“Some name dropping:
Sometime in the hot summer of 1976, I was having a meal with Joe Strummer (we were friends; I had been the booking agent for the 101ers) in a long gone restaurant, Asterix, at the less glamorous end of the Kings Road in Chelsea. We were conspiring about something or other when Joe spotted Joan Armatrading, dining alone, a few tables away.
I was rather shy , but Joe decided to bowl over and tell Joan how much he loved her music. We listened to Capital Radio a lot that summer, and Joan's music was played very often.
Joan was kind, and grateful, even though we interrupted her lunch. I have never forgotten how she was happy to spend some time talking with two rather odd looking blokes that she didn't know, and who just loomed up to her table...”
Some name dropping:
Sometime in the hot summer of 1976, I was having a meal with Joe Strummer (we were friends; I had been the booking agent for the 101ers) in a long gone restaurant, Asterix, at the less glamorous end of the Kings Road in Chelsea. We were conspiring about something or other when Joe spotted Joan Armatrading, dining alone, a few tables away.
I was rather shy , but Joe decided to bowl over and tell Joan how much he loved her music. We listened to Capital Radio a lot that summer, and Joan's music was played very often.
Joan was kind, and grateful, even though we interrupted her lunch. I have never forgotten how she was happy to spend some time talking with two rather odd looking blokes that she didn't know, and who just loomed up to her table...