Quietly upstairs from Denmark Street, in the am, sometime.
So I go into Andy’s Guitar shop to see if there’s anyone who can fix my wah wah peddle - I’d heard there was a guy down the same alley…. and they say yea, he was there… he’s moved upstairs - so I go out and walk around the place a couple of times - couldn’t find anywhere going upstairs so I gave up and went home.
And my wah wah peddle wasn’t fixed yet, so I went back a couple of days later, try again… wandered round again… went back into Andy’s… yea, he’s moved upstairs they said. And that’s when I realised. He’d moved upstairs.
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Everything had changed by the time I got there. No one liked each other anymore. It was all like this:
rather than these:
Who I did the PA for at this gig at one of the colleges once. By that point they arrived (and left) in seperate cars.
I was looking for something that had already found me - but it (itself) no longer knew where it was. It was lost, and I’m not sure that I was terribly much help to be honest. Still, there you go. G’bye Rick.
