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Read more about the article Band photography: a visual language
It's all in the look, right? This band was called Cutaway.

Band photography: a visual language

Seems just about everybody fantasizes at some time or another about being in a band. The limelight. The sense of belonging. Adoring audiences. Sex, drugs, glamour, fame. Or maybe some people just like playing music. I don't know really. I mean, I'd have liked to be in a band too, except I can't sing or play any musical instruments. Not that that stops some people. Anyway, I was thinking about this recently when I was given a couple of big boxes of band photos that used to be in a newspaper library, along with thousands of…

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Verona (Ronnie) Ayerst, Pat Charker and Iris Hayes.

Of sharks and musical ladies

Verona “Ronnie” Ayerst grew up in Wickham, in a house with a yard full of sun-bleached shark jaws. Killing sharks was a family business, and her father Jim was good at the job - as well as being an accomplished jazz trumpeter. Jim had boatsheds at Wickham, like his father Joseph before him, who had been a providore on Newcastle Harbour. When I spoke to Ronnie a few years ago she remembered her father’s “fetish” against shoelaces, which he held responsible for drownings when people fell overboard from boats and couldn’t get their shoes off. Ronnie…

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