© Steve Neil 2017
Dural HiFi and Home Theatre
StoryTime
I was never a great alcohol drinker back then, never smoked or took drugs so it didn’t take more than a couple of Bourbon and Cokes to knock me over so imagine my dismay when Pete organised a gig every Friday night at the Duke of Edinborough Hotel in the City. No money however as we were payed in drinks (as much as we could quaff in our allotted three hours). Pete reckoned the exposure and publicity were worth it. All I got was pissed, crabs and STD. In fact the women there were so loose, they’d wait until 11.00pm (closing time) see which band member wasn’t attached and try to get off with him. I have to tell you, after three hours of drinking free Bourbons, the later it got, the better they looked. Not that I was much to look at then - me in 1968. The Duke of Edinborough Hotel gig lasted around six months. I can’t actually remember why we quit but I think lack of money may have been a factor. We then started to be quite prolific playing all around Sydney, playing Hoadleys Battle of the Sounds at Roselands Shopping Mall and cutting a demo disc at World of Sound Studios in Ramsgate. That was a dud as Doug, the second guitarist, stopped off at the Hurstville pub on the way and was never seen again. So, it’s 1969 and things are looking up. Lets leave the music for a while and catch up with my sex life (at this point, any family members can skip the next couple of chapters). My first experience was behind the Church hall whilst attending Church Fellowship (I don’t know anyone who attended Fellowship for the religious experience - just the experience). I was 15 at the time and met a lovely girl named Beverly. I can’t remember what we did inside the church hall but I sure remember kissing and fondling behind it. It was my first fondle (if you get my meaning) and I made a devastating discovery, it is virtually impossible to have sex standing up against a wall with a girl with jeans pulled down to her knees. It doesn’t take much imagination to work out that the physics just won’t allow anything even approaching intercourse. I gave up and ended up having sex alone - at home in the bedroom. I was dumped - again. Now, organising a time-line for this missive is becoming more difficult as I go on and even more frustrating when life is split into forks so, as I re-read the last paragraph, I realised two things, writing about my sex life that could be problematic. Firstly I don’t remember a great deal as I was pissed most of the late 60’s when I discovered Bourbon, and remained in that state for decades thereafter and secondly, it could embarrass a lot of people - assuming they’re still alive! So back to the music. Click here for next page
© Steve Neil 2017
Dural HiFi and Home Theatre
StoryTime
I was never a great alcohol drinker back then, never smoked or took drugs so it didn’t take more than a couple of Bourbon and Cokes to knock me over so imagine my dismay when Pete organised a gig every Friday night at the Duke of Edinborough Hotel in the City. No money however as we were payed in drinks (as much as we could quaff in our allotted three hours). Pete reckoned the exposure and publicity were worth it. All I got was pissed, crabs and STD. In fact the women there were so loose, they’d wait until 11.00pm (closing time) see which band member wasn’t attached and try to get off with him. I have to tell you, after three hours of drinking free Bourbons, the later it got, the better they looked. Not that I was much to look at then - me in 1968. The Duke of Edinborough Hotel gig lasted around six months. I can’t actually remember why we quit but I think lack of money may have been a factor. We then started to be quite prolific playing all around Sydney, playing Hoadleys Battle of the Sounds at Roselands Shopping Mall and cutting a demo disc at World of Sound Studios in Ramsgate. That was a dud as Doug, the second guitarist, stopped off at the Hurstville pub on the way and was never seen again. So, it’s 1969 and things are looking up. Lets leave the music for a while and catch up with my sex life (at this point, any family members can skip the next couple of chapters). My first experience was behind the Church hall whilst attending Church Fellowship (I don’t know anyone who attended Fellowship for the religious experience - just the experience). I was 15 at the time and met a lovely girl named Beverly. I can’t remember what we did inside the church hall but I sure remember kissing and fondling behind it. It was my first fondle (if you get my meaning) and I made a devastating discovery, it is virtually impossible to have sex standing up against a wall with a girl with jeans pulled down to her knees. It doesn’t take much imagination to work out that the physics just won’t allow anything even approaching intercourse. I gave up and ended up having sex alone - at home in the bedroom. I was dumped - again. Now, organising a time-line for this missive is becoming more difficult as I go on and even more frustrating when life is split into forks so, as I re-read the last paragraph, I realised two things, writing about my sex life that could be problematic. Firstly I don’t remember a great deal as I was pissed most of the late 60’s when I discovered Bourbon, and remained in that state for decades thereafter and secondly, it could embarrass a lot of people - assuming they’re still alive! So back to the music. Click here for next page