Almost: As I Remember It
By Terry Gill
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Brought together by their common dream of wanting to be rich and famous, Terry shares an entertaining chronicle of their journey to bring their vision to fruition. The young men, undeterred by their lack of instruments or experience, were determined to be different than other bands by writing their own songs. After securing a singer who later proved he could not sing at all, Terry details how the band began their foray into the competitive and often challenging world of musical performance where nothing was certain but their desire to be memorable.
Almost is the true story of a group of young men who formed a pop band in the sixties with the goal of becoming rich and famous.
Terry Gill
A man born in Birmingham who spent a number of years travelling the UK and Europe with a pop group who is now retired and living in Cornwall.
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Almost - Terry Gill
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Published by AuthorHouse 02/08/2021
ISBN: 978-1-6655-8489-0 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6655-8488-3 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-6655-8490-6 (e)
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Contents
Preface
Chapter 1 The Beginning
Chapter 2 Whiskey Mac
Chapter 3 Flensburg
Chapter 4 Baumholder
Chapter 5 Hamburg
Chapter 6 Paris
Chapter 7 The Reunion
Well-Known Bands We Worked With
Preface
This is the story, albeit a true one, of a group, a band, a pop group—call it what you will—that was started in the early sixties. We, like thousands of other groups that were formed at that time, wanted to be rich and famous and have everything that went with being a well-known pop star. It was the dream of 90 per cent of young men of the era.
I was helped in this endeavour by the other members of the group and people who were connected to the group, many of them from its inception to its demise. Unfortunately, age being what it is, our collective memories have been eroded by the passage of time; hence, the subtitle of this story—poetic licence.
Some names and places have been changed to protect privacy.
About 75 per cent of the bands that were formed around that time disbanded within a few months when they realised that you had to be able to play something or sing to be in a band. Another 20 per cent carried on and rehearsed and rehearsed, did a couple of gigs at the local pub, and then realised that it wasn’t happening, or they were too busy at work, or their girlfriends didn’t like it, so they knocked it on the head.
Unlike those bands, this band carried on and went for it and made it … well, almost.
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The Beginning
I suppose it was about 1964. I had a friend at school, Michael, whose nickname was Sam; we always call him Sam, never Michael. It was all to do with an old music hall star named Stanley Holloway, who used to sing, ‘Sam, Sam, pick oop thy musket’. I can’t really remember why—maybe it had been on TV or Sam kept singing it or something—but it was better than his original nickname, which was Wimpy after the character in Popeye. Anyway, Sam asked if I fancied starting a group. You must remember that, in 1964, every male between the ages of ten and fifteen wanted to be, or was, in a group of some sort. Well, having nothing better to do, and although I couldn’t play any kind of instrument, I said yes.
We gathered a motley group of people who all thought the same. There was Dave Griffiths, a neighbour of Sam’s. Sam and I had been to junior school with him, but he had gone on to grammar school, clever git that he was, whereas Sam and I went to the secondary school. Dave was always known as Griff from his last name, obviously a shortened version of Griffiths. Another member was Neil Bedford, who was in the same class as Sam and me. He was known as Nelly, and he was a strange boy who had lost an eye in a camping accident—it’s a wonder we didn’t nickname him Popeye, but that would have been cruel, wouldn’t it? That made four members, which seemed to be the norm for groups back then. Oh, the fourth member was me, Terry Gill. I don’t think I had a nickname, unless it was Tosser.
We didn’t have any instruments, apart from an old bass drum that Griff’s father had played in the Boy Scouts band years before, so we painted guitars onto cardboard, cut them out to shape, and mimed to records in Griff’s garage. It was good enough at the time. I thought I was really good at that—in fact, I played that cardboard guitar better than I can a real one! Nelly said he had a friend who could actually play guitar and wanted to join the group, so he came along. His name was Stan South. He lived in Nechells, which was a good bus ride away, so he must have been keen. The rest of us lived within a mile or so of each other on the Beeches Estate.
Well, Stan was a godsend. He could play two or three chords, which made him almost godlike. He was also a very nice guy—still is, although I don’t see him that much nowadays—and at the time, that was more important than what he could do. He taught Sam the chords, so we now had two guitarists and one old guitar that Stan had brought along.
We also had a bass drum but no pedal and various plastic washing-up bowls that made up our drum kit. I was voted in as the drummer but had to supply my own drumsticks.
Griff at that time was going to play guitar, so Nelly acquired from somewhere an old beat-up Spanish guitar, and Sam got himself a guitar. I think the pair of them must have cost £5.
Nelly couldn’t get his head around playing a guitar (neither could the rest of us, but someone had to do it), so he decided that he didn’t want to play anything but would be our manager and photographer. We would walk around town doing silly poses while Nelly took pictures. Griff and I were both having problems with our chosen instruments—mainly that we couldn’t play them—so we decided to swap, Griff on drums and me on guitar. This didn’t make a lot of difference, because we couldn’t play those instruments either!
Because the Spanish guitar that Nelly had gotten from the junk shop was so beat up, we thought that could be the bass guitar and that I could play bass. So we took off the normal strings and put on four bass strings. Looking back now, I wonder how the neck on that poor guitar never folded in half under the pressure of bass strings. But it didn’t, so off we went.
We now had four band members, a manager, and instruments. Now all we had to do was learn how to play. I think we started rehearsing in