Author Archives: Dick Jones

I wrote my first poem at the age of 15. It was a war poem depicting my experiences in the trenches during the first Battle of the Somme. Or, to be more accurate, distilling the experiences of a range of … Continue reading →

Updates to Dick Jones, the Basement Tapes are suspended until I can access the files currently trapped within my old, now buggered iMac. Back soon…

The relentless pursuit of musical immortality through the ’70s and ’80s continues shortly…

The band that emerged from the dismembering of the Drama Band we called Big Sur, named after the wild coastal region of Central California redolent of Henry Miller and Jack Kerouac and the wide-open spaces of our shared sense of … Continue reading →

With the gravity of a distinct sense of identity, purpose and direction diffused, the component parts of Tintagel simply floated away into space, leaving nothing behind but vivid memories and an undischarged hire purchase agreement. Whilst the resultant free floating … Continue reading →

We entered 1968 with just Pete, drummer Phil Burroughs and myself as original Nervous System members. From the many sides of typing paper onto which we all wrote our choices of names, we selected ‘Tintagel’. Redolent of the Celtic Twilight/Albion … Continue reading →

L. to R. Martin Fry, Dave French, Martin Fieldhouse, DJ, Pete Currie. 2. THE NERVOUS SYSTEM By the end of 1966 the demob suits suddenly began to smell of mothballs, the starched collars chafed and the music now sounded scratchy … Continue reading →