David was the first drummer we had ever worked with. It was a complete novelty to hear "real drums" instead of the 'ol drum machine. I was a bit in awe of him musically, he had played in bands at school and he had played violin in some sort of orchestra or other. Most importantly he was MIDDLE CLASS!
We used to rehearse in Davy's garage, much to the chagrin of his maw. Famously she caught me pishin against the garage wall - that bastard Kinnaird wouldn't let us inside the house, that's how middle class he was. "It should be creeps not creeping charlies" quoth mamma. That garage really was damp, smelly and mouldy - Rawk n' Roll .....phew!
Davy had a p.a. and a car and a life threatening set of lights which we used to use at gigs. Lawrence refused to touch the lights after one electric shock too many.
Anyhows it was Davy who got us into the BBC to record our first two demos, him working there you see.
Davy left the band after a couple of years but he's still my pal. I met him by sheer coincidence in the Halt Bar a while ago. He had gone out on his own because his flatmate couldn't be arsed and I was playing in there with AWKB as a result of another band dropping out. Kismet what?
In the background of the little picture of David doing his Andy Warhol/Revillos impersonation you see here, is a fine collection of Creeping Charlies posters which I must track down and scan forthwith.If you've got time hang around for the background of this page to load....it's a corker.
