Had Me a Real Good Time by Andy Neill

Author:Andy Neill [Neill, Andy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-78323-619-0
Publisher: Music Sales Limited
Published: 2016-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

August was a fairly quiet month, with no gigs on the horizon until a festival in Belgium on the 22nd, so with time on his hands Rod’s thoughts drifted back to the willowy English beauty he’d met in LA. “I decided to move back to England,” says Dee, “mainly because I’d run out of money but also because Rod had rung to ask when was I coming home. We arranged to meet at a pub in Lancaster Gate and then he took me out to lunch in Kensington Church Street and back to his house. I was so shocked that he had bought a beautiful home and had decorated it with such great taste. Rod really had an eye for all that; oak panelling, a four-poster bed and, of course, the cars in the drive. The night we met in LA, he had a dinky toy of the yellow Mura two-seater Lamborghini in his pocket.”

A month to the day of their first meeting, Rod drove Dee in his latest acquisition, a white Rolls-Royce, to rendezvous with the other Faces at Weeley, near Clacton-on-Sea, Essex, for their appearance at the three-day Weeley Festival of Progressive Music, which had attracted a Bank Holiday weekend audience of over 100,000. With such a ponderous name, and with the bands to match, it was little wonder that the Faces stood out among the likes of Principal Edwards Magic Theatre, Colosseum, King Crimson (featuring ‘Boz’ Burrell, Mac’s old bandleader, on bass and vocals) and their old sparring partner, Edgar Broughton. Playing on Sunday’s bill, sandwiched between Head, Hands & Feet (featuring ace picker Albert Lee) and T. Rex, each Face was strikingly attired, particularly Rod, resplendent in bright pink satin suit, matching scarf and no shirt, clutching a bottle of Mateus (“good for the voice,” he would insist) and Ron Wood in a navy and yellow jacket, a lapel badge of a guitar-playing rocker and yellow strides, against his silver metal Zemaitis guitar. Ronnie Lane wore a white polka dot jacket and cream trousers, Mac, a green jacket and tartan shirt and Kenney an American Nudie-style shirt.

In the backstage caravan that acted as the band’s dressing room, the atmosphere was riddled with tension, not least over Rod’s new live-in lover now entering the Faces’ inner circle. “When I first met the others, it was pretty awful,” Dee remembers. “I had this tiny little pink Angora knitted dress on that was a bit like a jumper and this big Afghan coat. You could have cut the air as I walked in. The girls ignored me – it was like the playground really – and the boys wouldn’t have wanted to step out of line and so consequently, they didn’t talk to me either.

“They’d all been close to Sarah and now, here I was in the wives’ camp. But I didn’t know any of that. When I was coming into their world, Rod had warned me. He said, ‘I don’t want you to listen to anything they’ve got to say because they’re troublemakers.

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