Paul Whaley (born January 14, 1946) is an American drummer best known as the drummer for rock band Blue Cheer. He grew up in the town of Davis, California, where he played drums with a local band called Oxford Circle. Whaley is credited on the Oxford Circle album Live at the Avalon 1966. When he left the Oxford Circle to join Blue Cheer in 1967, the former band dissolved. He was the longest-standing member in Blue Cheer other than founder Dickie Peterson in the band when it broke up in late 2009, following Peterson's death at age 63.
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Coordinates: 53°14′20″N 1°13′48″W / 53.239°N 1.230°W / 53.239; -1.230
Whaley is a small village in Derbyshire, England, located one mile from Whaley Thorns, 1½ miles from Elmton, 1½ miles from Langwith and 2½ miles from Bolsover.
The village has a pub, garage and a former watermill, now a home, of which the large mill pond still survives.
Set in arable farmland, the village was a farming settlement, and remains so to this day with several farming families living in the village. The Diocese of Derby archives record that there was an ancient chapel in the village, but no traces of that remain. A school, known as St Mary's Mission, and school house were built in the 1860s but both these are now residential.
There are three pre-historic rock shelters behind the former school, on Magg Lane and opposite the pub, the Black Horse. These are linked to the Creswell Crags.
Scarcliffe Park, an area of woodland to the south end of the village, has Bronze Age and Roman remains. It is surrounded by a Pale ditch.
Whaley is a surname. Notable people with the surname include:
Whaley is a village in Derbyshire, England.
Whaley may also refer to:
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