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Having spent the 70s in Gospel music, in the 80s I picked up the agenda wherever
we left off after the 60s.
Ah yes, that high school band with Allan.
Although it probably doesn’t seem like it, as a live band, the Wilts
was my most commercially viable musical venture.
We never played for nothing and we didn’t lose money.
This is because the gigs were real, and bigger than either of us could attract
individually.
So four people, with totally different musical directions got on stage and
pulled each other’s tastes apart.
Bob Harris liked to Rock, Allan liked a ‘show’, Marto liked to
sing in tune and I liked to be experimental. (Something like that.)
The band mightn’t have sounded too good, but it sure knew how to edit.
When Bob Harris’ patience ran out – that was an edit. Next song.
And of course we had to please – well, ‘satisfy’ – live
audiences.
What was extraordinary about the Wilts was not that it was such a weird band – there
are plenty of weird bands. In cities they get to play the Weird Band Club,
whereas picture this camp, trashy, colourful 4-some performing a never-ending
stream of piss-take songs before – say - the timber-cutters at Pambula
Hotel on a Friday night. Or performing to an audience expecting Country Music
at the Bodalla RSL. Between 1984-1985 the Wilts played 40 gigs on the far South
Coast of NSW, where gigs were scarce. 
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