Saturday 24th August

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DID YOU STEAL THAT BAND? (1):
 
The band back home (Talisman Wood) had disintegrated amongst 
demijohns of wine, the band with Ross had died up in TonyPandy, 
now I was left with a pile of live gear & no band – 
I was Billy-no-mates. Back in the rat-n-flea flat I made a rare & 
risky decision to spend my life savings on a brand new Sony 
reel-to-reel tape recorder, inspired in part by the memory of 
evenings with Budge’s old Phillips & the laughter it induced & a day 
in a chair cupboard at high school poetry.It turned out to be the 
first step in an era of ‘best moves’, a new period of life after Art.
I began where we’d left off in the chair cupboard, experimenting 
with tape speeds, reversing the tape, learning how to make multi-track, 
recordings without the constraint of having an end result in mind, just 
enjoying the ‘process’. It was difficult to afford tapes on the £18 a 
week the social paid out, but as long as I stuck to bread & tinned stew 
it was possible. 
With a batch of ‘odd sounding songs’ in my pocket I set about finding 
an odd sounding band & ,not ever having had to to it before, didn’t have 
a clue how it was done. I started asking around the few musicians I knew 
& somewhere the name ‘Afie Thomas’ cropped up. He was a mature student 
studying at the Welsh college of music & drama , an institution so far 
outside the closed circle of the art world i had spent three years in 
town & had no idea it was right under my nose – an exotic wonderland 
opened up! 
I liked Alfie instantly. I liked the light in his eyes, his smile, his 
broad Carmarthenshire accent, his idiosyncratic dress sense & his van 
(the van was the clincher).
 
(K)  

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