Ian Hunter – Los Angeles 2001
I love this book and have read it several times. It’s got a lovely, early 70’s British and laddish naivety to it. In 2001 I went with my girlfriend to The Troubadour in LA to see Nico Case. The show was quiet and we were standing by the bar, when in walked Ian Hunter, looking every inch like himself – big hair, big glasses, black jacket. He leans on the bar next to me and I remember that DOARRS is in my girlfriend’s car. She pops out to get it, and next minute we’re chatting away with one of the legends of the Golden Age of Rock n Roll.