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Hilarious 60s romp around the pop business,
This review is from: You Don't Have To Say You Love Me (Paperback)
I've got all 3 of SNB's pop books about his career as a manager - this one, Black Vinyl White Powder, and I'm Coming To Take You To Lunch: A fantastic tale of boys, booze and how Wham! were sold to China: not the Bolan biog, becasue he doesn't interest me that much.
This one starts with SNB flying off to Canada to join a jazz band and finding himself in a hilariously compromising position with bandleader Lttle Lord Leroy. Back in the UK, he gets involved with films and music: being gay is a positive advantage, because so much of the business is run by gays (such as Larry Parnes, later Brian Epstein, Kit Lambert, and Robert Stigwood). SNB co-writes a hit for Dusty Springfield with Vivki Wickham (of Ready Steady Go) in the back of a taxi, rearranges Burt Bacharach's music for What's New Pussycat, and falls into pop management because it loooks easy and fun. He manages the Yardbirds, and later takes up with John's Children, discovers Marc Bolan and inserts him into the group, then manages him as a solo artist. In between times he upsets Andrew Oldham and stiffs US record companies for big bucks by periuading them to give big advances for rubbish product, and twice gets rescued from brothels by Keith Moon. Well, you know how it is...
All this is told in an engaging and highly readable style, with occasional good insights into the vagaries of the business - at least, as it was back then. A terrific read, whether you're really interested in 60s British pop or not.