When I first met John he had just had a baby, or at least his wife had, I had mine coming. We were both playing in bands around London. Soon I diyed my hair bright orange and announced that I was in The Police. This led to considerable confusion, I lost a lot of friends, and the few remaining said that it was over for me, I had lost my marbles. Meanwhile I was working out a really cool version of "Goodbye Pork Pie Hat" with John, on acoustic guitar. John went to europe with the Soft Machine, I went to the East coast of America to play in punk clubs, I left the stage at C.B.G.B.'s and made it back to London on a 6 am flight from New York, to put on a white hospital robe and witness the birth of my daughter. I met John on Hampstead Heath and we worked out a nice acoustic version of "'Round Midnight". It rained. We sat under a tree and discussed the health benefits of negative ions. It's been going on like this for years. Is this record the beginning or the end?
It feels a bit like Casablanca.

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