John Cale was doing a teacher training course at Goldsmiths' College, New Cross, during the Big Freeze of 1962/63. He was on placement at an East London school where my friend taught. The school was closed down due to a burst boiler, the teachers still had to report in but had nothing much to do. My friend was (is) a viola player, and he and the student sat around for days playing together, fiddling around you might say*. Cale said that he was organising a performance of one of his compositions and my friend was invited to play. But somehow, the invitation never materialised.
OK, file story next to: Julie Driscoll, Des's coat, back of chair, you know the score.
*in the best tradition of after-dinner speakers, I pause for the hoped-for laughter. Some hope.
and I wrote:
Norman, I think this really deserves a separate thread. Not that we would want to sink to scurrilous goss about celebs, but more how you crossed paths with somebody you were really in awe of. The examples already given of coats on chairs and viola practice should rule out stage-door johnnyism. I'll kick off elsewhere to avoid thread drift.
Unfortunately I can't provide much myself on this, unless you include the night I helped the Michael Garrick trio load their van. I was more a fan of Dave Green, but Trevor Tomkins needed more help with his drums and I didn't get a chance to say anything to him. Drummers eh.