
Not Alan Partridge tells us: "I was once offered the chance to co-present a programme on national radio. Audience of millions, but blew up spectacularly, my entire contribution being the rustling of paper in the background. I was that bad, I have since burned my copy of the pilot show." Tell us about your big break, and how you messed it up.
( , Thu 3 Apr 2014, 14:22)
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was a fairly regular customer at the west London music shop where I worked during the mid-nineties. I'd been noodling about with a four track at home for a while and had created an odd little demo tape of rough instrumental ideas, a copy of which I gave nervously to Mr. Eno on the off-chance he might like some of it.
Sitting behind the counter strumming an acoustic guitar a couple of days later, Brian Eno walked through the door and said to me, "I really like your tape, can I keep it?"
"Of course," I replied.
"Play me something," he said, gesturing towards the guitar I was holding.
"Erm, my fingers aren't really working today," I replied. Idiot.
( , Fri 4 Apr 2014, 13:55, 5 replies)

Imagine how much of a cunt you'd feel if you played something shit.
( , Fri 4 Apr 2014, 18:55, closed)
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