Chapter 14
The gig went well, we played at our peak and the audience seemed to like us and, unlike our usual London gigs, there were very few of the faithful. Clive Dryfus seemed impressed and said that he felt he could do something for us. Ian had a quick farewell drink and he and his sticks departed. As the second act took to the stage, the rest of the boys disappeared outside to smoke and schmooze with the local talent and I was left to negotiate with Clive.
Clive used to be an AR man for Island records before he became disillusioned with the money men, the suited and booted who possessed not one soul between them, he had remarked.
‘It all comes down to the wedge, not one of them gives a toss for the music. I’m telling you Simon in the last ten years it’s all gone down the pan, the m
