The Portsmouth Music Scene |
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But before Heaven, they were called the Universal Trash Band
Phil Freeman says he depped in singing with the band and still had these date sheets below.
Thursday 8th February 1986 Thorngate Ballroom 50% of gross receipts
It's beleived that this band started in the early 1970's, Manageed by Vic Brown abnd worked through the MMF agency in Gosport. |
The very FIRST HEAVEN line-up was this.
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Heaven at Bournemouth Pavilion, Ray King on Clarinet, Andy Scarisbrick on Guitar, Mick Cooper almost hidden |
Heaven at Bournemouth Pavilion, Brian in the foreground, Nobby drumming and Dave sitting at the back |
Heaven on stage at Bournemouth Pavilion, l to r;- Mick, Ray, Nobby, Andy, Brian, Ollie, but Dave is hidden from view. |
Heaven outside Southern Music, Denmark Street, London. Spark recording studio was in the basement. |
Heaven, by the Hot Walls, Portsea,
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Heaven, from the NEWS |
Recordings made;- |
THE GIGS
September 19686 Dorchester Streering Wheel11 Beat Cruise from Portsmouth 13 La Babalu Ryde Airport 14 Weymouth 22 Parlour Portsmouth with Skip Bifferty 27 Newbury 28 Midhurst October 196818 St Nicholas' Youth Club Battenburg Ave Portsmouth.26 Paradise found dance at Kimbells Osborn Road Southsea. November 19681 Locksheath2 Hastings 5 Southampton College of Tech 8 La Babalu Ryde Airport 9 Lymington 10 Mecca Southampton 14 Bournemouth College of Tech 16 Dorchester 19 Blaises Club London 22 Manor Court Drayton 23 Southampton University 24 Parlour Portsmouth 30 Devizes Corn Exchange with Status Quo. It was the week that their "Pictures of Matchstick men" topped the charts. December 19683 Kimbells Portsmouth6 Brune Park School Gosport 9 Clarence Pier Southsea 13 College of Art Portsmouth 14 Weymouth Steering Wheel 18 South Parade Pier with T Rex and the Idle Race. 19 Gosport RNAD Club 20 Chichester Girls School 21 Chichester College of Ed 23 Bognor '39 Club' 24 Bournemouth Pavilion 28 ABC Guildford 30 Kimbells, Southsea 31 Gloucester January 196910 La Babalu Ryde Airport11 Glastonbury(not the festival) 14 recording 17 Cheltenham 18 Dorchester 22 Bournemouth 25 College of Tech Portsmouth 28 Main Hall Park Portsmouth for the sudents 29 Avon Rubber Sports Club Melksham Near Devizes 31 Bordon February 19691 Bishop Otter College Chichester5 St Margarets Youth Club Portsmouth. with Rosemary 6 Clarence Pier for the College of Education. with The Fortunes. 7 Brighton College of Tech 8 Reading University with Juicy Lucy and Deep Purple(not sure of when we did this, see 10/1/1970) 10/11 recording (stay at the YMCA Tottenham Court Road.) 14 Newbury 15 Southampton University with Amen Corner. 16 Bournemouth Pavilion 21 Manor Court School Portsmouth 22 Portsmouth College of Tech 23 Stacey Club 25 Portsmouth Students week social 26 Keynes College Bristol with East of Eden 28 Fernhurst. March 1969
8 Weymouth Steering Wheel |
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The new Heaven, now managed by Rikki Farr, played on 14/4/70 at The Lord Mayor's Pop Bonanza at the Mecca Arundle Street Portsmouth.
WHERE ARE THEY NOW?? Dave, now married to a German wife has two sons. was working for Rikki Farr, in Los Angelos, USA. Ray is living and working near Munich, Germany. Andy died in Islington, London. 'Ollie" was a draughtsman and was in Gosport, but last heard of in Thailand. Mick is now a retired photographer and musician and still in Paulsgrove. Nobby is retired and living at Locksheath. Manager Ricky Martin, returned to the UK in 2011 from some years in Thailand |
Heaven, loading the van. It was an old Southern Electricty Board green van. |
Heaven inside the van, Ollie in his fur coat next to Andy, with Brian on the matress on top of the equipment. |
Heaven at the Great Hall, for Portsmouth College of Technology, but was it played at Havant? |
Heaven in an unknown publicationHeaven looking up! |
Heaven sat on Hayling beach, this show the new 'truck' which had six aeroplane seats in the front partitioned setion of the body |
Heaven at the Van Dyke, Plymouth |
I was given a reel tape of one of the songs recorded in London and I sent it to Eden for them to make an acetate and they sent me this letter. |
February 8th 1969 at Reading University. |
A letter from the 'Management', Ann Luckett |
On South Parade Pier. |
Heaven publicity material |
The 1969 IOW Festival Back Stage pass |
From the NEWS, the aftermath photo, Heaven at bottom left! |
Heaven split revealed in the NEWSThe 2022 reunion, Mick, Derek, Ollie(Ray), and Ray, |
Heaven, ---- The second group
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Here's a rare shot of a young Brian Kemp, with his familar 'Beatle' Hofner bass guitar, and singing into a Reslo Miscrophone,
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Heavenly MemoriesI've attached a short history of Heaven 2, written from my perspective. It's not really an attempt to set the record straight in any way, although other members might find it interesting to read my thoughts on how and why things happened the way they did. It's really only me getting it straight in my mind. I hope you find it interesting. Please feel free to ask any questions. John Trouble In Heaven This is the story of the second incarnation of the band Heaven, or ‘Heaven 2’. I have to make some things clear; all this is from my perspective, and others might view events differently, or even have a different recollection – it was forty-odd years ago; this is not an exercise in blame, at least, not as far as others are concerned – I’m aware that I could have been less cowardly at times; a lot of the opinions I voice here, I kept to myself at the time, and that was probably because I was thinking of my position; there were no arguments or recriminations, and people behaved with dignity, even when the way they had been treated might have justified a bit of shouting; finally, it’s a bit like having car trouble – you focus on the faulty parts and not the parts that work fine. There were a lot of good times, and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
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Along with Barry Paul, Terry Scott and Ken Durow, I was in a band called Paper, working through Ann Luckett at M.M.F. agency, where Ricky Martin managed Heaven. Barry and I lived in Chichester, Terry lived in Southampton, and Kenny lived in Havant. We were like thousands of other little bands; gigging around Hampshire and Sussex and hoping to get the chance to play ‘Born To Be Wild’ live on Radio 1 Club. Heaven were the top dogs, and with good reason. They wrote their own songs, played them well, and had their sound sorted, always balanced and listenable, and they were nice guys – self effacing and, it appeared, united in their musical goals. On top of that, they were recording an album.
So it came as a bit of a surprise when the agency told us that Ray King, Dave Gautrey and Nobby Clarke were going to split from the band, and were interested in forming a new Heaven with Barry, Terry and me. They felt they were under utilised in the current set up, and wanted to stretch out more, and they had the support of Ricky Martin. I wondered why the management were going with Ray, Dave and Nobby, and why the name ‘Heaven’ was migrating with them rather than staying with the songwriters – Brian and Andy, but the trend then was to prioritise virtuoso musicianship over song writing, despite the charts being filled with great pop songs.
We had a meeting in a pub in Chichester, and the deal was done, with little thought for those who would lose out; Kenny, Paper’s drummer; Annie, Paper’s manager; Barry Edney, Paper’s roadie (none of us could drive) and the other members of Heaven. We got together for a play in the cellar below Barry Paul’s parents’ shoe repair shop, and we were off.
We had a band, but we didn’t have any songs. Ray introduced us to Frank Zappa’s ‘Hot Rats’, and we jammed on ‘Willie The Pimp’, which became a standard for us, and we knocked some riffs and lyrics into songs, but song writing was the weak spot. Our first gig was at a charity show in Portsmouth, something to do with the Lord Mayor. I can only remember that we were under rehearsed, that the material felt thin, and that I was overplaying like mad to try and compensate – it doesn’t work now, and it didn’t then. I came away worried about where new songs would come from, but it was soon resolved. I got to Barry’s cellar early, for a rehearsal, and he told me that he didn’t like the band and that he was quitting.
It wasn’t a long discussion. I could see his point – I had similar misgivings. But he was the local hero guitarist, and a damn fine one, and there was no doubt that he would progress in the business, whatever the route. I didn’t have that confidence in my own abilities, so I was sticking with whatever prospects Heaven might offer. I wanted to get out of Chichester. I wanted to go to London and play in a band.
It’s hard now to convey what ‘London’ meant in the music world then. London had venues and record companies and studios and publishers and big-time agents. London was where A & R people could see you and sign you up – they weren’t going to travel to Southsea or Dorchester. London was the hub of the music business, in a way that is difficult to comprehend in the era of internet, mobile phones, social media, Youtube and, believe it or not, better road links.
Terry got in touch with Eddie Harnett, who had worked with the Mojos and other Southampton bands, and he joined the same day that Barry left, bringing with him the song writing that the band had so far lacked.
Then it was out on the road, gigging round the country in our truck, a diesel with separate cab and body. We took it in turns - except for Dave Gautrey, who drove – riding either in the relative comfort of the cab, or in the back with the gear. Admittedly, the gear was behind a bulkhead, and we had rows of aircraft seats, but the only windows were forward facing and so high up that the only way you could see out was by balancing on one leg on the worse than useless heater and craning your neck to get a view of where you were going. We froze in winter and roasted in summer. The engine was governed to 45 mph and a gig in Penzance meant leaving Portsmouth before daybreak and getting to the venue with just time to set up.
Terry Scott would always be described as ‘gravel voiced’, and I marvel that I can’t remember him having a sore throat, or worse, considering the abuse heaped on his larynx. He was a consummate ‘front man’; when he sang, you watched and listened.
Ray King was a self taught reeds player – all sorts of saxophones, clarinet, oboe, bassoon, flute – and his tenor solos had a unique quality that hinted at jazz, blues, folk and shades of the original Heaven.
Dave Gautrey played trumpet and flugelhorn, drove the truck and looked after the PA. He didn’t waste words but, as you can imagine with someone who habitually wore Scholl sandals and socks, he was his own man, and when did speak, we listened.
Eddie Harnett – trim, big moustache, always smiling – played guitar, sang a high harmony (and some lead) and wrote a fair few songs, always melodic, and usually demo-ed on his reel to reel tape recorder. He had been reunited with his father soon after joining the band, and moved into his dad’s house in Southampton. We were gigging at a London club when the police arrived to break the tragic news that Eddie’s dad had died in a tragic accident at work. Later, we spent many days and nights jamming, rehearsing and writing at what was now Eddie’s house.
(Malcolm) Nobby Clarke was not your average band drummer. His kit had more of a jazz tuning, and his technique was jazz chops with rock power. He was quick on the uptake and musical, and I can still picture the way his eyes locked onto the ride cymbal as he played a neat swing groove.
After signing the record contract and before starting the album, Derek Somerville joined us, on tenor, to fill out the horn section. Derek was younger than the rest of us, and quite shy, for which he got mercilessly ragged. His arrival was significant; we had not started out as a Blood, Sweat and Tears / Chicago – type band. As mentioned, Zappa’s ‘Hot Rats’ was a big influence, and if we thought about it at all, we would probably have put ourselves in the same category as Jon Hiseman’s Coliseum, rather than the brass rock bands. Now, we had a horn section, and Rikki Farr’s influence was taking hold, of which, more later.
All of them were good natured, funny, upbeat, and good companions on the road. We experimented with instrumentation – at one time, I was playing flute, fiddle and bass, though not all at the same time - and, at that stage, the wind instruments sounded integral to the songs – rather like the original Heaven. Dave was expert at running the WEM PA, and we gradually got played in and comfortable with each other. But there was a problem. London was calling.
Ricky Martin and the agency were doing their best for us, but the country was filled to overflowing with bands trying to ‘make it’, and if we were going to ‘make it’ we would need a finger on the scales. Eventually, Ray suggested that we contact Rikki Farr and ask him to help us. We met him at his boutique – I think it was in the Tricorn – and he readily agreed to get involved, phoning Dave Margereson at CBS records as we sat there. A cynic might conclude that, since his boutique was about to go out of business, there was a certain attraction in taking on a band and procuring some record company funding, but, to be fair, he had the contacts and the chutzpah, and that’s why we approached him. Soon after, we took a ferry to the Isle of Wight, to the house where Rikki and the Foulkes were organising the 1970 festival, and there we signed with Rikki Farr. There’s a photo on the web, taken outside the house, and you might be forgiven for thinking that we were at a wake. Ricky Martin was with us, and, on the ferry back, he told us that it would only be a matter of time before he was out on his ear. We protested that we wouldn’t let that happen, but it did. Another friend overboard.
Rikki Farr put us on the festival, on the Sunday afternoon, in the midst of the cream of British bands – Tull, Ten Years After, The Moody Blues, Free – all match fit and at their peak from touring the USA. Hendrix was top of the bill. We had a police escort from the ferry, and, after playing, we stayed until halfway through Hendrix’s set, then dashed for the ferry. A week later, we were in Paris for a short residency at a club, then back to a record contract with CBS records. I seem to recall that they advanced £36,000. Rikki moved into a plush town house in Mayfair with two staff, and we moved into a very different town house in Putney, with dormitory like sleeping arrangements and two Scouse labourers living in the garage.
The record company advance was haemorrhaging cash; the band were on £25 a week each; rent was being paid on houses in Mayfair and Putney. We had new instruments and amplifiers – trading in our old ones, not necessarily a good thing – and then Rikki saw and heard a Kelsey and Morris PA. We got a complete custom built rig, and then, it seemed, modified, added to or changed it every few weeks, all at a cost. The old truck had to go, and we bought a brand new Mercedes hi-top van, complete with aircraft seats and 8-track. We weren’t gigging much – we had started recording – so there wasn’t much money coming in, but we didn’t care; we had no desire to look at the books. We would make a million-selling album and have more money than we could spend in a lifetime.
We recorded the album at CBS studios in New Bond Street. It was big and a bit lacking in atmosphere, and we were relative novices. Rikki was producing, but he didn’t have the ears or the musical knowhow to get the best from us, or suggest how as song might have a better structure, or recognise when something just wasn’t good enough. By this time, he had decided that we would be another Chicago (CTA), so the horns were augmented in the studio by trombone and another trumpet. Whereas, in both the original Heaven and, thus far, in Heaven 2, the wind instruments had been integral, they now became a superstructure, bolted on to the songs and a bit unwieldy, a bit top heavy. We all did our best – Nobby was outstanding – but our best needed to be better, and it could have been – with the right producer.
Rikki’s forte was overkill. More guitars, more horns, a string quartet, a double album with the mother of all gate covers, too many liner notes. He was likeable, charming, convincing, a big character, and he probably thought the band and the album were going to ‘make it’, but, leaving aside the quality of the music, there was no plan, no strategy. We didn’t release any singles, yet both Chicago and BST had got to the wider record buying public through singles. Consequently, we weren’t on the radio and, apart from one Disco 2 appearance, we weren’t seen on television. We didn’t get support spots on tours or major gigs, and we didn’t even play the sort of gigs that we had played when we were based down south. Not that we cared; it would all work out.
One day, soon after we had completed the album, Rikki dropped a bombshell. Ray, Dave and Derek (who joined before we started recording) would have to go. They didn’t have the rock n’ roll image and they didn’t sound like Chicago. Dave was going to stay on as sound engineer. I remember sitting in the dressing room at a gig, telling them that it was all Rikki’s doing, not mine, and that I had no choice but to go along with it. We’d asked Rikki to manage, and we got what we asked for. I had got to London, and I was going to stay there. Two more friends tossed overboard.
To replace Ray, Dave and Derek, Rikki recruited Norman Leppard on sax and flute, Martin drover on trumpet, and John Bennett on trombone. They were all experienced and superb players, but they were from a different background. They didn’t live with us, or travel with us, or listen to the same music as us. They were great fun on the road, and they were guys we could learn from, but it now seemed like there was Terry, Eddie, Nobby and me, plus Dave (although he was starting to seem more a part of the management than the band, which was fair enough) and horn section who were there on a paid-to-play basis. I imagine they were getting more than £25 a week.
We had some great times in Germany, mostly Munich and Frankfurt in summer, once playing in the main square in Frankfurt in the late afternoon, with all the traffic and shoppers, and people hanging out of office windows. We had to start after the clock chimed for four o’clock and finish before it chimed for five. By this time, the band was getting slick, confident and professional.
With an album that was still-born, I started to wonder – where to next? Even I had begun to realise that we didn’t have what would now be called ‘a viable business model’. We weren’t writing new material, and, although it hadn’t been mentioned, we would have to get more songs recorded and released if we were to stay in the game. I got back to the house in Putney, after a weekend in Chichester, to find Terry in pensive mood. He thought Eddie was our problem; his guitar playing wasn’t up to scratch and his songs were too ‘poppy’. I agreed – the prospect of change, any change, felt like progress, even if it wasn’t – and so we sacked Eddie, who had written more songs than the rest of us. Another friend overboard.
We asked Barry Paul to rejoin, and he jumped at the chance. His opinion of the band and the music hadn’t changed, but he freely admitted that he would do anything to get away from Chichester. He wanted to get to London.
A few rehearsals, a bigger and better (and more expensive) PA, and we were off to Germany again. The band was pretty good – tight and professional, and sounding more like Rikki’s idea of a British Chicago. But we still weren’t writing, and it was now obvious to us that we had stalled. There wasn’t much chance of CBS throwing good money after bad, certainly not without some evidence that we could come up with new songs that they could sell, and Rikki’s ‘business model’ wasn’t self financing; it required a record company to finance his and our lifestyles.
Another trip to Germany, and this time with Nobby working out his notice period – we (me, Barry and Terry) had fired him before the tour, but asked him to do the German gigs, as we had failed to find a replacement. I can’t even remember what we were thinking when we wanted to sack him. Probably, he was the latest sacrifice that would persuade the Gods of Stardom to smile on us. By the end of the tour, in Hamburg, we were asking him to stay, but I don’t remember apologising to him.
I’m a bit hazy about how I left. I remember that I had been jamming with Gary Farr whilst staying at the Mayfair house. We would sit and just play his songs, and listen to the Grateful Dead’s ‘Working Man’s Dead’. I had started to get a liking and a feel for music where the bass would lay back and let the song tell the story, instead of grinding out gymnastic riffs. Gary wanted to form a band, and he offered me the bass chair. I worked out my notice with Heaven – in Germany – and that was that. Mick Feat, from Portsmouth and Coconut Mushroom with Barry Paul, took over. It didn’t last long after that, with the trumpet and trombone leaving, and the band trying to find a direction. That was the end of Heaven 2, and the start of a few more versions, all with Terry, and all with better songs than we had, but not brass rock, and a long way from the floating melodies of the original Heaven, or even ‘Willie The Pimp’ in a cellar in East Street, Chichester.
I gigged with Gary for a while – including the inevitable Germany – in a band with Denny Barnes, a great guitarist from Portsmouth, who went on to play with Sam Apple Pie and then emigrated to Australia. Reg Isadore was on drums, and he went on to play with Robin Trower among many others. Mike Deacon, from Vinegar Joe and The Greatest Show On Earth, and, afterwards, Suzi Quatro, Darts, Roy Wood, Ginger Baker and countless others, was on keys. It never really jelled, although I learned a lot and – hey – I was still in London. After that, I joined Supertramp for a year, and didn’t play one note in anger. They wanted to write and record a new album, and didn’t want me to learn the old material. Actually, I think the real reason was that Roger enjoyed playing bass more than guitar, so they gigged with him on bass and without guitar. We tried to record some of the songs that would later make ‘Crime Of The Century’ a massive hit, but it didn’t work. I wasn’t the only thing wrong with it, but I struggled with the songs, and the results were nothing like the hit versions. After a year, Roger told me that it wasn’t working, which was a polite way of firing me, and I headed back to Chichester for a year, to regroup and improve my bass playing. As a footnote, the following summer I was on holiday from my factory job, and I took a day trip to London to see some people. I saw Terry, and then I saw Dave Margereson at CBS records – the guy who had signed Heaven. After relating to him the story of my year with Supertramp, I finished off by saying that, although I couldn’t see a future for them with the current line up, if ever he had the chance to sign Rick and Roger, he should do so, because they were exceptional songwriters. He later moved to A & M, where he signed Supertramp (Rick and Roger plus musicians who played the songs the way the writers heard them) and later became their manager. It’s a funny old world.
I visited the house in Mayfair, to find that Rikki Farr was running a PA hire company, using the equipment paid for from Heaven’s record advance. I joined Heaven with a bass and an amplifier; I left with just a bass. Dave was still with him, and they eventually moved to the USA, where I believe they have been successful.
After a year working in a factory, I joined a band in – that’s right – London. I played with various bands and artists until 1980, when I quit playing professionally. I retired in 2009, and now I’m a ‘pro muso’ again, working regularly, with a bit of recording and some trips abroad.
The obvious question is; what lessons did I learn from Heaven 2? To be honest, I’m not sure. What would I do differently? I’d like to say that I wouldn’t dump friends to get what I wanted, but I’m not sure that it would be true – certainly not for the twenty-two year old me. I would probably say that musicians should get to know about business, but it wasn’t like that then, and we were only like all the other bands who thought that success was a low hanging fruit and who couldn’t see the essential differences between what they were doing and what the those who had ‘made it’ were doing.
What stands out for me is how nice all involved were - maybe too nice, but it’s hard to see that as a fault now. Even Rikki, although I have been critical, was a lot of fun and, after all, we went to him to get a leg up the greasy pole, and he delivered. We knew him by reputation, so it was up to us to look out for ourselves. He didn’t make us superstars, but he was only one of the factors in our failure.
I wrote this because my son had found some tracks from the album on the web, and, unusually for him, was not totally dismissive of them. I had a listen, and found that I could forgive the musical fumbling of the youthful me, and that in turn led me to an fresh and honest look at the whole episode. I can hear now a little of what some people heard then and maybe still hear now, and I’m glad if we made music that moved them.
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where did I get 'Clarke' from??! He's Nobby Glover, I guess it's an age thing.
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Not exactly accurate in places but mostly right. It’s interesting to see the whole episode from his perspective. Strange, but I was under the impression that John actually wanted to get rid of us (Derek, Dave and myself.) I know that, at my last gig with them I did make the comment that if we all stuck together none of this would be happening. I got the answer back from Eddie “well if I was crap I would expect to be fired as well”!
Oh well, we live and learn. I must confess as not being very proud of myself with the way the first Heaven was ended. In my defence however at the time it seemed to me that Brian was only interested in drinking and smoking pot. I remember that on one gig we just had enough money for fuel to get home (it was not cash on the night). Brian wanted some money to get himself a beer. Dave said we don’t have enough. In the end Brian made such a fuss that Dave scraped up enough for him to go down the pub. Myself I got nothing to eat! Then Brian told me that in future he would do all of the wind arrangements. My input was not needed anymore. Finally, at a gig with the third ear band Brian, Ollie and Andy were really impressed that the Third Ear band only played for 20 minutes. They made the comment that’s how we should be. I don’t know about you but I wanted to play more not less! I don’t think the Third Ear Band were asked back! I don’t remember where that gig was but I do know that we were asked back on many occasions.
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Barry Paul and I, both from Chichester, first played together in The Machine, a soul and pop band. I had been playing rhythm and then lead in various bands, before being asked to join The Machine on bass in 1967 (I think). The band split in 1968, and Barry joined Coconut Mushroom. I think The Machine used to get some work through FFM - we used to go and see Blackout, Mushroom and other Portsmouth bands - so I think that's how Barry got the approach. When Mushroom's bass player broke his leg, I stood in for a while.
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Demo. I have no recollection at all of making a demo with the second Heaven. The original Heaven 2 management was both Ricky Martin and Ann Luckett. I seem to remember that Ann left of her own free will (unless Ricky Martin forced her out?)
The reason why we approached Rikky Farr was that MMF didn’t seem to be able to get much in the way of gigs any more. It was the time when disco’s started to become the way to go and live music was going down. It was felt that, with his connections, Rikky Farr could maybe do more. If you remember at the end of Heaven 1 Brian Kemp suggested departing from MMF as well.
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We did a demo of 'Things I Should Have Been' and 'Got to Get Away' at a London studio (can't for the life of me remember the name, although the engineer was someone who later became a name - Martin Birch or Steve Lilleywhite?). I had a copy on acetate - we may all have had one - and I remember it deteriorating very quickly with play. This demo was paid for by CBS.
Annie was involved at first because she had managed 'Paper', but I think she ducked out voluntarily.
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It’s interesting to realise how one forgets things! I still have no recollection of making a demo with Heaven 2!
We went to Rikki because of his musical contacts with the Isle of Wight rock festival. We had played the year before at the Isle of Wight with Heaven 1. At the time gigs with MMF were getting less and less. We had the hope that perhaps Rikki would be able to sort something out for us. Was it a good move or not? In retrospect for my musical career probably not but, because of the way things panned out I went back to engineering. That, for me, was definitely a good move!
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Later activities
Singer Terry Scott Jr. formed a third version of Heaven which toured in Europe
Heaven 3 and the new line up consisted of,
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