December 15th
It's been a week of Christmas get togethers, forgotten admin task's and invoicing.
Tuesday was Paul Crockford's Christmas do. I sat next to Tim Hook, who had been the Level's tour manager back in '94. Subsequent to this he was Crimson tour manager during the life of the 6 piece line up. Also in attendance was Scott McKeon. Who is still only about 19 and is managed by Paul as a result of playing him a CD and insisting that he see him play. I advise you to do the same. He plays modern blues guitar with a confidence and maturity of someone twice his age. Also in attendance was Mark Knopfler. After lunch there was another pop quiz. Which I won. This is not bragging, but evidence of a young man who had no friends and too much time of his hands.
Wednesday night saw the annual dinner at Langens Brasserie that we have with Barry Moorhouse, of 'The Bass Centre' fame and Professor Barry Fox, eminent plastic surgeon to the stars. Professor Fox is a bit of a guitar playing music fan, hence the connection. Indeed he has formed a band with other like minded plastic surgeons. They are called (and I'm not making this up) 'Tuck That'. Tonight's new boy is the 'unknown' John Clarke. Some of you may know him as the guitar player who replaced Allan Holdsworth in Bruford. He has, quite coincidentally, been playing for Sir Cliff in his band for nigh on 20 years. There is a festive break from the world tour, hence is Christmas meal availability. Much fun and annecdotage was had by all.
I point blank refused to to tell my 'Saxon' story. Amusing though it well may be, I have told it at this same function 3 years running.
A day later and I took Dominic and new by Dave, from the ad agency, to the splendid kerelan fish restaurant in Charlotte street.
Today, however, Amanda and I drove out to Hertfordshire to view a property. Following the eviction and the end of Mand's current adventures in publishing, now seems the right time. I no longer need to be in the smoke for work. indeed I rarely ever get to meet any of the directors or producers of tv ad's any more. Bikes, that would regularly arrive and depart the house with latest edits and versions, have all been but replaced by the internet, e-mails and ftp sites. I'm sick of the grime and the yellow and black police signs asking for witnesses of yet another violent crime. The 'Life' sentence given to our former nieghbours still shocked me, in spite of living next to them for all this time. It all add's up and wears me down.
The house, set in country side just out side Hemel Hempsted and but a stones through away from Steve Wilsons studio, is beautiful. Grade ll listed, land and out buildings make it tick most of the boxes. However, from the aerial shots we viewed from our computer, the open fields it backed on too, have been replaced by a large 'luxury development. Luxury they may be, but they are still big and over look the garden on two sides. So not for us, but the search has begun.
It's been a week of Christmas get togethers, forgotten admin task's and invoicing.
Tuesday was Paul Crockford's Christmas do. I sat next to Tim Hook, who had been the Level's tour manager back in '94. Subsequent to this he was Crimson tour manager during the life of the 6 piece line up. Also in attendance was Scott McKeon. Who is still only about 19 and is managed by Paul as a result of playing him a CD and insisting that he see him play. I advise you to do the same. He plays modern blues guitar with a confidence and maturity of someone twice his age. Also in attendance was Mark Knopfler. After lunch there was another pop quiz. Which I won. This is not bragging, but evidence of a young man who had no friends and too much time of his hands.
Wednesday night saw the annual dinner at Langens Brasserie that we have with Barry Moorhouse, of 'The Bass Centre' fame and Professor Barry Fox, eminent plastic surgeon to the stars. Professor Fox is a bit of a guitar playing music fan, hence the connection. Indeed he has formed a band with other like minded plastic surgeons. They are called (and I'm not making this up) 'Tuck That'. Tonight's new boy is the 'unknown' John Clarke. Some of you may know him as the guitar player who replaced Allan Holdsworth in Bruford. He has, quite coincidentally, been playing for Sir Cliff in his band for nigh on 20 years. There is a festive break from the world tour, hence is Christmas meal availability. Much fun and annecdotage was had by all.
I point blank refused to to tell my 'Saxon' story. Amusing though it well may be, I have told it at this same function 3 years running.
A day later and I took Dominic and new by Dave, from the ad agency, to the splendid kerelan fish restaurant in Charlotte street.
Today, however, Amanda and I drove out to Hertfordshire to view a property. Following the eviction and the end of Mand's current adventures in publishing, now seems the right time. I no longer need to be in the smoke for work. indeed I rarely ever get to meet any of the directors or producers of tv ad's any more. Bikes, that would regularly arrive and depart the house with latest edits and versions, have all been but replaced by the internet, e-mails and ftp sites. I'm sick of the grime and the yellow and black police signs asking for witnesses of yet another violent crime. The 'Life' sentence given to our former nieghbours still shocked me, in spite of living next to them for all this time. It all add's up and wears me down.
The house, set in country side just out side Hemel Hempsted and but a stones through away from Steve Wilsons studio, is beautiful. Grade ll listed, land and out buildings make it tick most of the boxes. However, from the aerial shots we viewed from our computer, the open fields it backed on too, have been replaced by a large 'luxury development. Luxury they may be, but they are still big and over look the garden on two sides. So not for us, but the search has begun.
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