Donal rang me early one morning and said he would like a chat. This unnerved me somewhat not only for the rarity of such an event but also from the serious tone of his banter. He was leaving the band. 30 years on I can still remember feeling gutted. I had become dependant upon him in music, for me he was the heartbeat of the band.†
Johnny Moynihan joined as Donal left to blow his own bugle. Donal is irreplaceable and Johnny did not try. He came with his own repertoire, style and artistry and he simply changed the band.
Rehearsals became more challenging as we set out for London to record this album in Sarm studios London. The owner was a Coulter chum and I still remember feeling outside this loop.
We were only the band – the Producer and engineer were driving the session – at least that’s how I remember it. I did what I did more often in those days. I went on the piss. I awoke to the sound of a fracas outside the Irish club in Eaton Square. There was shouting and banging and I recognised voices. I got to the window just in time to see Andy kick into the wing of a seven series B.M.W, which then departed with haste. The band was sick and sore and a sorry sight. (These are purely my memories and may differ greatly from others). I was unable to play my keyboard parts and Phil Coulter sat in and deputised. When we returned to the island I was beginning to eye the exit.
Johnny Cope 127074437666_johnnycope
Cold Blow And The Rainy Night 127074445562_coldblowandtherainynight
The Little Drummer 127074449682_thelittledrummer