Rob Hurst

And even today, for example, the Orioles haven't played for 15 years, but when we toured last year, all that muscle memory must have come back.

Whereas if you put me on a push bike, I can only get to the end of the street before I fall over and start gasping.

They're a different set of muscles.

So the muscles I've got are only useful for playing the drums.

Well, that's the thing.

It divided the family because the real musician in the strict sense

in our family, was Stephen Hurst, my elder brother, 18 months older, and he, from a very early age, was rather like a David Helfgott kind of character who was able to master... By the time we got to Balmoral and moved from Candlin, he was already mastering the most difficult passages by Liszt and Rachmaninoff and Tchaikovsky and Mozart, Bach and Beethoven.

And so he was...

you know, putting in the hours, massive hours on the piano in this room and I was playing Sticky Fingers in this room until we reached the point where, you know, I was getting my vinyl as it was back then, actually before that vinyl was Bakelite or whatever albums were made and I was getting it from Spit Music because they were independent record stores back then and I was always buying new stuff and then putting it on and playing along at huge volume, you know.

To the Stones and The Who and later on Led Zeppelin and all the bands of the time.

And Stephen was trying to practice these most difficult passages and he was a great sight reader as well.

He was fantastic and still is.

Well, depending on which side of the house, that's right.

And eventually the tension in the house was palpable between, you know, our two different musical styles.

Well, I bought Sticky Fingers, came it down, and it was the original one with all the beautiful packaging, you know, with all these photos of Mick and Keith and Charlie and Bill, and, you know, it was just fantastic.

And I'd saved for weeks for it.

Anyway, I was playing at this...

As loud as the stereos went back then, and Stephen came rushing out and tore the needle across my new album, and he picked it off the turntable and then smashed it across his knee, and then it exploded into a million pieces.

so much so that years later, you know, it was bits of Moonlight Mile and Bitch and Can You Hear Me Knocking?

You could find bits of those songs in the soft furnishings around, you know.