I was lucky enough to have a jam with them which was totally amazing except my guitar playing was not up to their playing. Listening to Cass singing “On and On” with Dave and Ned was mesmerising.
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Back To Mono – The Phil Spector Christmas Album photo session with George Harrison and Graham Nash (1972)
A joyful and familiar Liverpool drawl spoke to me down the phone saying “Clive, I need you to shoot the … More
To Celebrate Reaching 50% of our #Kickstarter Crowdfunding Goal – I’ve added some Signed Limited Edition David Bowie and Mick Ronson Cards
I am delighted to announce we have reached just under (by a glorious £2.00!) 50% of our kickstarter crowdfunding goal … More
Mike Oldfield – The Quiet Genius Behind Tubular Bells
Sometime in 1972 my agent called me to ask me to go and meet Richard Branson to talk about photographing … More
McCartney’s Visual Echo!
I myself was in a highly nervous state, because it had taken so much time to produce the Polaroid test. Peeling back the Polaroid with Paul, Linda and the band peeking over my shoulder was extremely nerve wracking and it’s fair to say I was three steps away from needing the toilet.
Canned Heat – Historical Figures and Ancient Heads – London Photoshoot (1970)
I didn’t know what to expect when I was booked to work with Canned Heat. They had a pretty Rock … More
Jeff Beck Group – Rough & Ready
Eventually as the V8 sounds faded my shouts were heard and he looked up from under the bonnet, his hands covered in oil and his face smeared too and said “Oh, Hi Clive, my manager said you’d be coming down”
Mick Ronson – The Nicest Man Who Fell To Earth
It reminds me of Marlon Brando’s remark from On The Waterfront, when a character says “Are you looking for trouble” and Brando replies “What have you got?”. Mick looked like a streetwise New Yorker, who was ahead of the game. He certainly didn’t look like a quiet working class lad from Hull (in the North of England).
My Dangerous Acquaintance, Marianne Faithful
I then nervously poured a large bottle of Perrier all over her head. Through the spluttering cascade of Perrier water she said ‘You bastard”, I said ‘No, wait, trust me, don’t get angry”