In those days I used to play at the Heresy Folk Club in Chapter Arts Centre in Cardiff, and having put a simple tune and a couple of chords to my words, I decided to try it out on the regulars down there. Amazingly it went down a storm and in weeks ahead I started experimenting with various versions of the same song. There was the Rubber Ducky Blues and the Rubber Ducky Rock, for example. I used to be backed by a young guitarist called Simon, who was brilliant and could instantly adapt the tune to a new genre. I soon had a cult following for my performance.
The fact of the matter was though, that I actually hated the song. It was inane, contrived and stupid. It was everything I didn’t want to be known for as a performer. I wanted to be another Bob Dylan, Neil Young or Cat Stevens and my heroes would never be caught playing nonsense like this. However, it was what the people wanted and I was stuck with it.
Later that year I was at the Windsor Pop Festival and after Hawkwind had finished their set I managed to hassle a stage manager to let me and a few friends do a couple of songs while they were changing the stage over. By then the song had a kazoo thrown in as additional instrumentation and a real rubber toy duck that someone could squeak.
So there I was with a beat-up guitar and a couple of friends blowing a plastic kazoo and squeaking a real Rubber Ducky and the audience went wild about it. “More, more,” they shouted. I saw the thousands of hippies out there all applauding my song, and it was a great moment in many ways but at the same time my heart sunk. This was not how I wanted to get known as a rock star.




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BardofElyOct 11, 2012
GuestOct 11, 2012
By the way, I like your green hair.