Tarsem was based in London, so we started commuting over there to work on his spots. We found some interesting temporary locations to do our programming. If I remember rightly, we did this one in the back room of a puppet factory in Covent Garden.
This typically spectacular spot takes on that age-old question: what maketh a man? Let’s tick the boxes. Power…check. Bulging pocketbook…check. Audi 100…check. Soul…well if you have the Audi, and you know your Fellini, that would be a double check.
Yep…il aura la femme.
In his very readable autobiography Wobble describes the mid 80s as his dark period when the booze took over and his music career suffered. This era ended with him being forced to take a job at Covent Garden underground station.
Well I’m here to tell you all that a lot of good work was done during this time, even as the bourbon bottles were emptied like school milk at playtime. This track is a good example, and I well remember the day Harry Beckett came in to play; as a recorder of sounds, you don’t forget the sweetest ones.
Also Wobble had Ollie Marland, a musician’s musician who could pretty much handle anything you threw at him.
I remember seeing Wobble down at Covent Garden tube, looking cool, holding court, and I knew he wouldn’t be there for long.