Steve's Journal is headache inducing tiny print , so I'll paste it here as it appears -
Fri. 12th Nov. ‘10
Greenwich is this week’s pit-stop, just round the corner from Peyton Place. Long time friends Chris Difford and Glenn Tilbrook and John Bentley, and new acquaintance Simon Hanson have welcomed me into their world, one that is familiar to me, even if I have been an ex pat for some time now. In an industrial complex just off a roundabout by the o2 center we have been blasting out the famous Squeeze hits together for less than a week, and these are some complex tunes. But these lads are constantly searching a new angle, so there are several small but essential details to spice up this UK Spot the Difference tour.
I arrived fresh from the brilliantly stress free Eurostar, a car waiting whisked me to 45 RPM’s giant rehearsal complex, I took the elevator down to the basement studio, clank, it got stuck six inches above ground, the doors wouldn’t open. I used the emergency phone, which put me through to a nice gentleman, but no he wasn’t on site, indeed he was somewhere up north. He told me to stay calm, one of his engineers would be with me in around 25 minutes, but traffic around Camden Lock was pretty bad. Through the little port hole in the huge metal door I could see a corridor and make out a cacophony of different bands all rehearsing at the same time. Marc ALmond is in the house. And Madonna is around rehearsing a new dance routine, in the largest of the studios, and somewhere in amongst it all I could make out my friends practising the cadence to “When the Hangover Strikes”. Charles Ives would have loved it here. Luckily I had my french cell phone with me, and called through to Mr Difford’s. A little more stressed when I discovered there was only one network bar, thank you Orange. We had a sort of alien conversation, Chris sounded like someone underwater.
Night before I had been to “Buried” Rodrigo Cortés, which is a fine claustrophobia experience too. Recommend it. For a few minutes the different faces of Squeeze appeared to me one after the other through the grubby little port hole, my only link with the outside world. It was starting to get hot in my little coffin. We all tried to budge the door, but to no avail. It was Mr Bentley who stayed with me till the engineer arrived with the magic key. Glenn, Chris, John, Simon and I will embark at the end of this week, kicking off in Southend. Before then I have a ton of music to cram in my memory banks, a fitting at the tailor, (Pogson and Davis of Davies Street, Mayfair), and to get to grips with the theremin on my IPad. Last night John and I went to see Mike Leigh’s “Another Year” at the Picture House. Recommend it too. There are some lovely Cafe’s in this neck of the woods, one I’d like to mention is ‘Buenos Aires’ in Royal Street. A super breakfast spot if you are in Greenwich. Opens at eight.