In the late 70’s I was house producer at Neat Records in Wallsend. In 1981 I took a brief sabbatical and went to London to cut a recording of one of my songs for State Records with Wayne Bickerton producing. The recording is attached to this post, I am playing guitar on the track, but the rest of the guys on the song were session musicians.

These guys were top-notch players and I felt a bit out of place in their company. As the session got underway, Wayne was setting up the drum sounds. The young whippersnapper on the kit said to Wayne, fuck off to the pub and I’ll set up the sounds myself.

So we all fucked off to the pub. When we returned, we cut the recording you can hear Chris Farlowe singing below

When I returned to Neat Records I bumped into Keith Satchfield of the band Fist and he asked me how the session in London had gone. I explained about the rather stiff atmosphere in the studio. how good the musicians were et cetera. Keith then asked me who the season musicians were and I said I’m sorry I can’t remember any of their names but the drummer was a right cocky bugger. Then I said, oh hang on, the bass player had an unusual name. I delved into my memory banks and hit upon the name, Mo. He said, was it Mo Foster? I said yes, that’s the guy. So then Kieth said well, the drummer was most probably. Simon Phillips, I said yes, that was the guy, cocky bugger he was.

Kieth says to me: fuck me, I’ve only been playing guitar with a Jeff Beck band.