I was listening to a demo tape from some band I’d never heard of. The manager lived next door to the bartender’s cousin, or something like that, anyway they had come to me. I didn’t mind, new talent was often cheaper than then bands with a following. I could probably get these guys for free drinks and a percent of the door. That would be a good deal if they had any talent. Their manager was trying to act all cool, like he did this everyday. I could tell he was not a professional, probably a friend or relative of a band member.
‘ So what do you think? ‘ he asked.
I paused, ‘ They really lack soul,’ I said. ‘ I think you need a saxophone player, try that and call me in a couple of weeks.’
Boy was I wrong! The went on to be a number one band just the way the were.