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Hugh Cornwell. A Multitude of Sins: Golden Brown, The Stranglers and Strange Little Girls
Contents
Foreword
Prelude
CHAPTER ONE Leave me alone
BACK TO THE HOTEL ROOM
CHAPTER TWO Rock ‘n’ Roll Part 1
CUT TO: LUND, SOUTHERN SWEDEN, 1972
CHAPTER THREE Let me tell you about Sweden
CUE KAI HANSSON. SUMMER, 1973
CHAPTER FOUR Rock ‘n’ Roll Part 2
CUT TO: THE LYCEUM, THE STRAND, LONDON
CUT TO: CBS RECORDS, SOHO SQUARE, LONDON
CUT TO: UA RECORDS, MORTIMER STREET, LONDON
CUT TO: THE NASHVILLE, WEST KENSINGTON
CUT TO: BRONDESBURY, NORTH LONDON
CUT TO: GUILDFORD, SURREY
CUT TO: BRIGHTON, EAST SUSSEX
CUT BACK TO: UA RECORDS, MORTIMER STREET
CUT TO: BRISTOL
CUT TO: DUBLIN, IRELAND
CUT BACK TO: LONDON
CHAPTER FIVE Sex
CUT TO: GUILDFORD HIGH STREET
CUT TO: BOSTON, MARCH, 1978
CHAPTER SIX Drugs
CUT TO: SOMEWHERE IN CANADA, EARLY ‘80s
CHAPTER SEVEN Inside information
CHAPTER EIGHT Making It
CUT TO: MOTEL ROOM, LOS ANGELES, JUNE, 1978
CUT TO: GOLDEN LION PUB, FULHAM HIGH STREET, 1976
CHAPTER NINE USA
CUT TO: NEW YORK, 1981
CUT TO: LOUISIANA, AUTUMN 2003
FIVE DAYS LATER
SIX DAYS LATER
THREE MONTHS LATER
FOUR DAYS LATER
CHAPTER TEN Celebrity ‘DON’T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?’
CUT TO: HALF MOON, PUTNEY
CUT TO: BERLIN, 1986
CUT TO: PARIS, 1987
CHAPTER ELEVEN Rest of the World. CUT TO: HOLLAND, 1977
CUT TO: ITALY, 1979
CUT TO: BELGIUM, 1985
CHAPTER TWELVE Heroes
CHAPTER THIRTEEN The Other Three
CUT TO: JET’S HOUSE
CHAPTER FOURTEEN Standing Room Only
CUT TO: LONDON, JULY, 1973
CHAPTER FIFTEEN Creativity, Cricket & Cadiz
Hugh Cornwell career flow sheet
Discography. THE STRANGLERS – SINGLES
THE STRANGLERS – STUDIO & LIVE ALBUMS
HUGH CORNWELL – ALBUMS
HUGH CORNWELL – SINGLES
Index
Acknowledgements
About the Author
PICTURE CREDITS
Copyright
About the Publisher
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Hugh Cornwell
A Multitude of Sins
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By the time I left William Ellis, I was an efficient rhythm guitarist, but I didn’t start to earn money from playing until I had reached Bristol University. During the first summer vacation I started looking for a flat and became friends with Boris Nicholson, a Russian drama student who’d actually dropped out but was looking to stay on in Bristol for a while. He was an experienced international busker and, as well as finding a flat, we also played music together. We were lucky to find a deserted first-floor flat in the middle of Clifton, which belonged to the owner of an Indian restaurant. It was in a prime location, being opposite a girls’ hall of residence.
We persuaded him to rent it to us under the proviso that we renovated it. We moved in and set about making the place habitable. The front room had a tall ceiling and lovely proportions, but it had a million cracks in the ceiling. We filled them all in and restored three beautiful sets of shutters. I even persuaded the landlord to split the very large front room into two, and then proceeded to rent out the smaller of the newly partitioned rooms. We threw a few good parties at that flat. We would drive out to Somerset to buy a plastic flagon of rough cider to get everyone pissed. It cost about £8 for thirty pints and was never finished. At one of these parties, I got bored and went out for half an hour for a stroll. When I returned I didn’t have a key with me, so I knocked on the door of the flat, which was opened by a complete stranger who then asked me who’d invited me. I was eventually admitted and the stranger apologized to me. He had gate-crashed, but I was pleased that he’d taken it upon himself to man the door responsibly.
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