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As beforesaid, the suspense was killing. Mickie didn’t say anything while he listened. His face was hard to read, and I held my breath for the entire three minutes Most listened to my cassette.
“Ah, this won’t sell,” he pronounced. I said I came to London to write songs and make records with a country music feel. “This Country music craze in London’s over, and your songs are too eclectic. I’m afraid they just aren’t up to snuff.”
Not a knife to my heart, exactly, but I wanted to blurt out, “Oh, but you’re wrong! You’re not hearing it right. And besides, I have the talent to work as a staff writer at RAK and help co-write more of your hits!” In that way, I wouldn’t mind being a musical “whore” at all, really.
And I should have mentioned working with Glenn Tillbrook of Squeeze. But I couldn’t think straight. I never can, on the spot. So I write. . .
Instead, I said to the big man, “Well, thank you for taking the time to listen. It’s good to meet you.”
“Well, darling, thanks much for coming over. Nice meeting you. Ta.”
Within the space of ten minutes, my meeting with the famous Mickie Most was done. Finished. Kaput. He handed my tape back to me, at least.
Calvin walked out of the great room back to the den with me. His face had a sorry look, but he didn’t say anything. Maybe he was feeling as crushed as I was. After all, it was HIS idea to come meet the old man and present my songs. He was kind to try to help me, so I don’t fault him one bit for the lack of foresight of his father.
Calvin wound up dating Kim Wilde, a very successful Mickie Most artist whose song, “Kids in America” was a huge worldwide hit in the early ‘80’s. He was also in a Brit “sophisti-pop” band in the mid ‘80’s who had a modicum of success as Johnny Hates Jazz.
In 2009, a story came out in the Daily Mail about Calvin, who’s not been doing too well of late. . . that link is above.
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