White Star

Kenneth Barlow: We were punks, man. Shit. Groupies used to come up at night. No big thing, you know. Lay around naked. No names. What do we know? Dining in bed. Silver trays. Them wearing garter belts and stockings which we supplied which was not a cheap thing to do at that time however we did... so anyway, hey, man listen; Keith, Keith gets up one morning but he doesn't know morning. Day night, night day, he doesn't know. He wants to know if it's day or night, you, know? What the hell? I mean, you know. So he opens the window and this very valuable Chinese vase falls out, six stories down, with a bouquet of flowers in it. One minute later, there is the manager there, in a tuxedo, and he says that here is a brand new vase and the girls downstairs have picked up all the flowers and re-arranged them in the vase for him. And Keith says Kenneth Barlow: and there's naked women laying all around, yeah, Kenneth Barlow: ..."yes, well... I over there... I have to excuse myself". That was rock n' roll.