Music month: The pain behind the music genius of Reuben Winter 7 May, 2021 08:00 PM 10 minutes to read The first words I said to him were "f*** off". I was coming off-stage at an all-ages venue, all juiced on what my 14-year-old self thought was a groundbreaking rock performance. So when an older kid gave me a congratulatory, "Nice set," I replied it with a misguided attempt at playing it cool. "F*** off," I said, with woeful false bashfulness. The older kid walked away. He was slightly elfish and wore a Disneyland cardigan that set him apart from the crowd of wannabe punks in their mum's borrowed denim. As I put my guitar away, a friend grabbed my shoulder, "Dude, that was Reuben Winter."