All the band members look terrific, a pop group from the pen of Tex Avery, decked out in McLaren and Vivien Westwood’s ‘Sun, Gold & Piracy’ look from their Worlds End shop in Chelsea. Not a swash remains unbuckled.…

Jim is one of rock’s great crouchers. So good in fact that you want to stick a football between his haunches and quickly assemble another ten wee Glaswegian lads for a team photograph.…

The last Saturday of April 1972. I’m upstairs in my bedroom with a portable black and white TV, ready for England versus West Germany, live on BBC 1. Mum and Dad are downstairs, watching…

Concert poster courtesy of Steve Crocker. To the best of my admittedly limited knowledge, Miles Davis never ran the voodoo down Fargate, not even in a silent way. John Coltrane never rolled his cool ‘trane…

It’s a pilgrimage. A congregation of eight-hundred, mostly male devotees, packed like pilchards in this clammy West Street basement, are here to see our guitar hero Bill Nelson, Baron Be-Bop Deluxe, Mr. Red Noise.…

After band practice we adjourn for a few pints in The Beehive. Charlie is on flying form: "We're gonna be called The Box", he declares, his moustache flecked with creamy Guinness…