Keith Knowles - Drums
Becoming a drummer was a work of fate, and having a job was rare in Liverpool during the early 70's, but I was one of the lucky ones who did.
Being in work meant I could afford to buy a drum kit, it was a Premier Olympic and to me was the best drum kit in the world, sparkly, shiny, and most of all it was bleedin' loud! When the kit arrived I set it up with the same urgency in which I lost my virginity, although I admit that it did take a bit longer than 2-minutes, but the excitement was the same and there was less fumbling in the dark and less mess!
Once the kit was set up I realised I did not have a clue what to do, hit it, caress it, kick the shit out of it?
I decided to kick the shit out of it and have done so ever since! I also spent more time deciding which pair of spandex kecks would give me bigger balls than choosing between a Remo Pinstripe or Evans oil-filled drum skins, sod that, a drummer should look as good as the namby pamby's with Guitar's!
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1970 - Walton, a suburb of Liverpool and 6-miles from my beloved Everton:
I had just moved to the area from Kirkby and was wandering the terraced streets when I came across this lad getting beaten up by a couple of scally kids, being the nice boy I was I jumped in and helped him out, we chased the lad's off…….and this was my first meeting with Neil Buchanan, a weedy looking lad with a thick set of hair. 'Can I be your mate'? I asked him, 'Yea ok' he said, and that was it, we were mates.
As we grew older we discovered an underground pub in Liverpool city centre that was to change our lives, 'The Moonstone', oh what a place, I have never been so at home as I was in that heaven of alcohol and music.
Then the big one hit, seeing Mott the Hoople supporting Free at Liverpool Stadium……oh what a band Mott were……..that was it, we decided that we would form a group and the rest as they say is history!