Well, that’s it. I’ve had enough. I’ve waited over a month and no one’s even been bothered, not even had the courtesy to email me, or blog or anything to say sorry.
Or recompense me for the money I had to shell out to Lug. Ten pounds - not to mention a round of drinks for Lug and all his regulars. And I had to buy that as they were a particularly mean looking crew. Especially the guy with the thick arms and tattoos of the devil up both arms and round his neck.
So there I was. Sitting at my drums, which I had to carry unaided up two bloody flights of stairs with a nasty bend halfway up, and I’ve got a bad back. All on my own. A drummer sitting all on his own – can’t be many things sadder than that. Except maybe a band without a drummer! Then I had to carry them all down again. And my van got a bloody parking ticket!
Needless to say we’ve missed the deadline for the commercial. No money there, then. And that could have been a good little earner. So I guess this is the end of the line. I should have let sleeping reprobates lie, let things be.
Anyway. That’s it! No point getting together now is there? I’m out. Goodbye.
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Psychedelic Blizzard of the Luminescent Fist were formed in the late 60s by Eddie McFlintock and Josh Grubbe as Teynham's answer to the Pink Floyd. Unfortunately their gigs were so poorly attended (due to the rubbish quality of the music and promotors having trouble spelling the band's name) that the band split up after only a couple of months. But luckily a totally brilliant drummer called Derek Smith, sensing the band's amazing potential, resurrected the band, retaining its original guitarist, the legendary Richard Drew, who also had a van, and the rest is history. After a couple of years playing in small halls the length and breadth of Kent the band had their first break, changed their name to Blizzard (which made it easier to spell) and the rest, as they say, is history. Oh, did I already say that?
Richard Drew – Lead guitar (1967 – 1976)
Derek Smith – Drummer (1967 – 1976)
Charles “Chas” Palmer-White – Rhythm guitar (1967 – 1976)
Nigel Smart – Keyboards (1970 – 1971)
Frankie McCartney – Bass guitar (1967 – 1971)
Bonzo – Bass guitarist (1971 – 1976)
Carl Cooper – keyboards (1971 – 1976)
Richard Drew – Lead guitar (1967 – 1976)
Derek Smith – Drummer (1967 – 1976)
Charles “Chas” Palmer-White – Rhythm guitar (1967 – 1976)
Nigel Smart – Keyboards (1970 – 1971)
Frankie McCartney – Bass guitar (1967 – 1971)
Bonzo – Bass guitarist (1971 – 1976)
Carl Cooper – keyboards (1971 – 1976)
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3 comments:
I was a drummer once. Chicken.
Chicken drumsticks? That reminds me of that sad tale about Alfie "Swine" Lefevre who used to play the bones- chickens knuckle bones he said but i didn't think that poultry had knuckles? Anyway, he got lost on the way to a gig with Ted Fishington and the Crabmeat Five over in Landudno and he took a wrong turning or something an ended up in some terrible haunted village on the coast near Portmerion. This is what Ive heard anyway. He found a pub around dusk and just as a heavy smog was descending and went in to ask for directions but the place was empty except for some green slime. He found a phone and when he picked the reciever up he heard a tiny cracked voice say " I'd leave if I were you" - so he did.
He ended up crashing into a tree and spent the night wedged in the branches with severe lascerations.
Was he in a relationship with Severe Lacerations then? Why did they climb a tree together? All very odd if you ask me.
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