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Mark "The Bano" Urbanowicz
For those of you who didn't know, my oldest friend Bano died last Saturday 11th October 2003. I am left with a feeling of sadness and disbelief that he has gone. The full facts have not yet been released however I feel that I should post this.
Yes he was a little crazy but underneath this he was a caring guy with a twinkle in his eye that showed his true self. He was a very gifted man academically and musically. I can also say that there cannot be a PC in the North that would not benefit from a tickle from him.
He spoke his mind and was a man of great principle(which not everyone liked ..but who cares ,at least he was honest). More than once he told me I was a pillock and usually he was right,but not always.
I have so many memories of Bano as I have known him since I was two years old, we played together, grew up together and enjoyed so many mad times. I cannot tell most of the stories I remember as they would probably end up embarrasing everyone in sight, however...just a couple..
Bano in full flight driving down the road in his three wheeler.......me in the passenger seat as he battered the accelerator to the tune of Roadhouse blues...I never knew a Reliant could stand such a beating !
When he was evicted, the sight of Bano surrounded by his worldly goods dressed in Ians yellow luminous coat sitting on a dining chair on the pavement quite happily puffing away on a roll up. Made us laugh anyway..and him too.
His famous chat up line......"you into Hawkwind?" didnt inspire me but it worked for him.
Anyway I will miss him as will all the gang.
He leaves a daughter Rosie and his sister Anna.They of course will always remember him well and will always get our support.
SHINE ON YOU CRAZY DIAMOND !
TREVOR "ONK" HORNBY
I think my best mate should be remembered.Trevor "ONK" Hornby from Walton. We saw many a gig at the old Stadium, most likely every gig Hawkwind played there. Onk was one of the first friends I made after meeting the Liverpool Las who I have been with for 33 yrs. now. Anyway there were about 10 of us who ran together and Onk was kind of the unofficial leader. Anyway even when I came back to the States, Onk and I remained fast friends. he crossed over about 6 yrs. ago. He lived in Walton all his life, except when he did a stint in the Merchant Navy. Well he was a diehard Stadiumite and I thing he deserves a mention in your Stadium Obits.These are just the thoughts of another diehard Stadiumite, Dave The Yank.
Pete Norman sent this re Trev "Onk" Hornby..it contains memories also but I thought it was best placed here:-
Just to add to Dave the yanks obit to Trev Onk Hornsby,I was one of the guys. To name a few more, Jimmy Flynn, Billy Welsby, Tony Mythen, Jo Cooke, the Kennedy bros.I had some great times at the Stadium, Sha Na Na were brill, Hawkwind as usual superb, but that bird with the tits was a pain ( not!) we also used to frequent the Cavern, Thin Lizzy, Greasy Bear, comedown corner a place in the cave (not a band), Trev was a great guy and actually has a plaque erected in his memory as he was a founder member of Rice Lane city farm in Walton, I didnt know the yank was back in the uk,(Editor…He isn’t) he probably doesnt know himself! (Editor..he wouldn’t)remember his Liverpool lass Sue , lovely person, used to work in Jones pet store in Walton, i used to make out I had a rabbit so I could meet her, fortunately for her she met Dave and they always made a great couple,We used the Cross Keys pub inbetween bands, Margi Clarke of the film fame and her then partner Billy, were around at the time with us, saw Margi with her band, punk!style may have been in the cavern as usual, pissed! me not Margi.great great times and a great great guy R.I.P. Onk " Shine On You Crazy Diamond"always and forever your old mate, Pete Norman so there!!!!!!
Eric Haydock
aka Eric Day (RFL & Caroline North Roadshow) Rick Dane (RJN, Atlantis, Central Radio)
It is just over one year since Eric Haydock passed over.
For over 30 years a main driving force behind many a Pirate radio station on merseyside.
He died on Saturday 16th November 2002.
He was heavely involved with 'Radio Free Liverpool' in the early 70's and also with the 'Radio Caroline North Roadshow' in and around the north west.
He went on to setup 'Radio Jackie North' in the late 70's which he ran for 4 years. The station was supported by Rock nights at several clubs in the City including what was once the famous 'Erics' venue in Mathew Street.
In the mid 80's he started up 'Radio Atlantis' and in the later years of his life he could be heard from time to time broadcasting on 'Central Radio'
For over 30 years Eric was at the forefront of the free radio scene in liverpool and was well liked and respected by his contemperies and listeners alike.
Our city's airwaves are a poorer place without the voice of Eric announcing 'This is the sound of free happy weekend radio'
Eric Haydock
The spirit of the radio still rocking in the ether.
Dave The Yank. ( Dave Hertel). Well what can I say, he was my brother , good and bad. It was early and late years that were the best. Most of all I will remember him for turning me on to Jimi Hendrix and some other great music. We both loved Hawkwind, turned me on to my first joint in the bus station in Liverpol.
Later in life showed me our Native American heritage,
Early on in Liverpool he introduced me to some great music a lot played at the Stadium, we never actually went to a show together but we were at many of the same show.
And later in California USA all in all I will miss you brother, I know you always loved hearing me play my music and you were the reason I had the style of playing I have, never told you that, I should have. Now you are with some of the best now,Trevor ( Onk ) Hornsby, Jimi. Rory and a whole lot more.
I know you walked the red road and your heart was good, and you would have said, “today is a good day to die”
March 3rd 2007 RIP Dave the yank aka Blackfoot Dave, aka My brother.
Steve Hertel
In Memory Of Andy.(ANDY GREEN)
1960 - 2012, aged 51.
I first met him one cold filthy night at the Stadium. Can't remember the gig, was on my way to the Keys and saw this bundle in the doorway (the next one along from the entrance heading towards the Keys). Wrapped up against the chill.
Just a little black mass holding a bottle of something, turned out to be whisky.He was so drunk, but we managed a conversation and that was Andy.....1974, I think, could have been Black Oak, dunno.
He was, like me, still at school, but he was also working at weekends with these pipe welders in Redcar. Earning big money and learning fucked up ways to live, and sometimes, in retrospect, fucked up ways to think.
Stories is what I remember from that night...tall tales.
From that night on, and ever since, I have never laughed so long and so hard as when Andy told a story..and most of the time it was because he was laughing.
I 'm not sure I ever heard the end of one of Andy's stories, he never got there. He would collapse in laughter, tears streaming from his eyes, and he used to spit when he laughed. Tales about "The Mothman", Old Joe from Rushworths, endless characters, real and invented. Never met anything so infectious as Andy's laugh. I used to be in so much pain from laughing.....and now I'm not...anymore.
He was a complex person, as we all are, but I think with Andy, more so.
His taste in music ranged from Motley Crue (all those big hair bands), Skynyrd, Strife, to Gene Krupa and the other jazz greats.He could discuss drummers like Mohamed Ali could talk about the history of boxing, and he played like Ali fought. Loud and proud, but with so much skill. Will never forget that red white and blue Pearl set he had, the one with the double bass drums, two floor toms, mounted power toms and a mass of Ziljon's, specially that crash cymbal that he used to ride.....
He was once invited to attend an audition with Motley Crue, but missed the gig cos he got off the train 2 stops early to have a pint...that was the end of that.
Andy's mum and dad were pure gold. Never gave up on him, always happy to see his friends. Big Andy died after a period of dementia, never recognised me and another old mate on our last visit, and Andy's mum....well Mrs. G was just special.
Anyway, so many times. Walking into Wilsons one Christmas Eve, to see Andy naked, apart from a pair of cowboy boots, climbing down from the balcony. Sitting in the Moonstone off our heads on acid watching the carpet heave up and down. Ma Edgies and the "White Eared Elephant" which was the only time, no matter what, I ever saw Andy barred from a pub.
Then things got all fucked up, and best not to go there, it was a nasty time, nothing good about it...I left and went to London and things got better for me...but not for Andy, until....
He met this girl. Name escapes me, but she was a nurse, and things changed for a while, got less mixed up, more reality based. He seemed happier on my visits home.
She was beautiful and intelligent and he seemed happy, and honestly, I don't know cos I was not there, but I think they could have made it.
And that was 20 odd years ago.
And, now he's dead, and the tears stream down. After all these years.
My old friend Andy.
Above was written by Phil (Tree) Williams
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