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[[Stewart Copeland]] visits [[New Orders]] and then drives to St. John's Wood to deliver records. [[The Police]] rehearse - maybe at [[Sting]]'s place, maybe at [[Manno's]]. | [[Stewart Copeland]] visits [[New Orders]] and then drives to St. John's Wood to deliver records. [[The Police]] rehearse - maybe at [[Sting]]'s place, maybe at [[Manno's]]. | ||
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| + | At around 3:00 am in the morning, which obviously is now June 8th, to keep the timeline in order, there was a loud knocking at the door which woke us up. I went to answer the door, and before I opened it, I noticed a telegram on the floor that someone must have slid under the door while we were sleeping. I picked up the telegram, put it in my pocket and answered the door. | ||
| + | It was a Police officer, a “Bobby”! | ||
| + | He asked me in a very polite manner if a Jose Esquibel lived here. I said who?, But no. I had no idea who he was talking about! He asked me again, “Are you sure a Jose Esquibel doesn’t live here?” And I said no again. But the thing was, he pronounced Jose( the Spanish would sound like Hoe-Zay), like (Joe-Zay), so I was baffled and he said Ok, thank you, and he left. | ||
| + | So you get a clear picture, he entered through the entry door of the building, than walked down a small hallway to our front door flat. We lived on the first floor. | ||
| + | I then went into the front room and peered out the window, to see him still standing outside. He left a few seconds later and than it hit me- | ||
| + | Joe-Zay Esquibel is Zecca’s birth given name! I only knew him as Zecca! | ||
| + | I did know his real name, but the way the Bobby pronounced it, the late hour, the dessert, and now the telegram, I was thrown for a loop and he’d already gone before it all hit me and he disappeared into the night! | ||
| + | After all that, I read the telegram and it was from Mario who was in NY, telling us to pay £400 back rent! He was kind enough to let us be late, but it was time to pay up! I told Cherry what happened, she said we’d deal with it in the morning, and we went back to sleep. | ||
| + | When I woke up, I felt a terrible pain in the left side of my chest. It was like a really bad “gas” pain if you know what I mean. | ||
| + | I know I’m going on forever, so as to try and shorten the story, it took four hours for me to get to a hospital. We went to a private doctor who had no idea what it was, so he recommended a hospital in walking distance, which rejected me because they didn’t think I was “sick enough”, than to another hospital where a very kind older doctor said to the nurse, “get this man into a bed, it’s a matter of life and death!” | ||
| + | You could imagine how I felt when I heard that! This all happened mind you, walking around London for 4 hours before I was admitted! | ||
| + | So to return to the Joe-Zay story, turns out he was on the boat the night of the 7th, for the Sex Pistols party on the Thames, and was one of I think 11 people who got arrested! | ||
| + | Turns out, somehow Zecca got in touch with Andrew, our dinner guest who was head of A&R at RCA UK, because Cherry knew him from the Bowie days, and we were hoping to get a record deal with RCA. | ||
| + | So, Zecca was released from jail, I was in the hospital for I believe it was 13 days, Cherry eventually signed with RCA, and paid the rent! There is a lot more to it, but enough that I think you’ll get it. | ||
=See also= | =See also= | ||
| − | + | * [[1977-06-11]] | |
=External links= | =External links= | ||
Revision as of 13:56, 29 May 2023
| The Police rehearse in London | |
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| Date: | 1977-06-08 |
| Location: | London, England, UK |
| Attendees: | The Police |
Stewart Copeland visits New Orders and then drives to St. John's Wood to deliver records. The Police rehearse - maybe at Sting's place, maybe at Manno's.
At around 3:00 am in the morning, which obviously is now June 8th, to keep the timeline in order, there was a loud knocking at the door which woke us up. I went to answer the door, and before I opened it, I noticed a telegram on the floor that someone must have slid under the door while we were sleeping. I picked up the telegram, put it in my pocket and answered the door. It was a Police officer, a “Bobby”! He asked me in a very polite manner if a Jose Esquibel lived here. I said who?, But no. I had no idea who he was talking about! He asked me again, “Are you sure a Jose Esquibel doesn’t live here?” And I said no again. But the thing was, he pronounced Jose( the Spanish would sound like Hoe-Zay), like (Joe-Zay), so I was baffled and he said Ok, thank you, and he left. So you get a clear picture, he entered through the entry door of the building, than walked down a small hallway to our front door flat. We lived on the first floor. I then went into the front room and peered out the window, to see him still standing outside. He left a few seconds later and than it hit me- Joe-Zay Esquibel is Zecca’s birth given name! I only knew him as Zecca! I did know his real name, but the way the Bobby pronounced it, the late hour, the dessert, and now the telegram, I was thrown for a loop and he’d already gone before it all hit me and he disappeared into the night! After all that, I read the telegram and it was from Mario who was in NY, telling us to pay £400 back rent! He was kind enough to let us be late, but it was time to pay up! I told Cherry what happened, she said we’d deal with it in the morning, and we went back to sleep. When I woke up, I felt a terrible pain in the left side of my chest. It was like a really bad “gas” pain if you know what I mean. I know I’m going on forever, so as to try and shorten the story, it took four hours for me to get to a hospital. We went to a private doctor who had no idea what it was, so he recommended a hospital in walking distance, which rejected me because they didn’t think I was “sick enough”, than to another hospital where a very kind older doctor said to the nurse, “get this man into a bed, it’s a matter of life and death!” You could imagine how I felt when I heard that! This all happened mind you, walking around London for 4 hours before I was admitted! So to return to the Joe-Zay story, turns out he was on the boat the night of the 7th, for the Sex Pistols party on the Thames, and was one of I think 11 people who got arrested! Turns out, somehow Zecca got in touch with Andrew, our dinner guest who was head of A&R at RCA UK, because Cherry knew him from the Bowie days, and we were hoping to get a record deal with RCA. So, Zecca was released from jail, I was in the hospital for I believe it was 13 days, Cherry eventually signed with RCA, and paid the rent! There is a lot more to it, but enough that I think you’ll get it.
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sources: Stewart Copeland's diary
