Cor blimey Mrs Jones, how’s your Bert’s lumbago?
Today is Friday, last in August, and another warm one. The weather so far, since the long cold winter, has been very kind. Change from 2012, it seemed to rain all year apart from 4 weeks for the Olympics and Para-lympics. This year reminded me of the summers we used to have in the 60’s and 70’s where you could put up with the rain because there were more dry days than wet ones.
The summer of ’76 sticks in my mind for the wrong reasons, hot sticky, my daughter and I both suffered from heat stroke quite a few times that summer. Rehearsals were held outside and my daughter played nearby. What strikes me as totally remarkable about that summer was the number of people forming bands, rehearsing in back yards, or disused warehouses. Everyone mucked in together, music brought us all joy, if you stopped playing you could listen to someone else play.
Everyone was listening to the music for free, none of the bands playing around that area of London had been signed and gigs were hard to get for part time musicians. Plenty of pubs offered evening gigs during the week but to get somewhere at the weekend, especially for us unknowns, was prohibitive.
Any road up, as the actress said to the bishop, we were having fun, playing music and listening to others playing music was the best. I think a few of those bands did get signed, some by majors. The Dogs never did get signed. We could’ve been The Dogs Of War, or The Dogs Bollox even, but that’s why we left it as The Dogs so people could add anything they liked or nothing at all. I haven’t kept in touch with anyone from those heady days, mainly down to moving, apparently the average Brit moves 8 times in their lifetime, so far I’ve moved 22 times in my lifetime.
If anyone reading this remembers The Dogs, The, or The Are Soles please get in touch. Especially Ian, Dave, John or Jules.