I'd like to share a story while I'm still around to tell it, but there is a language warning for those of a sensitive disposition.
Firstly, it was a rite of passage at school on your 16th birthday to overstate your age and sign up for a Mothers membership card. Some of the guys even managed it at 15, and were able to see the Nice at the back end of 1968. That was how I became one of the Mothers crowd and a particularly keen follower of the Edgar Broughton Band, who had a regular slot there.
The first time that I saw them was Wednesday 6th August 1969. My friends and I lived in Erdington, so it was easy to get there early to be at the front of the queue. Sure enough, we got seats in the front row, and sat there in our school macs with me on the left. Beside me was a very county looking lady in her 50s wearing a smart trouser suit and pearls, and beyond her was an elderly chap in a Gannex raincoat. Looking behind, I could see a sea of tie-dye vests and a group of heavies in nazi helmets leaning against the bar. I thought to myself what a mixed crowd were there.
At 9:00 pm the band came on, and Edgar launched into a tirade about putting a motherf pig up for election in Warwick. In fact every other word was motherf. After 15 minutes of this we started to get a bit restless, and one of my mates asked me what the guitar was that Edgar was holding. I replied confidently that it was a Fender Telecaster. Quick as a flash, the lady next to me leaned over and corrected that it was a Stratocaster. I looked at her as if to say "You know about these things do you?", but she anticipated and said proudly "I'm his mother!". Sure enough, they were always there in the background whether the band was appearing at Mothers, the Town Hall or Cannon Hill Park.
After Mothers closed, I last saw the EBB at the Fiesta Club in Gorton, which is like the railway stop at the end of the world. By then they had Victor Unitt back with them, and they played following two support bands to just my crowd and the underutilised bar staff. We traded a few words about the old days, but they were not happy bunnies. Following that they seemed to disappear into history.
However, fast forward 37 years, and I saw that they were due to appear at the Assembly Rooms in Leamington on 7th August 2009. So, I took my wife down there for what was the 40th anniversary of seeing them for the first time. We were all a lot older, but it a was a great evening. Again, there were two support bands, and the original EBB trio were reinforced by a second guitarist and Edgar's son Luke on keyboards. I thought it was a nice touch that the original trio were given the stage to themselves for the essential rendition of "Love in the Rain". Regrettably, I've heard nothing of them since.