Peter Noone was one member of the popular 60’s band, Herman’s Hermits.
With his thick head of hair and boyish charm, it would be easy to compare him to a Justin Beiber or Harry Styles of today.
However, there is one distinct difference between this former teen heartthrob and those of today…
With his adorable face and equally adorable voice, Peter Noone skyrocketed to stardom in his teens as the frontman of Herman’s Hermits. The band toured both in America and Britain and became iconic.
The band nabbed their first number 1 hit in England in 1964 with “I’m Into Something Good.”
“Herman’s Hermits sold millions of records before anyone even saw us, which just doesn’t happen now,” Noone said.
“I didn’t know what I was doing: my stage persona was a shy little boy, which is basically what I was.”
Noone and the rest of his band released more than 20 hit records and even outsold the Beatles in 1965. Some of their biggest hits included I’m Into Something Good, No Milk Today and There’s A Kind of Hush (All Over the World).
The band received a million-dollar record deal by the time they were 17, and one of the highlights of Noone’s career was when Elvis Presley performed one of their hits–”I’m Henry the Eighth, I Am”–in 1965 on stage.
“He was making fun of me, but who cares?” says Noone. “It was Elvis!”
Even at this young age, Noone was living the quintessential rocker lifestyle.
“Although without the drugs bit,” he insists. “That was never my thing.”
But when asked about all of the other typical rock ‘n’ roll habits?
“Sure. We were 16, 17, and we could easily stay up all night, go on the rampage then be up the next morning to do interviews and go to gigs. It was a brilliant time.”
At 64, Noone is on the road again as part of Britain’s Solid Silver 60s Show. His fellow Hermits veterans will not be joining him, but other musical star of the era will–Brian Poole of The Tremeloes (“Do You Love Me” and “Twist And Shout”) and Brian Hyland (“Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini”).
“You never get tired of the buzz of touring,’ says Noone, ‘and it’s good to know we can still pull an audience. People come up to me and sing all the old songs to my face, although I’m never really sure how to respond to that.”
Noone has lived in California since the 70’s and grew quickly to the healthy living style that characterizes the state.
“Not many people survived the debauchery of the sixties,” he says, “so I feel very lucky and try to look after myself. When I went to Mickie Most’s funeral nine years ago [Most was the band’s producer and a panelist on TV talent show New Faces], there weren’t many people left. It does make you stop and think.”
“I remember going to the house of one of the Moody Blues and it was considered this real den of iniquity,” he says. “None of the girls smoked dope, so I used to hang out with them. I was a fly on the wall.
“I did like to drink — I used to go out with Richard Harris and try to drink more than him,” Noone laughed.
“I used to love the Beatles and the Stones and I’d always want to hang out with them, even though they were about seven years older.
“We’d go to the Ad Lib club in London, and John Lennon would buy my drinks because he knew I was only 16 and I wouldn’t get drunk and try to beat someone up.”
Noone, who grew up in Manchester, has admitted that one of his major motivations for drinking was to fit in with the others, as he didn’t feel that “interesting.”
It was at the age of 19 that the musician decided to attend his first Alcoholics Anonymous meeting with his father, also an avid drinker.
“I wouldn’t have classed myself as an alcoholic, but you have to be sensitive to people’s feelings and be able to do the job on stage, so after that I decided to cut down. I needed to do it for my own sake and haven’t touched a drop for about 16 years.
“I insist that my wife still drinks if she wants to — I wouldn’t stop other people around me doing it.”
The multi-talented entertainer has been married to his wife, Mirielle, for 43 years. They met when Noone was 20, while he was still spending time with various women.
“I think it was probably lust at first sight with Mireille,” he admits. “Then I found out how nice she was and it turned to love.
“She kept turning me down, but she was holidaying on Ibiza with her mum, so I rented the apartment next to them. Her mother liked me because I was respectful. I wore Mireille down.”
The couple married in 1968, had one daughter (Nicole), and Noone quit the band in 1971 at the age of 24.
“Even though all of us in the band were close in the beginning, by the end, we’d been together so long and wanted to do different things.”
His attempted solo career plateaued, and it was in the 80s that he took to a new stage, appearing in a Broadway production on “Pirates of Penzance” and as a host on the U.S. television music show “My Generation”.
Just a few years ago, he appeared as a mentor and voice coach on American Idol.
Speaking on the show, he said, “If the Beatles had entered a TV competition, they’d probably have lost. Simon Cowell seems like a very nice guy, but I think he’s a secondhand Mickie Most to be honest.”
Speaking on the current tour again, Noone explained, “‘I was probably going to be a clerk at the local NatWest. How lucky am I to still be doing this at 64? I know what I’m doing now, too. I’m not that shy little kid any more.”
My Stepdaughters Made My Daughter Sleep on the Floor After Her Mom Died – Shocked, I Stepped in Immediately
When my grieving daughter called, sobbing that her stepsisters made her sleep on the floor the night of her mother’s funeral, my heart broke. With no support from my wife, I took matters into my own hands.
Blending families was never easy. After eight years of marriage to Candace, I thought we’d figured it out.
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My daughter, Shiloh, is 16. She’s quiet and thoughtful, always preferring a book or a sketchpad to the chaos of her stepsisters, Anna, 19, and Sophie, 17.
Anna and Sophie, on the other hand, are the life of the party. Over the years, I’ve watched Shiloh try to fit in, but she’s always been the outsider.
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Candace assured me it was normal sibling dynamics, but there were moments that felt like more than that. I’d catch Shiloh retreating to her room with her lips pressed together in that tight way she has when she’s holding back tears after a comment from Anna or Sophie.
Then, last week, the unthinkable happened.
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Shiloh’s mother, my ex-wife, passed away unexpectedly. I was away on a business trip, and the call left me stunned. My mind raced through disbelief, grief, and worry for my daughter. She was incredibly close to her mom. This would shatter her.
I left immediately, driving through the night to get to her. Candace offered to take the girls ahead, and while I was grateful, something about the hotel arrangements left me uneasy.
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Two rooms — one for Candace and me and one for the girls. “It’ll keep the peace,” Candace had said, brushing off my concerns. I trusted her to handle it, but a knot of doubt had settled in my chest.
I was halfway through my drive when my phone buzzed. It was Shiloh.
“Hey, sweetheart,” I said, my voice soft.
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She didn’t answer right away. When she finally spoke, her voice was small and shaky. “Dad… I’m sleeping on the floor.”
I blinked, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “What? Why?”
“Anna and Sophie said the bed’s too small for three people,” she mumbled. “They told me it’d be better if I slept on the floor.”
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I felt my jaw tighten. “Did you tell Candace?”
“She said it’s just for one night and to let it go,” Shiloh said, her voice cracking. “It’s fine, Dad. I didn’t want to make a big deal.”
I could hear the tears in her voice, and it broke something inside me. “No, honey,” I said, my voice firm. “It’s not fine. You shouldn’t have to do this.”
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I pulled the car onto the shoulder of the road and ran a hand through my hair, trying to calm the anger that was building.
“Listen to me,” I said. “You’ve done nothing wrong, okay? This isn’t about making a big deal — it’s about what’s fair. You don’t deserve this, especially not now.”
Her sniffles on the other end of the line made my chest tighten.
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“Dad,” she said quietly, “it’s okay. I don’t want to fight with them.”
“Sweetheart,” I said, forcing my voice to stay calm, “you just lost your mom. The last thing you need is to feel like this.”
When I hung up, I didn’t hesitate. I called Candace immediately. She picked up quickly, her tone light.
“Hi, honey! Still on the road?”
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“What’s going on over there, Candace?” I said, skipping any pleasantries.
There was a pause. “What do you mean?”
“Shiloh just called me. She’s crying because Anna and Sophie made her sleep on the floor. Why didn’t you step in?”
Candace sighed. “The girls said the bed was too cramped. It’s just one night, Robert. She’ll be fine.”
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“She’s not fine,” I snapped. “She’s grieving, Candace. And now she’s being pushed onto the floor like she doesn’t matter?”
“She’s not being pushed!” Candace shot back. “They’re just trying to be comfortable. I don’t see the problem here.”
“The problem,” I said, my voice rising, “is that Shiloh is there all by herself, and instead of supporting her, you’re letting her feel like an outsider. How can you be okay with this?”
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Candace’s tone grew sharper. “What do you expect me to do, Robert? Force Anna and Sophie onto the floor? They’re kids too! This isn’t easy for them either.”
“They didn’t just lose a parent!” I snapped. “Shiloh is trying to hold herself together, and instead of making things easier for her, you’re brushing it off like it’s nothing!”
Candace let out a frustrated sigh. “You’re blowing this out of proportion. It’s one night. Shiloh can handle it.”
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I felt a bitter laugh escape my throat. “This isn’t about handling anything. It’s about showing her that she’s not alone. How do you not see how important this is?”
I was still hours away when my phone buzzed again. Candace’s name lit up the screen, and I braced myself as I answered.
“What did you do, Robert?” she demanded, her voice low but furious.
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“What I had to,” I said flatly, gripping the wheel. “Shiloh called me crying because Anna and Sophie made her sleep on the floor. You brushed her off, so I called the hotel manager, booked her another room, and asked them to escort her there.”
“You booked her a private room?” she snapped. “Without even talking to me?”
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“I didn’t have time to talk, Candace,” I said, my voice tightening. “You made excuses instead of standing up for my daughter. I had to act.”
“She could have handled one night, Robert!” Candace said, her tone sharp. “Do you realize what you’ve done? Anna and Sophie are furious. They think you’re playing favorites.”
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“Playing favorites?” I repeated, anger flaring. “This isn’t about favorites. Shiloh is living through possibly the worst moment of her life, Candace. She doesn’t need a lesson in ‘toughing it out’ right now. She needs support.”
“You’re undermining me,” she shot back. “Do you know how this looks? I’m supposed to be in charge while you’re away, and you went behind my back to fix something that wasn’t even that big of a deal!”
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“It was a big deal,” I countered. “Shiloh deserved better, and no one stood up for her — not even you. How do you think that makes her feel?”
When I arrived at the hotel early the next morning, the tension was already simmering. I walked into the lobby and called Candace to let her know I was there.
“She’s in her new room,” Candace said curtly. “Anna and Sophie are upset, and I don’t know how you’re planning to fix this.”
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“Candace, this isn’t about fixing their feelings,” I said. “It’s about doing the right thing.”
The heated argument continued after I left the funeral preparations that morning.
“Anna and Sophie won’t even look at you,” Candace said. “They feel like you’ve chosen Shiloh over them. This could ruin everything we’ve built.”
“Built?” I said, incredulous. “Candace, if what we’ve built can’t survive me standing up for my grieving daughter, maybe it wasn’t as strong as you think.”
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“That’s unfair,” she said quietly, but her voice lacked conviction.
“What’s unfair is how you let her be treated,” I said, my frustration boiling over. “She’s a kid who just lost her mom, Candace. I expected you to show some compassion. Instead, you treated her like an inconvenience.”
“I care about Shiloh,” she insisted.
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“Then why didn’t you act like it?” I asked, my voice softening but still firm.
At the funeral, I stayed close to Shiloh. She clung to my arm, her head bowed low, her face pale with grief. The service was heartbreaking, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Her hands trembled as she wiped at her tears, and my heart ached watching her hold it all in. When the service ended, she turned to me and whispered, “Thank you for everything, Dad.”
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Her words were simple, but they meant everything.
Once we were back home, I sat Candace down for a serious conversation.
“We need to talk,” I said.
“Robert, I’m tired of rehashing this,” she replied, crossing her arms.
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“Candace, this isn’t about arguing,” I said firmly. “It’s about making sure this never happens again. Shiloh needs us — needs you — to be better. She’s already lost her mother. She shouldn’t feel like she’s losing her place in this family too.”
Candace sighed, looking away. “I didn’t handle it right,” she admitted quietly. “But you made me feel like I don’t have a say.”
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“You always have a say,” I replied gently. “But when it comes to Shiloh, I won’t compromise on making sure she feels loved and safe. I hope you can understand that.”
Candace nodded reluctantly. “I’ll try to do better,” she said, though her tone held a trace of resentment.
Later that evening, Shiloh hugged me tightly. “Thank you for standing up for me, Dad,” she whispered.
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I held her close, realizing that I’d made the right choice. From now on, I resolved to set clearer boundaries, ensuring that Shiloh always felt supported, no matter what it cost me.
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