My Black Box

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The mid nineties. My former band Joyryde had a high-profile, well-paid, socialist festival gig coming up – supporting Tom Robinson and various other worthy acts on Clapham Common in London (being fronted by  women, Joyryde occasionally netted politically correct shows by default)

Joyryde Mayday 1996 - Between Songs

Joyryde Mayday 1996 – Between Songs

We’d recently taken on a singer, recruited via Melody Maker classified ads. Can’t say I was happy about that, but it did relieve me of vocal duties and let me focus 100% on my guitar while she did her leaping-about front-woman thing, shaking her dodgy perm as she went. However Madam not only chose to quit two days before our big show, but also  had her muso boyfriend ring up the organisers saying he’d “heard we had no singer – could his band step in?”  NO WAY!

I had 48 hours to relearn playing-and-singing-at-the-same-time on 15 songs. We  hadn’t rehearsed for over a month and my head was totally in the wrong place. I HATED that woman so-o-o-o  much. I tugged my black box of effects pedals and cables out from under the stairs, and opened it, releasing the beer, tobacco, and who-knows-what-else odours of the last show. Then came another, less-expected stink… a momentary but massive whiff of all the painful experiences, all the rejection letters, all the unreturned calls, all the humping-someone-else’s-gear-upstairs at five am, all that shitty underside of “being in a band”

My box, my box, my precious box – tell me what I did – Why my hands are soaked in blood each time I lift the lid

A defining moment in my love-hate relationship with rock’n’roll, and if nothing else came out of it, I got the germ of “Black Box” which I eventually recorded with Kathy X   Anyway I didn’t close the stinky old box. We went on to do a killer show and I was on a high for days.

You’re everything I wanted, everything I know – Wish I’d never seen you but I’ll never let you go

2014  The “black box” – though now containing substantially fewer pedals –  has somehow outlasted all the people who tried to come between us


Here we Go

Waiting for the Soundcheck,  Cafe Savo, Berlin

Waiting for the Soundcheck, Cafe Savo, Berlin

I’ve been blogging for a while on Tumblr about the songs I write and the life I’ve led…..I’m on a creative journey which may have reached a fork in the road. Thanks to WordPress I can carry on in both directions, and maybe meet new people on the way. Initially I want to see who and what is out there on wordpress….. so feedback is very welcome!

I’ve no idea what the WordPress experience will entail, except for a little smiley saying “no activity yet” ….which is going to change any minute now!

and it just has……time to figure out the options….Ok let’s try fonts. Not much doing there.


Links! ha, now I can send you off to look at my website, see you later!

Word count 123. Am I talking too much?

Path p. Path p? they didnt have that on tumblr. All in good time.

Image! Quote! Gallery!  I haven’t even had breakfast yet.

Why does it say “The Cat’s Pyjamas” on the preview of this blog?

Publish immediately. I Don’t Think So…..




Ok what the hell….