My mother even got me into the local blues club lifting equipment for the musicians, this was where my schooling really began. Once a month I could get in for free, if I helped to carry up huge boards to cover the back windows behind the stage, line up chairs and carry amps up to the first floor, it was tough, but the reward was seeing all the local blues musicians, even some of the original guys from America like Sherman Robertson and Jimmy Witherspoon when they blew through town. At this time in my life I had no interest in school, school was just a waste of my time, it got in the way of studying the blues and learning riffs from T-Bone Walker and Robert Johnson. Though I had brothers and sisters, the gap between us all was too big and they had left home long ago, leaving just my mother and me to keep the lights on. I also wasn’t really a kid with many friends, so I would come home from school, go upstairs and work away until I was told to go asleep. Without the support of my mother, I would never have made the journey through my late teens, even now I can hear her wisdom and encouragement, not to give in when times are tough, and the show aways goes on no matter what happens or is happening in your life “Music always comes first”, that phrase has seen me through many relationships and jobs. Without music, I would never have travelled to far off places or seen and met the wonderful people I have met at gigs and festivals across Europe. Music has definitely given me the opportunity to get out of dodge. It’s also been a channel for my own inner insecurities and demons, the songwriting has given me a way to release, whatever has been building up inside. I look back on some of the lyrics and I have no idea where they were dug from, from somewhere deep within that’s for sure. I never got any qualifications and never dreamt of being a writer, life sure has a way of turning people on their head.