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quentin
phil plume
"…One two,
one two,
o-n-e t-w-o;
One two,
one two,
o-n-e t-w-o…"
Faster than Jimmy, wilder than Jimi, more into cricket than Jiminy: Quentin's axe-wielding aura was the catalyst that brought Flem to the boil. If he hadn't been so damned loud, Chuck might never have had to scream so hard that he wrecked his once-perfect vocal cords. Bladd wouldn't have had to spend so much on amplification - he could have put a deposit down on a home and settled down. But the world was different back then, and one Marshall cab made you a king. He became a legend, then a myth, spent a summer as a tall tale, toyed with becoming an epic, and finally settled down as a fairy story.