||I’ll Go Alone||
@spinningsister
The year began with the break up of one of England’s top bands and left many with a bad taste in their mouths. Steve Marriott had left the Small Faces out of dissatisfaction and eventually attached himself to a band that was in the works by ex-pop musicians and he wanted in. The band consisted of (besides Steve) 17 year old Jerry Shirley of Apostolic Intervention on drums, 22 year old Greg Ridley of Spooky Tooth on bass and 19 year old Peter Frampton of the Herd on lead guitar. Peter of course had started the band but since he was friends with Marriott he let him in and the boys all began to work constantly in the studio, writing nearly a song a day. However, they were quite aware of how people wouldn’t take them too seriously due to their prior pop experience and ceased bathing entirely. It was rather gross to think of but after months of not doing so the body’s natural oils cause the hair and skin to actually be cleaner and more silky than if washed frequently, not that Peter would tell anyone he didn’t bathe in the first place though. After a long week of studio time spent working on acoustic and electric versions of each song, Peter decided to spend his time out shopping for necessities (and maybe a new LP or three) on the weekend. As he perused the selection of the quaint cigarette-scented local record store, he grimaced upon finding a Herd record, briskly covering it up with a Herman’s Hermits EP instead, hoping no one would notice. He was embarrassed to have been called “The Face of ‘68” and wanted nothing more than to throw that last behind him and start anew. However, that wouldn’t be the case for as soon as he had moved the Herman Hermits record, the records in front of it slid toward the front of the short shelf ledges that held them up, causing them to slowly spill on the floor in a clatter. Panicking, Peter gasped and knelt down to pick up the mess he had made, only to look up and catch the eye of the young lady behind the register, lifting up his head in a startled manner which he promptly hit against the bottom of the shelfing unit. He grasped at the back of his head, clenching his teeth and whincing in pain before constraining a smile on his face as he attempted to do small talk. “Some of these records are ridiculous, you know?” Christ he felt like a total idiot and the weak chuckle he forced out made him feel even worse.
