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I’ve just learned Danny Kustow has died. I had the privilege of spending some time with Danny and was there at the start of TRB as their first roadie. I answered an add in a shop window of John Beeby’s Music Place in Crouch End and later met Tom at his place in Highgate. Of course I was eminently qualified. After all I was 17, interested in music, owned a leather jacket and more importantly had the use of my mum’s Hillman Minx MkV. Tom invited me that evening to see a band called The American Housewives performing at the Stapleton Hall pub in Stroud Green. During their break Tom stepped up on stage with guitarist Anton Mauve and the Housewives drummer and thunderously performed “Up Against the Wall” and “Motorway”. I and everyone in that pub were blown away. Tom was the business I was instantly hooked, lined and sinker’d. This was it, this was the genesis of TRB. Danny came in when Tom was auditioning for a second guitarist at the Hope and Anchor, islington. There were a couple of guitarists around that time vying for second TRB guitarist. Tom already knew Danny who was ready and eager for the gig and not long after took over as The TRB guitarist when Up Against the Wall Power Chord Anton stepped away. Danny was a beautiful enigma, insecure, self conscious, gullible, gorgeous, sweet and loving. Its true Danny had his demons but on stage he was free of them, magnificent, electrifying, powerful, wild. The stage was Danny’s home, he could be the persona he aspired to be. His Les Paul was an extension of his soul, a counterpoint to Tom’s driving bass lines, he was the TRB’s edge, its punch, so unpredictable and so riveting to watch. Those early days will forever be imprinted and now part of my DNA. I remember driving with Tom and Danny in the Minx on our way to a gig circumnavigating Trafalgar Square, (you were allowed to do that then). Adjacent to us was Mickie Most in a posh Roller. Danny instantly became animated and feverishly excited, wound down the window virtually throwing himself out of the car shouting “Mickieeeeeeee” at the top of his voice. I could see Mr Most out of the corner of my eye looking somewhat aghast and bemused. I could write more as these memories are flooding back to me…I’m so, so grateful to have shared a little bit of time with you Danny. RIP my friend and I will be with you at The Scala on the 29th July.