The Road Crew

early tour poster

Behind every successful band there's a whole host of stuff going on behind the scenes that the average devotee or head never gets to see. The meticulous planning that goes into every live show can take hours but the punter only witnesses the end result - the thirty minutes (including encores) of Stage Action as a band like Gama go through their paces, belting out the hits.
This page is dedicated to the Road Crew - the backroom staff - the willing helpers who strive selflessly to ensure each show is a smooth and seemless operation, the bods that don't have the talent to make it on their own and who spend their lives in the shadows, eating scraps and leftovers and bathing in the reflected glory of their betters

 

The Walrus and the Monkey skiving pre-gig The Head Honcho in the Gama Road Crew was a strategically shaved monkey who, as part of the terms of his parole, was known by his real name, Steve Reeves (the bloated one in the picture). As stubborn as a mule - many people thought he looked like one, too - there was no doubt he was brilliant at lifting heavy objects. Once famously dubbed "the unacceptable face of British Industry" by tennis ace Ann Jones, Reeves proved a hard taskmaster who prided himself not on his appearance (for that would have been ludicrous!) but on his organisational powers which were legendary in the music industry. As one German commentator put it, Reeves could indeed "organise a piss-up in a Brauerei".

During his time with the band, Reeves kept a diary which, although demonstrating a degree of illiteracy hitherto unclassified by educationalists, provided a wealth of detail and a first rate insight into life on the road with a top-notch rock band like Vasco da Gama. These memoirs are to be published next year by the Lesbian Press and, according to a spokes-man-hater, will justify a popular hatred of men and broaden it's appeal Reeves left the organisation six months after the band split in late 1979 when he realised that he had not been paid for nearly a year and that the van was now empty.


Messrs Robertson, Walrus and the Monkey Reeves' right hand man, and the brains of the team was Bazza Walrus-Keough, 49, a fiddle player who had once released an album of East European thigh slapping songs but who preferred life out of the spotlight. The Walrus was a gritty, tough, no-nonsense Yorkshireman who, in addition to being gritty, was tough and would stand no nonsense. He had previously worked with the stones during a stint as a gardener and had looked after the stranglers during their stay in Armley. It was this impressive CV (or resume if you're American) which had landed him the job with Gama. Far more popular and approachable than Reeves (clearly not difficult) the Walrus quit minutes after the end of the Gama Farewell Concerto at The Albert Hall, Knaresboro to go into licensed premises. The Walrus is 49.


The Stoat poses outside his lodging The junior of the three man team was Stoaty Herringbone. Stoaty, so-called because he could do a great impression of a stoat, had been hired by Reeves who had been impressed by this impressive impression and because he had got the impression that if he could off-load some of his work load by the bucket load onto the round shoulders of the young stoat then he would have more time to devote to perfecting his own (at that time unimpressive) impression of a strategically shaved monkey. The Stoat turned out to be an excellent lifter of heavy things and his level of commitment and enthusiasm allowed Reeves to spend more time with his feet up, eating bananas. As a result Reeves became a real monkey and the Stoat saw that the work got done.
Immediately following the Gama Farewell Concerto at the Concertgebouw in Pudsey, the Stoat announced his retirement from no business like Show Biz, claiming that there were "no people like show people, like, no people I know". He now works as a self-employed impersonator of furry mammals and lives in a wall.


All stoats mentioned in this feature are fictitious and any relevance to any stoat living or dead is purely coincidental and should be accepted in a stoat-like manner. Any person with a grievance should phone the Stoat Line - have pen and paper ready, this item is not available in any shop.


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