They’re going mad, sir. It’s the students

What a pleasant surprise to see the article about The Edgar Broughton Band in MOJO 328. In my younger days the EBB were local heroes and good guys to boot. Myself and a mate went to a gig of theirs at Birmingham Town Hall and went backstage after the performance to chat to the band. Not only were they welcoming and friendly but they even gave us a lift back to Leamington Spa in their famous psychedelically-painted van. Heady stuff for an adolescent wannabe hippy. We also, on another occasion, dropped in to see the Broughton parents, Joyce and Dennis, in the family home and were met with nothing but kindness and hospitality despite being two uninvited callow spotty teens turning up on their doorstep completely out of the blue.

Charlie Lambert, Warwick

…At the final party at the grammar school I attended in Derby, us long hairs had commandeered the corner of the sixth form common room and one of us did the DJing. As the evening progressed and the idiot dancing was in full flow, he put Out Demons Out on the turntable. Inspired, I then led the sixth form out into the corridor by the assembly hall and, with me leading, we danced along the corridors chanting Out Demons Out. I was not very popular with the head and deputy head, who had been looking on from the choir/organ balcony, and was summoned for a “conversation” the next morning.

Terry Maunder, Leeds

…Bessie Smith, The Edgar Broughton Band and Barry Gibb – it doesn’t get more eclectic than that and that’s what makes MOJO so bloody good.

Paul Murray, via e-mail