Bass players.
Attack of the Clowns was very nearly called Where’s Barry? after yet another definitely committed bass player didn’t turn up to a single session.
I could talk backwards in those days (and I was the old guy in the band).
Forgive me, my memory is very cloudy these days but this was me circa 73ish maybe, I don’t remember, before I ducked out of society, got straight, found God yet again, shaved my head and peroxided it, before going bald and becoming a recluse in Niddrie.
I like the pokies sometimes, leave me alone.
Could be later in the 70s:
In August 1977 Elvis met his fate
but he couldn’t get into heaven
because he couldn’t fit though the gate
courtesy of Peter and the Test Tube Babies
Melbourne Kebab Station on Keillor Rd deliver a HSP fit for a king. Mercy, I am off the wagon. God bless you.
The souva joint across the road puts it in the shade. No contest.
Know them very well
Massive EITD fan
This is my Hardcore band…