The time I met Pete Townsend (apparently)
February 9, 2012. No comments.
Quite a lot of years ago now, I was asked to do a recording session in London along with some Irish musicians as a sort of ‘live’ band on a pop record.
Lunchtime arrived, and for some reason by the time I got to the kitchen where everyone had been gathered it was almost empty – except for a kind-looking older man making coffee. We had a bit of a chat and I assumed he worked for the studio (a job that I did for a while, making musicians hot drinks, that sort of thing). Anyway, I thought he was very nice and he asked me if I would like a cup of tea. That would be lovely I said, but I was a bit concerned that everyone else had gone back into the live room, and I needed to rush to the loo before we started recording again, so would he mind popping it down by my chair for me?
Sure enough, when I got back from the Ladies there was a steaming hot cup of tea on the floor next to my harp.
As we all left the studio and walked back down the road to the bus, everyone was in very high spirits. “Wow” they were saying, “Wasn’t it amazing to meet Pete Townsend!” “Eh?” I said, “When was that??” “Well”, they told me, “we don’t know where YOU were, but WE were all in the kitchen chatting to him during the lunchbreak.”
Then it dawned on me.”The man in the kitchen was Pete Townsend?”
“It’s his studio!”