…and it came to pass…
At the end of the 70’s, John got busted, took flight from the badlands with a suitcase full of songs and his faithful Gibson SG.
Having played in a few jam bands that went up in smoke, he started making new plans.
Tim arrived from Africa, dazed and confused, transplanted from paradise to the cold climes of the North of England.
Still waiting to hear if Paul would come join the band, JK and Tim went off to Taizé, in France.
John had tried hitch hiking en français before so this time they caught a southbound train, making plans for the band when they got back.
Paul came across the sea from Ireland with a broken heart, ready to play and the stage was set
