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Members of the Band:-
CARLOS SANTOOMEY AKA TOM TOOMEY:GUITAR Unsurprisingly Tom started playing in sleazy bars and night-clubs in Soho from the age of eleven. He had hardly learnt the 'A minor pentecostal scale on his 'Watkins Rapier 33' (he couldn't afford a '44') before he was asked to jam with all the dope smoking, acid taking musos on the block. Pretty similar to our hero I would guess. BAD MOVE!!!! Before long he soon realised that the only way to get good was to get away from the 'smoke' (London) and move to the West of England where he could expand his mind, his fingers and find 'real ale'…and the musicians Achilles heel…Women… and he found too many (I love you all really). Most of all he says 'to get away from all those bloody pimps posing as musicians and the promise of 'deal imminent' but especially those shark infested offices that are sometimes referred to as 'RECORD COMPANIES' (sorry guys your not all bad, in fact Tom started up one himself!) He has now settled down and learnt more scales and chords and finds enormous relief (almost better than sex he maintains) by getting up on that big old stage and stomping on those Boss foot pedals and wah wahs to such delights as 'She's not there' and 'Soul sacrifice'.THANK GOD FOR JINGO, Carlos Santoomey says, and I absolutely agree with him,and Hey!don't bogart that joint, my friend. John Archer: Congas, Timbales, Percussion. John originally hails from the South East of England, where he spent his formative years. After an attempt to educate him had failed, he hurriedly left school and spent his savings on a harmonica and was soon accompanying the local array of ' Dylans, Donovans and blind tone-deaf Mississippi poor-boy blues aficionados' who played the ghetto clubs and winebars of Tunbridge Wells. Not content with chewing the ' Gob-Iron' every night Johnny returned to the music shop where, with Somebody else's savings he purchased a second-hand flute after hearing some Jethro Tull songs which were soon introduced into his repertoire. While this was happening another part of John was listening to such bands as OSIBISA and SANTANA and a desire to play percussion was born. Throughout the past 30 years he has played with a succession of bands and 'artistes' gigging up and down the country, doing sessions and the odd Radio and T.V. appearance and now after moving to the West of England and meeting up with other like-minded players 'JINGO' is born. 'This is really jolly good' says John, peering over his pint of ale, and he's right! Malcom (THE VICAR) Bates: Keyboards I was born in 1953. My parents were musical. My Mother sang and my Father played the piano. I took piano lessons, but realised that there were better-qualified people for the stage of the Festival hall than myself. When I was in my 20's, I studied law and worked as a legal clerk in London. I started rehearsing with 'deal in the pipeline' rock bands. This was the peak of the synthesiser revolution, but the equipment I carried around lacked sophistication !. The only gigs I got were with elderly gentlemen who played ballroom dance music in ex-servicemen's clubs. I gave up my day job when I was asked to join an Irish band touring Ireland, white suits and playing m.o.r. music. It wasn't really me so I moved to Yeovil and started playing in the 'Railway Inn' on Saturday nights! I started a band called Roller Coaster but still didn't have much gear at the time so I played Bass. I then went back to London and started playing with a Sri-Lankan singer / guitarist working the usual pubs and clubs on the Kilburn high rd. In 1992 I returned to the cider country and introduced my singing voice to the World. I became a part time solo artiste working the social clubs and holiday camps until CARLOS SANTOOMEY grabbed me for JINGO. Mike Heath : Bass Guitar I grew up listening to Perry
Como and Jack Jones. Various other musical greats such as The
Sound of Music and Paint your Wagon were frequent visitors to
my Parents' eight track whilst myself, my brother and sister
would ' sick ' our way in the back of our 'Ford Consul', bound
for the West Country on another family holiday. Mike.
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