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Pepper could well have used Bill as their model and I’m sure you can think
of many more examples. He was actually once asked if he’d consider playing
the role of Derek Smalls in a Spinal Tap musical - or was it a Spinal Tap tribute
band? Either way he wasn’t interested - in fact, I think he was just a
little bit insulted.
The thing that irked Bill the most about being an impoverished musician was
the impoverishment, but the prospect of making a quick buck in a Spinal Tap
tribute band wasn’t enough to lure him away from what he considered to
be his true musical path. Luckily for me that meant Bill was reliably by my
side as we trudged through a largely threadbare forty-four years pursuing some
undefined musical dream.
Not that the journey wasn’t rewarding in other ways. We travelled to the
UK a couple of times in the ‘70s and recorded at Abbey Rd Studios, as
well as recording an album in West Germany in the early ‘80s and some
low-key touring in the US and NZ – and I suppose the rather amazing thing
is that, given that we’ve never made any money over the years, we ended
up actually not owing anybody money either. (Except for you, Mike Brady –
I haven’t forgotten).
There were the occasional pay-offs of course. The Long Way to the Top tours
saw Bill at his happiest, playing alongside and socialising with our musical
contemporaries and getting well paid for it made for a truly blissful period
in both our lives.
On the first LWTTT tour there were always two band rooms at the venues –
the ‘good’ and the ‘evil’ band rooms. Because I’m
a non-smoker I chose to be in the ‘good’ band room. The ‘good’
band room was very well-behaved and so quiet you could hear Vince Melouney ironing
his socks and Tony Barber scratching his memoirs into his diary. The ‘evil’
band room was about as opposite as it’s possible to get. You could hear
it well before you got there – raucous chatter interrupted with raucous
laughter, usually followed by raucous coughing.
Bill was torn. He’d tip-toe mournfully around the ‘good’ band
room for a decent period and then hightail it to the ‘evil’ band
room and dispense his tall tales and massages in equal measure to the smokers
and tokers. It means our memories of the LWTTT tours were completely different
and it’s a shame we weren’t able to knuckle down and collate them
with a book about our adventures in mind.
Bill’s sudden departure may yet have some good results in terms of
reforming my own unsociable ways and perhaps my dropping in to visit Jim Keays
today marks a first step. It’s not that I’m particularly anti-social,
more perhaps a little too reticent for my own good, but whatever the case
it’s no longer good enough shy away from the company and potential friendship
of players whom I admire and whose paths have run parallel to my own for most
of my adult life. Bill was there one minute and gone the next. I didn’t
have the chance to tell him how much I loved and respected him, not to mention
how much I appreciated his unstinting support over more than four decades
– and he was my best mate. It’s a reminder, should we need it,
that we only get the one shot at it.
In Bill’s memory I’ll try to make my presence in this world count
for more in future and try to remember to let the people know who love and
support me that I love and appreciate them in return.
And now, finally, from everybody in the room, goodbye Uncle Bill..
1) Harry Shearer as Derek Smalls 2) The Muppets' Floyd
Pepper