... or Duke Serendipity Mountbucket, as he is known to his friends, has been playing bass since he first learned it.

One of his early musical memories was of persuading his mum to take him to see The Beatles arrive at The Rialto in York in November 1963 (well done, mum!) Unfortunately, standing on an island in the middle of the road made our four year old anxious, especially when mum lifted him above her head to get a better look. He was so busy panicking that he only got the briefest of glimpses of the Fab Four. (Well done, Kev, you muppet!)

Ah, well, a fan even at that early age, the experience doomed him to be The Grand High Anorak of Beatledom, a title he has worked tirelessly to maintain.
On holiday in 1975 with his cousins, he was told that one 13 year old cousin, Dave, was playing drums in a band. On returning home he went to see a gig and was absolutely hooked – “I want to do THAT!”

The band didn’t have a bass player, only two guitars and drums, so, after an abortive attempt as a stand-in drummer (Dave wasn’t allowed in pubs because of his age), our hero decided that he was born to be a bass player!

A year of frantic practicing ensued, his first bass a Columbus Jazz copy (£73 from Freeman’s catalogue) and his amp made from his father’s reel-to-reel tape recorder doctored with crocodile clips on the play heads (sorry, dad!)

One of Kev’s early mentors was a certain Mr Peter Wilson, Freeman of York, who played bass with a sixties band. As a reward for following the band to nearly all their gigs, Pete would allow the newly-qualified 17 year-old to chauffer him to and from each one in his Morris 1000 van, so that Pete could get ratted.
By the time Kev was ready to take up the post of bass player the band had split (some people will go to enormous lengths to avoid being in the same band as him), but he fell into its remnants, a club band called “Spellbound” whose main claim to fame was a lead singer who dressed up as a Pierrot to perform Leo Sayer’s “The Show Must Go On” and a crocodile outfit for Elton’s “Crocodile Rock”. Classy.

That band turned pro to play in Germany, where the bulky crocodile outfit proved invaluable as a duvet while sleeping in the van in the freezing mid-Europe March nights.

Over the years several other bands followed, including one with another stint in Germany, a New Romantic band (Oh, the mascara and silk scarves!) with a recording contract in London, a band with a home-produced single, and the first incarnation of the well-known York fun band “Goose Horns” - originally called the “Rocking Goose Horns”.
Early performances consisted of singing Cliff Richard songs (Oh, the shame!) to the window cleaner and the man who sold the Evening Press to the workers leaving the local Army Ordnance Depot (sounds like Saturday Night, Sunday Morning, doesn’t it? Cool!)
Thirty-odd years on, and here he is, still a Beatle anorak, still rocking with anyone who will let him, and still with long hair!
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Little known facts:     Some say that his tears are adhesive, and that he naturally faces magnetic North.

Claim to fame:      Phil Lynott had come to see the band play at London’s Embassy Club in 1982, so Kev thought it would be a good idea to get plastered and then throw up over him in the toilets!