Bespectacled and of medium height, writer, drummer, journalist, cricketer, gardener, bibliophile, restaurateur, raconteur and general good egg Vic Templar’s greatest passion is for music. Well, music and cats. Music, cats, food, and his wife. Apart from cats, food, wine, books, film, cricket, nature, art, and his wife, music is by far his greatest passion and has been since being let loose on his parents’ record collection as a ten-year-old.
Even during the hottest of hot summers 1976 Vic would spend his days indoors listening to Elvis, The Beatles, Stones, Larry Williams, Chuck Berry, Sonny and Cher, The Kingsmen, Bowie, Bolan and Dionne Warwick.
As he got older it was all Buzzcocks, Magazine, Subway Sect, Specials, Dexys and The Fall. Then Love and The Doors. Then Sinatra and John Barry. Then Scott Walker, for several years nothing but Scott Walker. Then Sibelius, Vaughan Williams, Prokofiev and Ravel. Then returning to The Fall. Then Pulp, Blur and Supergrass.
In recent times he’s caught the jazz bug; particularly British jazz of the ’60s; Dudley Moore and Dankworth particularly, but also the big band sounds of Gerald Wilson and Buddy Rich, the Latin of Jobim, Mendes, Schifrin and Cal Tjader.
He has come to realise that he loves almost all music, be it mainstream pop, jazz, psych, folk, soul, blues, soundtrack, Latin, garage, Philly and disco, recorded between 1956 and 1976. Thereafter he gets a bit choosy.
Vic has been writing about music in print and online since the 1980s and lives by the sea with his wife, three cats and a family of badgers near Hastings, East Sussex, England.