I sat down and started to write a song on the old upright piano.

I played these crude chords with my left hand and thumbed out a kind of

a blues riff. I thought of a melody to go with the phrase

"Girl, you really got me going

you got me so I don't know what I'm doing"

Then I called Dave in from the kitchen where he was having dinner

with the rest of the family. And he picked up his guitar and plugged it in

to the green amp. He started playing along with the riff I was playing

on the piano and as the amp warmed up I heard that wonderful

distorted sound. I taught Dave the song and some of our sisters came in

to listen to it. Mum hovered around by the door, half afraid that the

neighbours would call the police again.

When we got through the song for the first time our small audience

applauded. I'd written "You really got me" and it happened in the

frontroom. Because all the important things happened there.