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Over the months Roger worked on the music and lyrics until the day he phoned and said ‘Right, I’m ready to play it to you now. I’ll come over.’ We sat together in my studio and listened to the whole demo on tape, Roger singing into a synthesizer. Finally it ended.
Roger looked at me expectantly. There was an awkward silence. It’s quite difficult to find the words to appreciate that huge amount of work. ‘Great’ I said, then fell silent. ‘Very good,’ I ventured…Roger shifted uneasily.
‘I feel as though I’ve just pulled down my pants and taken a shit in front of you,’ he said.
