It is difficult to write a short bio on Scott Gorham because there is so much to tell.
I have known Scott since I was 16 years old. We have been in hundreds of bands together, done everything together, and have been the best friends we have since we first met all those years ago.
We both grew up in Glendale, California and played in separate bands, until we met in 1967. He lived on the rich kids' side of town and I lived on the other side of town. So until I met him I automatically didn't like him.
Sooner or later all bands break up and new bands form, and Scott came to audition to play bass. I wasn't too keen on having him in the band, but when he was finished auditioning he was clearly the hands down winner. We decided to put the past behind us, and he asked if I could buy him some cigarettes. We have been friends ever since.
We would hang out and go everywhere together, with the stipulation that he could bring his little sister, Vicki, along. In the beginning that was a pain in the butt. She was 14, but as time went by Vicki got older and I started to mind less. I married her when I was 21 and she was 18.
We moved to London three days later in 1971. Scott came over a couple years later on the pretext that Supertramp (which I had just joined) needed another guitar player, instead of having a sax player. By the time he arrived, Rick and Roger had decided to have a sax player, so that was the end of that.
Scott scuffled around London in different bands for a year or two until he was turned onto Thin Lizzy by Ruan O'Lochlainn, a grand fellow and great musician I had been working with while I played in Bees Make Honey. Scott is still my best pal, and nobody makes us laugh like we do. It's a drag that Scott lives far away. He still lives in England with his wife, Christine, but it works out well for me. When I go to London I have a place to stay for free, and laugh my butt off!