....was this stinky Minger crusty geez with a stoned and *blownaway beyond belief* smile on his muSH ....I use to score me bob Hope oFf oF him in those happyer days.(sigh)
Any ways he showed up at thee studio the day that
*car alarm*
...WAS BEING RECORded in a studio above a pinball machine shop under a moterway!
anyhows...
...He heard the playback of the song and asked if he could play some FlUtE on it ? A stoned silence fell on us then I sheepishly said yes fearing it would sound too hippyish! By this time we were smoking bongs using a blow torch and some plastic guttering! *stoned eeeeemacUlater!!!* we called it which I have used as a recent song title. ;)
He did it in one take and had never heard the song ever *Ian* was a kewl dood really. Last I heard he was shacked up in a lorry suRrOUNDED by his kids living thee gypsey life style . He ended up selling his flute fer drugs and food. A Public school boy with a 1st degree in computing who was and is a fantastic flutist and bass player who read music like u read normal text. If I had half the talent he had I would be rich!
What a waist!
Theres thee tale of *Ian thee floot playing crusty*..ma lard for ever recorded here in cyber spaced!
lol!!!
Got this image of you recking yer pad manicly tripping... (whOoOSH)... jUST TO find my silly UnsuNg~cd... to hear a silly Unsung~ song about bristolian car thieves on crack. 8 )
Life is very strange! And rewarding sometimes!
YarLian*
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