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hirezPrompted by a question about Dexion, I dug out the few old photos I've not destroyed and scanned the things. Lord alone knows why I didn't cleanse them with fire, but there we are.
Jon's probably going to come over here specially to kill me.
So. First we have this. Which features Jon programming the drum-machine in front of a Three Johns poster. We wore our influences on the music room wall in them days. (I'd pulled down the hand-made 'Bela' poster by then. Then being 1985, I think.) Note the much-modified nasty B&Q shelving, holding up records, four-track, sampling delay, digital reverb, various stomp-boxes and a Casio keyboard. The Moog is out of shot, pity the bass wasn't. You kids with your computers and sequencer-malarkey divvent know yer born...
Then there's the impressive Hostile Implant backline, pulled out of the dairy (the building behind) because it was a nice day outside. Yes, I lived in a large house with many outbuildings. (Horrible diesel Orion provided by work)
I was thin and had a rubbish haircut. On the other hand, I've never been far from wavy tin and big rusty bits of steel.
Finally there's this. 1977, probably. On the piss with Grandfather Barrett. We were 'testing' some homebrew I'd left to fester next to the Rayburn.
Jon's probably going to come over here specially to kill me.
So. First we have this. Which features Jon programming the drum-machine in front of a Three Johns poster. We wore our influences on the music room wall in them days. (I'd pulled down the hand-made 'Bela' poster by then. Then being 1985, I think.) Note the much-modified nasty B&Q shelving, holding up records, four-track, sampling delay, digital reverb, various stomp-boxes and a Casio keyboard. The Moog is out of shot, pity the bass wasn't. You kids with your computers and sequencer-malarkey divvent know yer born...
Then there's the impressive Hostile Implant backline, pulled out of the dairy (the building behind) because it was a nice day outside. Yes, I lived in a large house with many outbuildings. (Horrible diesel Orion provided by work)
I was thin and had a rubbish haircut. On the other hand, I've never been far from wavy tin and big rusty bits of steel.
Finally there's this. 1977, probably. On the piss with Grandfather Barrett. We were 'testing' some homebrew I'd left to fester next to the Rayburn.
