Years ago, I took the missus to see the Blues Band when they were playing here in Sunny Bormuff, then went backstage for a lig afterwards with a couple of my muso mates. On meeting Paul Jones, I said "Hiya" and complimented him on the show, as you do, but was then a bit puzzled when he replied in a bizarre pseudo-american accent. Knowing full well that he hailed from Portsmouth, I asked where he got his unusual accent. He got all embarrassed and awkwardly mumbled something before wandering off. Good gob-iron player though.
The Blues Band's Dave Kelly, on the other hand, is a thoroughly genuine geezer and dead brill slide guitarist. I have fond memories of watching him perform an impromptu bottleneck acoustic version of Robert Johnson's Crossroads Blues from a stool perched on top of a table at the long-since bulldozed Hive venue, when the power suddenly went off during a set by the John Dummer Blues Band. I was about 16 or 17 at the time and it was right in the middle of the 60s blues revival. I saw Muddy Waters, John Lee Hooker and Howlin' Wolf all perform at the same small venue. Character-building stuff.
