This is the hard bit…..
Well, it started 58 years ago for me, born on March 23rd 1964 and as most people do, I followed the light and came out quiet and quite unassuming until someone hit me….
Then i screamed!
Father:- Nicholas Charles Geary.
Mother:- Ann Browning Moore.
Well, I could go into family history that would really get quite involved and very complicated so I will avoid that and stick to my worst subject……
“Talking about me”
I was a really skinny, small person with ginger hair……great start on this planet.
First I was beaten and then I find out. I am a ginger.. great.
So, luckily I have grown out of that ginger phase now, at the time was a bit of a problem and was picked on with regularity. But looking back on those things has probably forged me into someone who chooses friends carefully but in doing so holds those relationships very close to my heart .
At an early age music was something i was not that great at as my family was very musical, grandma was a grammar school teacher who was great at piano.
Grandpa played clarinet though I never heard him but he was more artistic.
My brother reached grade 7 violin, my sister grade 5 but i chose to play the cello, I passed grade 1. Music was never really a big thing for me but I’ve kept it close to me throughout my life.
After I left school I made a few friends one of which had made his own guitar and another that could actually play one! I became more interested at that time in music and started listening to mostly rock music of the 80’s. I started playing a really crappy brand new guitar my mum and step dad had bought me for xmas. I played it a lot and found out a way to play it through the record player that I was playing my albums through (never did get into buying singles).
Anyway, Russ the musical genius of the time, said to me one day… Mark come to Barnstaple and we can get a band together!
I was always easily led so we formed a band, our claim to fame was that we played one gig as a band called “NIGHTMARE”. On drums was Mark Hobbs, vocals- Martin, bass twang – Mark Lines and Russell Dunham twinkled the guitar.
As I was adopted when my mum remarried my surname became lines, but when I was eighteen I changed it by deed back to my original name that I was given at birth.
Anyway, I had a great time in north Devon and found work and also discovered some free growing illicit substances to have some truly memorable experiences.
I had become less ginger and though it was only 8 months, it felt like I had progressed a lot and my brain was finally starting to wake up!
Hmmm, the opposite sex….. lol . I have always got on with the opposite sex really well and now but the … ginger lol…….no I probably just never matured that quickly.
Well, I had a few years away from the music and though I jammed a bit with mates I never really was very comfortable performing and settled for a career to pay bills and create a life.
I trained as a lathe turner and soon used knowledge learned by playing around with the early personal computers. Nick my mate who made a guitar was always upgrading and I spent time trying to understand what the hell they did!, zx80, zx81, commadore vic20, commodore64, acorn, atom. My head began to hurt. I got bored when he started learning forth & C, I turned my skillz with programming.
Somehow I fathered three children even though I never had the bottle to ask anyone out on a date, how I managed one of each.
But I’m in a totally different place now as I am not ginger anymore and my children have their own lives and I finally have found a way back to music. Technology is in place that I can utilise now to produce music to hopefully give someone pleasure and inspire anyone who wants to engage in their own passion.
