Rick Wakeman: the conversations that leave Rick Close To The Edge!
Don't bother Rick while he's travelling... unless you know your prog!
It happens a lot and it’s a bloody nightmare. That dreaded moment when you’re trapped in a conversation, especially if you’re on a train and there’s no way you can’t get off – you simply have to endure an hour or so of sheer hell.
Sarcasm doesn’t seem to work for these thick-skinned people. Let me give you an example, drawn from many such experiences. I’m on the train. It’s an hour-and-a-half journey to London. I’m sitting quietly, trying to finish off some ideas I have for a new album. Then it happens.
I see her out of the corner of my eye. A woman in her late-40s is heading my way. She sits down in the seat opposite me.
“I hope you don’t mind my sitting down here and talking to you but this is an opportunity I really couldn’t miss.”
I reply politely: “Well, to be honest, I’m trying to finish off some important notes and have to get them done before we get to London.”
She ignores me and simply steps into action. “My son is in a band.”
(Oh shit. Please God, turn her into a mute.)
“He has his own band and they play all your stuff just as well as you, if not better.”