 1915, in Tolleshunt Knights. On his birth certificate it says his Mother’s residence was 72 Fambridge road, but essentially my Pa was brought up in the legendary Dagger lane. [Read more →]
Post the Damned Roundhouse gig, the flood gates truly opened.
I remember walking through the graveyard at St Mary’s church, the route I always took to and from our local pub, the Queen’s Head on the quay in Maldon, late one November night in 1976, having consumed several Bob and Abbots, a particularly potent beer, anticipting playing a new single Will had picked up for me, “Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols. [Read more →]
Here’s a selection of photos which Geoff Younger emailed me, of Bostock and Wombwell’s circus. Aren’t they fabulous? Thank you so much for sharing them with us Geoff, Kushti Jo! [Read more →]
When I was a kid, around 4 or 5, I used to have a sheepskin rug by my bed.
My Pa used to josh me and say it was a lion skin, and that he’d caught it when he visited Africa. He said because he was very strong he’d caught the Lion by the tail, and with some amazing sleight of hand he’d turned the critter inside out! Whereby he’d grabbed it’s skin, turned it inside out again, and sent the no doubt highly bemused animal on it’s way, unharmed, to grow another coat!
Of Course there’d be lots of laughs involved, and it was never wicked or cruel, but a show of his amazing strength and bravery, and how all the Ruffle family were so good with animals. [Read more →]
The most immediate memory I have of the Gene Tryp, is supporting Husker Du at the Marquee. We’d played the Marquee quite a few times before, certainly with the Icicle Works. But to support a band who meant so much to me was a dream come true.
I can clearly recall hanging out with them in the dressing room back stage, asking all sorts of questions, some really dumb ( “hey Bob, is Greg gay?” ) and some technical, about Bob Mould’s fiery guitar sound. [Read more →]
Well, as I’ve documented on Psychedelicgaragepunk.com, as the Prog years petered, and Pub Rock became more New Wave, England in the 70’s was a very exciting place. Unless you’re of an age to remember, it’s hard to imagine just how exciting and revolutionary the 70’s were, just like no doubt people who lived in the Swinging 60’s would have. [Read more →]
