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The life of an artist is often perceived as a canvas of grandeur moments, splendid theatrics, and raving ovations. But as one delves deeper, it’s the bizarre, the unexpected, the unconventional memories that often resonate the most. Such is my mosaic of life, an entanglement of the bizarre and the beautiful.
The faint scent of nostalgia always brings me back to Larry Grayson’s old dressing room. The walls of that room, though silent, echoed with stories, tales of grandeur, and whispers of the past. There was a peculiar comfort in sharing that space, a sense of being intertwined with history.
My journey was dotted with moments of sheer serendipity. I still remember the glint in Lawrence Norfolk’s eyes, the eminent author, as he professed his fondness for Mount Vernon Arts Lab to a journalist. The weight of that validation was unparalleled.
In 1998, I stepped into the surreal realm of hosting the first-ever concert of electronic music in a nuclear command bunker. The juxtaposition of the environment with the melodious strains was a spectacle in itself.
The world of music saw me sharing stages and moments with icons – from the ethereal notes of Silver Apples and Stereolab to the raw energy of Broadcast and Sonic Boom. Then there were the intoxicating sessions with Adrian from Portishead and the soulful Norman from Teenage Fanclub.
Some moments were pure cinematic gold, like when Eugene Reynolds paraded his pet DALEK on television. Or when the echoing chords of a Status Quo riff became a whimsical 90-minute conversation with Tim Gane.
Delia Derbyshire, the luminary, once spoke of her camaraderie with Brian Jones, painting a picture of eras gone by. And in a heartwarming coincidence, a performance in Liverpool once saw me under the watchful eyes of legends Paul Simpson and Will Sergeant.
Yet, among all these illustrious moments, there was an evening in Shepherd’s Bush that stands out. After a rousing performance, fate left us without shelter. That night, the cold ground became our bed, softened only by industrial-sized bubble wrap, as dreams took flight in its soft crinkles.
This journey, a medley of the odd and the grand, is a testament to life’s unpredictable cadence. Each memory, be it peculiar or profound, crafts an irreplaceable note in the symphony of my existence.
