Hubner's Banshee Bassey Dream...

Hubner's Banshee Bassey Dream...

Hubner!!! Any questions?

I have known Hubs since my kindergarten days attending Sunnyside Primary in Pretoria whilst my dad was stationed at Swartkops, playing in the Airforce Band. Pete was in high school and I would meet him at the train station after school and help carry his trumpet case home. We became fast friends and I knew that one day, short of some sort of ecliptic planetary event, we would work together in the same band.

My Baby Rides The Morning Milk Train

My Baby Rides The Morning Milk Train

Catching the early morning milk train from Kroonstad to Joburg was always a great and exciting event for me and my school mates, Locker, Richards and Leibowitz! The pungent aroma of refried soot combined with the stench of those green, urine soaked “bokdrolle” in each compartment set the stage for the breathtaking trip that was to follow! This, my friends, was the real Garden Route!

You can NEVER Have Too Much Cowbell...

You can NEVER Have Too Much Cowbell...

Before coming to America I played as many gigs as possible in order to save as much money as I could for my impending trip. For a short period, I played Fri and Sat nights at the Balalaika with Howard Belling and Nippy. We were in the elegant dining room and were the featured entertainment for the “more fortunate than us “ crowd. Howard’s vocal rendition of “Everything must change” was always a crowd pleaser and as I recall, brought many a tear to my eye. Perched behind my blue Ludwig Vistalite kit I could not help but notice Howard’s “Osama like” beard and the renegade carrots and peas trapped therein like insects on a spider web.