“There was a knock on our dressing room door. Our manager shouted “Keith! Ron! The Police are here.” Oh, man, we panicked, flushed everything down the toilet. Then the door opened and it was Sting and Stewart Copeland.”
I now seem to have about 11 books to read and no real time to read them, apart from The Wit And Wisdom of Keith Richards which took all of 5 minutes to read. Plus I’ve still got a runny nose after inhaling too much wood dust from the chess sets I made for my brothers.
Lounging around time is over now though – we’ve got an album to record so I’m locked in my attic again practising my chops, making sure I’m ready. Think it’s going to be epic.
First sessions start on Jan 2nd 2010. Wish me luck x