I was supposed to be an historian I suppose. At least, that's what I studied in Oxford back in the days of flares, prog rock and visions of a better world. Maybe I would have been had I spent less time touring with bands and more time submerged in my studies. But music won and the 1970's were spent building large PA rigs and doing tour production for the likes of Selecter, The Beat and Haircut 100 in between sessioning in studios such as Rockfield and theatres around the country (guitar, sax and flute).
Fate intervened once more in 1980 and a period spent managing Roy Harper and launching his record label were followed by a decade at the sharp end of what was then a record industry, managing bands and producers and doing A+R consultancy for the likes of A+M, CBS, MCA and others.
Like all music professionals, part of my accreditation was the Virgin Records rip-off, leading to a nasty legal quagmire feathering the nests of slick lawyers and an accompanying dissillusionment with the record industry but not with music. Refocused if not yet entirely re-energised I returned to recording my own music in the early 1990's, and within the context of assembling my own modest recording rig found myself sourcing juicy bits of equipment for friends and acquaintances in the industry. As so often in my past, an accidental adjunct to the main event turned into the main event itself and the rest is history.
A monster with three heads, Funky Junk now operates from London, Paris and Milan meaning (if nothing else) that I get the occasional good meal and frequent good company. One thing is for sure, though...a life of accidental twists and turns holds other unexpected aventures in store.
At least, I sincerely hope so.
Specialities
Pasta.
Education
University of Oxford
MA, History and Economics
1967 – 1970
My greatest claim to fame was being appointed to the board of the world's oldest historical society, the Dervoghila Society, founded in the twenth century by my college founder, John de Balliol. The next day the rest of the committee resigned, leaving me as Chairman. I promptly designated remaining funds for a blow-out meal for members and wound up the society the following day, thereby erasing eight centuries of tradition overnight.
Activities and Societies: Debauchery
What?
A blog about gear. And about music. And about life. And about the whirlygig of gossip, innuendo and blather surrounding them.
Opinionated? Probably. Wise? Probably not. True? Well, as straight as the next horizon.
All views expressed are personal and do not necessarily reflect those of the company. However, those here who dissagree face summary dissmissal.
When?
As often as inspiration or the need for verbal vomit dictates.
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