THE REAL LAST FLIGHT OF THE CORSAIRS III:

 

The old VW van that had stood on the drive at the cottage

all the time we’d rehearsed there was eventually put back on 

the road & loaded for the final show. The drummer was mad, 

angry about something we never quite understood, not happy 

that his precious van was hauling our gear & just wanting us 

out of his life. There was a glimmer of social conscience 

there so the gig we’d been booked to play at Tonypandy 

British Legion Club went ahead, but not before an eventful 

climb at snail speed over the hill at dusk with a sick VW 

that just wanted to lie down one last time & die. 

As we nursed the drummer to push on over the hill twenty 

three wheeler disabled cars overtook us in formation – Ross 

& me split our sides! 

That night in the half time break of our final show, immortal 

lines were recorded as one local asked for an explanation of all 

them knobs on our mixing desk. To this day Ross & I still 

fall about as we recall, 

“What’s them slidy things then?”

“It’s a mixing desk, it’s like two channels – it’s Steeree-o” 

(ok so you had to be there!)

 

The band had gone through  a few personnel changes 

(mostly bass players for some unknown reason) since it first rehearsed

at the cottage in the hills with the mattresses stuffed against the 

windows. In it’s final incarnation it included new boy Alex Burack 

on bass, a man who was to play a significant roll in the future of 

electronic music. 

But before that, there’s was the serious matter of Bingo.

 

(K)