Terry Stamp
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Terry Stamp

TWW and all that...

“Now, I think John Fenton took a tape of Holy Roller to David Platz at Essex Music and on hearing it Platz put up the money to record the first TWW album - suddenly my truck driving day's were gone, Fenton had me and Jim Avery on the payroll, writing songs for the album... what a life, getting paid to write songs, I was laughing my balls off.”

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“A short time later I was on a plane back to the States with my wife and son, this time for good. I never saw Ollie again. A few years back, a friend in Norway sent me copies of the Fatsticks songs that the band Boxer (that Ollie and Newman were in) covered - Dinah Low and Town Drunk, great versions too. I also recall reading somewhere that when Boxer folded, their manager held onto Ollie's guitar to help pay off the band's debts. Again that tore me up. Ollie without a decent guitar - a guy who would sleep with his guitar! If I had known that at the time, I swear to God I would have got a decent guitar to him. Of course, it's too late now, the 'drunken moth' has flown on.”

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Stamp on America...

“We found an apartment and jobs almost immediately. At that time there was a drought in the L.A. and Southern California area and the weather was continually warm and sunny, a welcome relief to the marrow in our bones, which we swore was still frozen from the Massachusetts winter we had survived earlier in the year.”

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The Early Years...

“There I was, in heaven, thanking whoever was looking over me. I was the bass player in The Mike Rabin Band, resident at The Wimbledon Palais, making more money in one night than I was working in a transformer factory in Hanworth all week and things were going to get even better. Gone was my smoking bomb of a Vespa Scooter, with the help of my parents, I was driving a 1958 Morris Minor.”

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Mike Rabin’s story

“Of course I was in the Foyer at the main entrance to the Palais when I heard this banging on the back door of the place, which was about a thousand miles down the other end of the Ballroom. I ran like hell across the dance floor and pulled open the door just in time to see this guy, guitar case in hand, starting to walk away. The guy in question was Terry Stamp.”

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