After Joby and the Hooligans, and before The Chefs, there was an in-between band called the Smartees. We were Joby and Tracey (Preston, later of the Molesters) on vocals, Ricky on Drums, Steve Beardsley (later of the Accents) on guitar and vocals, Carl on guitar, and myself on bass and vocals. We didn't last for long- too much internal romancing (partly my fault, I confess, but I was a young and hotblooded thing), but we did some great songs before we collapsed. After that, I was at a loose end and Carl came round my house, having set a poem I wrote to music ('Food'), and we formed The Chefs with Rod on drums, who lived two doors down.
This is a picture of Carl and me rehearsing with the Smartees. I think Carl was about 17 or 18 and I must have been about 20 or 21.
This morning I changed the last song on Myspace and uploaded the demo of the song I wrote for Sara's birthday- very rough as I only hds an hour and a half to do it before work. I'll put another one there next week. Just off to the library to fill in all the missing gaps in the referencing for my book (what a BORING things to do) then picking up Elle Osborne and whisking her to the studio to play fiddle on Memento Mori (not boring) and possibly even recording the Paris song if there's time.
1 comment:
Dear Helen, that picture of you.
Oh you pretty thing, whats a beautiful thing like you, doing in the UGLY world of Rock n Roll?
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