The first thing anyone would do on the guitar back in the late sixties was play the riff from Pictures of Matchstick Men. It was just something you had to do. And if you haven't got a guitar then you just pretend. It's just fantastic. I would play it on my first guitar which was some no brand super light thing with strings that would cut grooves in your finger. It would take a few more years before I managed to get myself a guitar that felt good.
A mate of mine from the local youth club. I recall his name to be Jimmy Page. But it could have been something different. Though his last name was Page but for the life of me the only first name I could think of is Jimmy.
He sold me is Ibanez Les paul. It had a case. It was heavy. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. It was black with white trimmings. When I became a Mod I decorated it with arrows using electrical tape. Same stuff I would put on my shirt. Copied from Paul Weller on the modern world album.
I'd throw it around on stage and despite knocking off a machine head it survived rough treatment. I got new pick ups.
Then the day I got my first telephone ever. This would be 1980. Never had a phone before. God knows how I ever found out about gigs. That day, thiefs broke into my flat in Fitzroy and stole the guitar, a carton of Kent cigarettes, a six pack of beer and it looked like they had a bit of a party too. Bastards.
Luckily that was all they took. All my records remained. Including this one.
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