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Thread #20801 Message #3238760
Posted By: Will Fly
14-Oct-11 - 04:52 AM
Thread Name: Remember Les Cousins, in London's Soho?
Subject: RE: Remember Les Cousins, in London's Soho?
My memories of the Cousins start around 1964 - when I used to hitch down to London from college in Leeds, mainly to see Jansch and Renbourn - and principally Davy Graham. The all-nighters were a must and became a regular feature of life when I moved to London in '68. I had the good fortune to jam with Davy at the club - Al Stewart serving coffee behind the bar, Andy on the door, etc. Other nights I jammed with Mox - harmonicas strapped like cartridges in a big leather belt over his shoulder, and long red hair and beard (Mox lives in France now and we exchanged greetings not so long ago via YouTube) - plus sessions with Alexis Korner and Duffy Power. Being young and innocent in those days, I always refused the little pill box that was passed around...
Other memories include performances by Mike Chapman, Wizz Jones, John James, Keith Christmas (who dated my sister briefly), the wonderful, unforgettable Jo-Ann Kelly (sometimes with Mike Absalom), a very rude and swollen-headed John Martyn, Mike Cooper, one Ian A Anderson, the Pigstye Hill Light Orchestra.
We got chucked out around 4am, if I remember rightly and were allowed to go around the corner to sleep in the Crypt until the tubes started running, around 6am. (For those who weren't living locally). When I then lived in London - in Bayswater - an early morning sunshine walk up to Marble Arch and then through Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens back to the bedsit was always a pleasure.
My abiding memory is of going to the Cousins for the very first time, with my old Otwin guitar in its case, to see Davy Graham (my then hero) for the very first time. I hitched down and got into Soho in the late afternoon. Andy let me stash my guitar down in a corner by the bar while I went for a sandwich and a beer. When I got back - about 7-ish - there was Davy in the club by himself, tuning up and practising. He asked me to show him my guitar - bless him! -and we spent over 30 minutes playing and chatting. It's a moment I'll never forget - he was kind, encouraging, sober and a complete gentleman. Other things happened to him over the years, but that was a time to cherish.