Chapter 6
I had had a call from Clive, AR guy, with some good news, not only was he coming to see us but he had got us a gig at Colchester University. It was only a support act, third on a bill, but it would be before one of the biggest audiences the band had ever played.
I got to the studios early, the traffic was lighter than usual, every set of lights seemed to turn green in my favour, still it gave me a chance to have a bit of a blether with Jazz.
Jazz ran the studios, well strictly speaking it was Jazz’s wife Suzie who ran it, she was the one with the purse strings, Jazz was just the interface and technical wizard, the one everyone went to for bookings and assistance. Suzie was a whirlwind of a woman. Standing about five-foot-two in her stockinged feet, she looked the picture of in
