takes a swig of "Irish Coffee without the Coffee" (It's after 4am
and the Damberd is finally shut and shouldn't be serving alcohol).
Xero: "Well, Gene here
was around in bands and was wanting to play in other bands around about and I was playing in this band that used to argue all the time.
If you think that this band argues a lot....... fucking hell you
should've seen the last one - it was daggers drawn. Bloody hell
fire, it was dreadful! Had a few good moments, musically, mind,
but it was definitely a 'step in a direction'....Well, they all
are, really, aren't they ?"
Giggles all round
Xero: " Anyway, so....couldn't
stand playing in that any more, and they were all whingeing about
'didn't want to come abroad' and 'didn't want to do this' and 'didn't
want to do that' and one of them didn't like playing in public...in
front of people. All sorts of problems, really."
" So in the end when I'd had enough I thought 'Oh, I'll have to
do sommat else', so I went round to Eric's and said 'What shall
I do Eric? Fucking hell, I'm pissed off wi' this, this is no good'
and he says 'What about Gene?' y'see....and I thought 'Well', I
thought 'That's a good idea, I'll go and see him.' And we had a
play together and it seemed like it might be a good scheme, and
I'd seen him, Louis, playing with this other band, What was it called?
Louis: "Beat and Blow"
Xero: "....in The Termite
Club, and he was good, jumping around, playing his bass guitar,
looked great an' all - bald head and all that, everything you'd
want really...and I told Eric and Eric says well what about asking
Louis you see and well I chatted to Louis and he had a doublebass
an' all. Didn't have a motor though - but course I had the Black
Bedford then, now that was a van !"
"....and Eric is the one who built the double bass ?"
Xero & Gene:
" Yeah the stick bass that we don't use any more..."
" Why? "
(sighs) " One question at a time, please. ...
Er, so, anyway, I went
straight home and threw the 'I Ching', right? (I'd been reading
my John Cage books, see) (art note !) Anyway, it was a belter! It
was the best one I've ever seen. Great, it says, do it! The Superior
Man fucks off straight up to Roundhay on the bus and goes round
and sees Louis and says 'Eh - How about it?'
So....now what did
I do? Oh that's right I went round to Alphonse Material's and got
Louis' telephone number and I rang up and he says 'Yeah, that sounds
like a good wheeze' or something like that, didn't you? So we fixed
a rehearsal up and I was thinking 'Oh Well, it might work, might
not' and thinking ' Well you've got to do sommat, haven't you? '
and by this time of course, the other band had fallen completely
apart and so we all went up to Louis's and had a play and it were great, weren't it? "
and Gene (in unison): " It were, yeah."
" A really nice play and it felt really good and exciting and confident
and I'd thought what should we do? So we started trying out some
tunes done with the other band and some new things and everything
just worked straight away with no.....well, with hardly any
pissing about.... And after the first rehearsal we had enough for
a gig so we thought 'Well, we'd better get one organised' so I rang
up the Cardigan Arms
( this is another Tetley's pub but on Kirkstall Road) and went to see
them and they said 'Yeah, you can have the upstairs room. Anyway,
we advertised it a bit, stuck some posters up and put an advert
in Leeds Other Paper (THIS IS NOT A PLUG!) and then there we were that Wednesday night wondering
if anyone was going to come and it was CHOCK A BLOCK! You couldn't
have got any more in if you'd tried. It was full! Heaving, it was.
Full of people. Anyway, we played and they loved it. Ate us up!
Ate us up. We did it every Wednesday for a bit - until the landlord
fitted us up. He thought there were only going to be about six people
there and eventually there were hundreds of 'em, and there were
too many for him to cope with, and he framed us, y'know.
" He said he'd found some 'drugs' upstairs after a gig. But of course
it wasn't us. Nowt to do wi' us. Might have been a client! But we
don't actually believe it exists. Anyway that was the excuse for
getting us out but worrit really was was that he didn't like washing
all the glasses afterwards - He just liked it being quiet. And he
couldn't be bothered to get a music license. So where did we go
" That's right. We did a residency at the Adelphi (home of the 'Termite
Club'on Friday nights). The first one we did at the Cardigan was
called the 'Elbow Club' because you had to be hip to know about it, and
this one at the Adelphi was called the 'Foot Club'......
'FooT Club' because I'd found...I'd been in this derelict factory
that I know on Buslingthorpe Lane and found all of these wooden
feet for making shoes. So we went down with this van full of wooden
feet and gave everybody one as they came in the door. We said right
you can be a member of the 'Foot Club'."
(laughing) " Is this true? No, really? "
" Yeah, it's true. We had sacks full of them.
Get one as you pay. "
" There's probably still a sack full in that big cupboard upstairs
at the Adelphi."
of Zippo lighter.....inhaling of joint.......much chortling)