I spent weeks before we left on our first trip to America in a state of perpetual excitement. This time I felt very calm and urbane about the whole thing, until the moment on the drive from JFK airport when Manhattan loomed over the horizon and I thought: 'Yes! Lots of fun to be had here, if previous experience is anything to go by.'
The first gig is a private party for People magazine in a place called the Webster Hall, formerly the old Ritz Club. The cover story of the latest issue was about the best parties of the year, so this was modestly billed as the party of the year. You probably know the sort of thing - 150 caterers providing 12 different types of cuisine, endless themed drinks and a lot of people who looked like they'd taken most of the day to get ready.
Although we were jet-lagged and knackered, when we played the adrenalin kicked in and all was right in our pop combo. Any musician who says that what they do is hard has either lost contact with the real world or is a liar. After the show Chris and I chatted and had our pictures taken with various folks before going back to the dressing room to see Nikki, an old friend from south London who's been here for 15 years and runs Tea & Sympathy, an English tea shop that caters to a mixture of locals and ex-pats in search of comfort food. One of the latter, a Wall Street chap who'd made lots of dosh and was now skedaddling back to Blighty, was having a farewell party at a place that Sean assured me does the best margheritas in town. We could all go along. They said we had a couple of hours until our bus was due to leave on a lovely nine-hour overnighter to Vermont. I was polite but firm in my refusal. Nevertheless, within half an hour, we are guzzling margheritas surrounded by a load of bankers.
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