This scar represents an exciting but turbulant time in my life. In 1987 I produced a single that was released on I.R.S. records and C.B.S. in Europe, It was a cover version of Mungo Jerrys 'In the Summertime' with the original vocalist Ray Dorset. It hit number 1 in the Indie charts in the U.K. and also did well in Europe reaching number 1 in Denmark and various other chart placings in other territories. Two months prior to its release, sadly, my mother had died. She died on april 1st 1987. She was 64. She was the youngest child of seven. My grandfather had moved from Forest Hill to Bognor Regis to start a business around the mid 1920's. She always supported my efforts musically so I had to deal with a mixed bag of emotions. We, (I have a twin brother) were busy with gigs and TV shows in that summer and had not much time to grieve. In 1989 my father passed away. He was 68 and in 1991 my older sister passed away, she was only 38. She was one of the crowd that had seen Hendrix at the Isle of White festival and was musically gifted, that was a killer punch. I received the phone call from my other older sister whilst rehearsing at my studio in Rotherhithe.
In early 1992 I had an operation and had my gall bladder removed. I thought I was the next in line to die, sounds crazy now but I thought there was a curse on the family. When I was being wheeled back into the ward I awoke with cries of 'I'm alive, I'm alive' and the nurse looked at me and said 'Of course you are dear'. The stone they gave as a momentowas tiny though. On reflection it was a pointless operation as the gut pain I was feeling was more to do with the stress and grief I had been through over this period of time. My whole family structure had fallen apart. This turmoil did turn me slightly 'unstable' as I also had to deal with blood sucking solicitors, a manic twin brother and a relationship breakup as my daughter was born in 85 and I split with her mother around 1988. I remember vividly being in Wardour street to attend a gig at the old Marquee near the now departed Intrepid Fox and being annoyed with the amount of parked cars blocking my way so I car walked on about four cars. I really did not care as my world had become slightly unhinged, good fun though!. This scar represents the net result of that period of time and all the highs and lows that I went through. Most of my marbles did find their way back into the bag which is good. Well, thats the scar story from a Brother Grimm. In my mind when I picture 1987 it is black. It takes times to recover from major emotional moments. You never quite get over them you just learn over time to deal with them better. This period of time is now on the top shelf in my mind vault and occasionally I will get the memories down, wipe the dust away, have a quick look and them and put them back on the shelf. I am still involved with music and continue to write and compose having penned my first musical.