Rickie Lee Jones
Lying on a bed in the Portobello Hotel with Rickie Lee Jones listening to her demos for a new album to be called ‘Flying Cowboys'. Staring down at her skin tight Levis and listening to that southern drawl . . . so why did I turn down the offer to produce her? Especially when her recording of Saturday Night is on my desert island discs top 8 of all time.
Dunno really. I think it was when she asked the waiter in the hotel restaurant to take out everything from the muesli except the oatmeal, then got up and walked 60 feet across the room to tell the only other resident there to stop smoking . . . twelve weeks of this, I don’t think so.
Strange priorities we have. Sometimes and I don’t think I was asking the right people for advice in those days.