beautiful violin, he was a professional in an orchestra. Uncle
Harold also played lead trumpet in a theatre orchestra and later on became a
professor of trumpet at a university in Exeter..England. Aunt Alice was a
music teacher, she played the piano and had a gorgeous contralto voice, she
also was a professional. Friends and family, we were loaded with those who
could sing and play, no wonder I grew up loving music.
I think the year was 1935, it was the silver jubilee
of King George the 5th. A young lady (Mabel Barrow) was looking after me
while Mum went shopping. It was raining very hard, no chance of going out,
we had exhausted all the games we had, Mabel suggested that she teach me how
to play a song on the piano, she was a beautiful pianist and played entirely
by ear. Before Mum got home I could play "Little Sir Echo" a popular song of the day. I asked her not to tell anyone. The next time she looked after me she taught me "The Mountains of Mourne", a well known Irish song. Unfortunately Mabel told Mum and after hearing me she decided I needed lessons, I absolutely refused to go so I was left to develop my playing by ear style entirely on my own. I did this by listening, watching and asking questions. It stood me in good stead for many years.
The war came along in 1939 and with the blackout
teenagers were mostly restricted to youth clubs which had been started
especially because there was nowhere else for us to go.
The youth club I attended was the"Keyham Youth Centre" it had a billiards
table, two dart boards, a bar which sold tea and buns and a stage with an
old piano on it. It was around this time that I went nuts on boogie-woogie.
My mother hated it, all the girls in the club loved it. I found out quite
quickly that when I played I was surrounded by no boys, but plenty of
girls - it got me lots of dates.
I also found out that I could get free beer by
playing at a local pub. The landlord turned a blind eye to the fact that I
was under age, as long as the piano was tinkling out sing songs his business
was doing well. One night a friend of my dad's who was a policeman caught me
in an inebriated condition. He informed my dad who had a strong interview
with me over which I will draw a veil.......I didn't play in another pub
until I was in the army. When that day came early in 1945 I said my goodbyes and headed out for another stage in life."
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