Its funny, but somedays I can look down the train carriage of the 07:23 London bound train and take a guess at peoples professions. It usually goes like this:
Stockbroker, IT consultant, Accountant, Stockbroker, web developer, Stockbroker, Twat with loud voice on phone, Accountant, Stockbroker, Professional Loser, Civil servant, Accountant etc etc
But on board yesterdays carriage we had the mysterious "Music Industry" man.
Yes just who was this Mr RocknRoll Man ? He was altogether somebody totally different. Resembled a contemporary of George Martin. Receded shoulder length white mane. In his late 50s or 60s perhaps ? Smartly dressed. Not in the usual grey, navy or black. No, Mr RocknRoll wore purple, and stripey purple at that.
A Record Producer. He has to be.
Spoke to no one. Politely smiled as he took his seat. Had a look of total contentment about him. Hes old style RocknRoll. Hes been there, hes done it all. T-shirts ? dont even ask.
"Apologies Ladies and Gentlemen, but we are going to experience delays on this journey today owing to a broken down freight train ahead of us" annouces the Train conductor.
We sigh, we gasp, we swear, we throw our hands up in despair.
Not Mr RocknRoll. He barely looked up from his laptop or removed his earphones on the announcement. He was in the karma zone.
Hes been seen once before on the train. Oh Yes Mr RocknRoll doesn't do routine, normal or predictabilty. He does spontaneity, coolness. Thats the territory that comes with being in the music industry.
I once sat across the isle, 3 or 4 rows back from Mr rock and Roll. A good vantage point to see his laptop. Music videos. No ordinary music videos. Was it Hawkwind, Mothers of Invention? Was it a recording of The Old Grey Whistle Test? Not only was he watching them, Mr RocknRoll was sampling and editing sound files!
All the evidence points to him being a Record Producer
Hes seen it all has Mr RocknRoll. Probably the first tent pitched at Woodstock, probably personally knows Bob Dylan. Probably wrote half the peace songs known to man.
One of these days Im gonna sidle up to Mr RocknRoll, slip into the seat next to him.
" Im a child of The Revolution" i'll say "The Revolution. What a fantastic time for the world"
"I dont think so" he may say back. " I work for the Inland Revenue and let me tell you young lady, It was not a good year!"
"Oh..." i'll whimper, disappointment tatooed on my head.
I'll turn away. Gutted. How could I have got it so wrong?
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