Chapter 17
Jazz had just finished setting up when I arrived; ‘That’s one of yours arrived already.’
‘f**k!’ I said in reply having just walked by the guy slumped on the reception sofa, noticing the shaven head, union jack singlet and prison style tattoos up the length of his exposed arms.
‘Doesn’t look the type of guy you have to say no to.’
‘Rather you than me.’
‘Well obviously it will be a group decision, and, well, one should not judge on appearances.’
‘It’s appearances that shape a band.’
‘I thought you’d be the last person I’d hear that line from, surely it’s the music that shapes the band!’
‘You don’t see many ugly fuckers on Top of the Pops now do you?’
‘What about punk, The s*x Pistols, Clash, they are not exactly your pretty boy image.’
Jazz stood from his stooped positi
