Gorgeous pouting Phili takes care of lead vocals. Motown and soul music are what she likes (she’s also partial to cake and chips – together!) and her musical idols include Aretha Franklin, Sam Cooke, Marvin Gaye and Stevie Wonder. More modern musical influences include KT Tunstall, Adele, Duffy and Joss Stone. Phili also takes on the role of band secretary/treasurer/cable tidier and head tea maker at break time (she has tea with one sugar).
When Phili isn’t practicing or gigging with the other Special Groovers, she will most likely be found singing at home, in the car, and pretty much everywhere else! Music forms a large part of her life, so she also goes to lots of gigs all over the country as often as possible.
A little-known fact about Phili is that she was once the under-7 all-England bingo calling champion – and more recently has represented Cambridgeshire in the World Hair & Teeth Association finals (she came a very respectable third place after successfully back-combing her hair in 3.7 seconds!).
Tim plays such a funky guitar you‘d think he was born with one in his hands. He adds such a groove to everything he plays, he just can’t help it, it‘s in his genes… You see, Tim’s mum plays funky guitar, so does his cousin, so does his grandfather, and his great grandfather, and his great great grandfather – in fact Tim has traced back funk guitar playing in his family for 27 generations! One of his ancestors was actually the official funk-master for King Henry VIII!
Tim and Paul first played in a band together several years ago, they lost touch and thought that was that. But… many years later their paths crossed again when they met in a haberdashery shop in East Kilbride. They decided there and then to, erm, go down the pub. The rest is history of course and there’s also a bit of geography too, but no maths or PE.
With such an interesting and glittering past behind them they decided it was time to make some noise again and, along with Dave and Phili they started work on what was to become Special Groove. Tim hasn’t looked back since, or sideways, due to a nasty crick in his neck which he sustained in the finals of a semi-pro neck cricking tournament.
…or Malcolm, as Tim prefers to call him.
He‘s our bass man. Martin has only just been photographed playing with us. Well, that sounds like he hasn‘t played with us, in fact he has – lots, but no one wanted to take his photo – even the photographer we paid to be at the last gig flatly refused to take a picture of Martin (…or Malcolm as Tim prefers to call him). This could possibly be due to his facial expressions when playing. He’s second only to our previous bass/sax player Dave in the gurning department – you’ll get stuck like that one day Martin! (…or Malcolm as Tim prefers – oh you get the idea).
He plays one of those new fangled basses, with a string for every day of the week. That‘s all we needed, another show off in the band. It’s bad enough having to put up with Owen, now we‘ve got another one who’s all “me me me”. Well all I can suggest is that you come and see us live, enjoy the music, but try to avoid looking too closely at Martin‘s face pulling or counting his strings …it’s all a bit of a blur anyway to be honest.
Martin/Malcolm has just launched his own charity. …no I mean HIS OWN charity. …for himself. So if you‘re in a Cambridge pub or post office and see a collection box labelled “Give generously to Martin” it really is going straight into his pocket …or direct to the landlord to pay off his huge tab. Don’t say you weren’t warned!
Yeah, saxophone. Everyone says what a sexy instrument the sax is. Well I have to disagree – it’s just a glorified bicycle hooter with a few buttons on it – designed specifically to draw attention to the player …a vanity item really.
Owen swans in and takes up his place at the front of the stage – he loves it, all that adoration. Well just because the sax sounds nice and attracts lots of women that doesn‘t make you better than the rest of us mate! Turning up late and leaving early with just a little case to carry – he thinks he’s soooooo superior.
There – I‘ve said it …and i don’t regret it either! Glad to get that off my chest actually, it’s been bugging me for a while.
What can we say about Paul? Well quite a lot actually as his hearing is going so he has no idea what we‘re saying. Paul is just about the loudest drummer on the planet. We took his sticks away once and replaced them with rhubarb when he wasn’t looking – it didn‘t make the slightest bit of difference to him – he’ll hit anything with anything – as long as it makes a noise he’s happy.
As you can see in this photo, Paul is always hidden behind his array of drums and cymbals. He is a very shy creature, and in fact none of the band know what he really looks like – that could be anyone on those drums for all we know!
Paul bought his first drum kit in October 1622. His old Sonor kit is even older than that and is mentioned in The Domesday Book, so old he had to replace it recently and has donated it to a museum. Despite his ancient and gnarled equipment, (ahem) and his eight hip replacements, he somehow manages to whip up a mean funk/rock beat that gets our audiences dancing. That‘s really all we need from him – so until his hip goes again, or we wheel him off to the retirement home, we’ll continue to let him play with us…
…that is, as long as he keeps his monthly payments up to date.