"Well, I Found Fripp Extremely Annoying And Irritating. We Went To His Flat One Day And It Was Like There

"Well, I found Fripp extremely annoying and irritating. We went to his flat one day and it was like there was a line painted on the floor, an invisible line but it was definitely there. And one side was his half of the room and the other side was his girlfriend's and all his books were fanatically placed and I think they had plastic covers on them. He was just so meticulous it would drive me nuts!"

"I just found him like an old man. He would just practise for 29 hours a day and I always thought he was a robot rather than a musician. He was determined to be technically good but he never played with any soul, I don't think - it never touched my soul, put it that way. It wasn't his age, it was his mannerisms and the way he was. I suppose some people are born at 40 aren't they, you know what I mean?"

~ Charlotte Bates, Ian McDonald's girlfriend in the 1960s/1970s

Guess what I have found in some of the piano sheets I had, for practicing when I was still a kid.

Bill Bruford.

Meet Fishtopher!

"I can remember one gig at the London College of Printing and I was sitting somewhere at the back or the side of the stage. There was all this anticipation that there is before a band comes on, and then there was this 20-minute gap with all of the band except Greg on stage. We had to go and get him in the end and he was bonking in the changing room."

"Greg was a great big ego, a big penis on legs. He put in about and he was proud of it. He was into his image and chicks."

~ Charlotte Bates, Ian McDonald's girlfriend in the 1960s/1970s

THE PEOPLE'S POET IS DEAD.

And all the grown-ups will say, "But why are the kids crying?"

And the kids will say, "Haven't you heard? Rick is dead! The People's Poet is dead!"

And then one particularly sensitive and articulate teenager will say, "Other kids, do you understand nothing? How can Rick be dead when we still have his poems?"

LONG LIVE THE PEOPLE'S POET.

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