We broke the mould!
The Stokes Family Band played a strange concoction of instruments; first of all there was my mother on a little harmonium which had to be pedalled, next my brother on the clarinet, he was 15 at the time and 18-year-old me on the acoustic guitar. It was the percussion department that made up the bizarre element though as my 12-year-old sister played a bass drum that I had made from a cardboard cylindrical packing case with a tractor tyre inner tube stretched over the top which created a dull thuddy boom when hit with a washing-up mop covered in felt, and my father played the maracas, well, washing up liquid bottles filled with peas actually.
Now I know you're all itching to hear this, but you'll have to read all about it first: opobs.wordpress.com/2012/11/26/we-broke-the-mould/
We broke the mould!
The Stokes Family Band played a strange concoction of instruments; first of all there was my mother on a little harmonium which had to be pedalled, next my brother on the clarinet, he was 15 at the time and 18-year-old me on the acoustic guitar. It was the percussion department that made up the bizarre element though as my 12-year-old sister played a bass drum that I had made from a cardboard cylindrical packing case with a tractor tyre inner tube stretched over the top which created a dull thuddy boom when hit with a washing-up mop covered in felt, and my father played the maracas, well, washing up liquid bottles filled with peas actually.
Now I know you're all itching to hear this, but you'll have to read all about it first: opobs.wordpress.com/2012/11/26/we-broke-the-mould/