From: mig73allenford2002@yahoo.co.uk   
      
   Gerry Robinson, who has died aged 76, had a tantalising brush with fame   
   in the late 1960s as a mandolin player and guitarist with the Purple   
   Gang, briefly darlings of the British underground music scene during the   
   first “Summer of Love”. The band, of which I was a fan, released an   
   album, The Purple Gang Strikes, in 1968, and played in London at the UFO   
   club, where they jammed with Jimi Hendrix, and at the 14-hour   
   Technicolor Dream concert at Alexandra Palace, which also featured Soft   
   Machine, Pete Townshend and Denny Laine.They later appeared on the   
   student circuit in the 70s with a spectacular live act based on Gerry’s   
   soaring electric mandolin, playing with, among others, David Bowie, Marc   
   Bolan, the Moody Blues, Love and Yes. When the original lineup of the   
   band called it a day in 1973, Gerry, who was a talented artist, moved   
   into a career as a graphic designer. Gerry’s real first name was David,   
   and he acquired his alternative moniker at school in Hyde, Greater   
   Manchester, because of his supposed resemblance to the comedian Jerry   
   Lewis. Born in Hyde to Bill, who worked in manufacturing, and Margery   
   (nee Ward), a housewife, he went to Greenfield school, followed by   
   Stockport Art College. In 1967 he moved to London, where he lived in a   
   battered camper van as a 19-year-old member of the Young Contemporaries   
   Jug Band. That quintet’s quirky style, loosely based on American jug   
   band music, featured Gerry on mandolin and harmonica and his bandmates   
   on jug, kazoo, guitar and washboard. They attracted the attention of the   
   successful young producer Joe Boyd, who became their temporary manager,   
   giving them a new image and a new name – the Purple Gang.   
      
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