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This is Hermione Gingold, my girlfriend in the late 60’s.
Some saw our age difference as problematic, but we did not. In fact, my most
treasured memory of her is the day when, after listening to me lament my
eventual mortality, she took me aside and whispered “Nothing’s gonna touch you
in these Gingold years,” which immediately set me off in search of a pencil. We
eventually broke up when she refused to wear the spacesuit I had made specially
for her at Harrod’s.
Always artistically restless, I had originally planned to
follow up Station To Station with a concept album about the many and varied uses
of sticky tape, aiming to use it as a metaphor for the tape that sort of, like,
binds or, like, keeps us joined together or something. In the end the idea was
jettisoned when Eno showed up with a new haircut and a guitar he’d made out of
candy wrappers and string. All that remains is this one test shot of what would
have been my next protagonist/character, The Thin White Guy Wrapped Up In,
Like, Police Tape Or Something.
This is a bit of trivia that will shock even the most
knowledgeable of my fans, I think. It’s a secret I’ve sat on since its release.
The truth of the matter is that my creativity was at such low tide at this
point that I charged someone else with recording this album, Never Let Me Down,
for me! That’s right. The vocalist (who shall remain nameless) used the
occasion to do such a hilarious, over-the-top impression of me that it still
makes me laugh to this day! To review: I neither wrote nor sang any of the
material on this godforsaken piece of crap. Understood?
Victoria Station, 1976. No excuse, really, but I was
drinking a lot of coffee, if that helps.
Blimey, not a good year all round, really. Don’t remember
much about this, to be honest, other than to say that I never really took a bad
I love this one. A photo of Gary Numan that I took surreptitiously
with my iPhone. He’s really let himself go, hasn't he?
I’m still not sure what this does, really.