That night he put me in this room with a jukebox in it and a single mattress on the floor. This is my house-warming present for you.” Right on time he turned up in this white Corniche with this beautiful blonde-haired girl and said: “She’s yours. He came up to me and said: “I’ve got a roadster I want to sell you.” I said: “I don’t want it.” He said: “Alright, come down the house tomorrow and I’ll give it to you.” So I drove down. It started off in the gent’s at the Speakeasy – as most of his stories do. There’s the one about when he wanted to sell me a car. His idol was John Bonham, and I guess he was my John Bonham. We struck up a friendship from that time on.
He looked the part as well as being the part. I said to my assistant: “Whose is that flash-bastard kit over there?” And she pointed and said: “He’s the guy you want.” I said: “Let me hear him first and then we’ll go from there.” Cozy and I played for about a minute and you could see all the other drummers packing up their kits. When I finally arrived there were 15 drum kits set up and one double kit in red glitter. I was auditioning for drummers and I was late. I remember sitting in his office cross-legged, with his wife giggling, and we played for about two hours. He eventually called me through his microphonic system. Eventually we got into the studio and Sly saw Carmine’s drums and said: “You can take half of that away, we don’t need that.” Then he disappeared into a back room and never came out again.
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