People had simply never heard music that would let them rip like that

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He stayed with Giorgio and Enid, and one day they came home and heard this terrible noise. It was Sonny Boy plucking a live chicken in the bath. Another time, Sonny Boy turned up for a gig at the Marquee, and he'd bought himself a bastardized version of a Savile Row suit in grey and black two-tone. He'd also bought a bowler hat and umbrella. I think he thought that with this disguise he would fit into English society - he'd obviously never fitted into American society. He also bought an imitation crocodile briefcase, in which would be nothing except harmonicas and a bottle of whisky, an idea which Keith copied. His harmonica playing didn't influence Keith that much, just the briefcase and Scotch. He would always call us his "boys", and after a particularly good night would even shed a tear. If we played in London we'd meet in the Ship in Wardour Street, and after a while this sixteen-year-old Irish girl started to appear with Sonny Boy. Sonny Boy had this thing about prostitutes; whether she was actually servicing him I doubt, as he was probably beyond active service as we know it; I think she just helped to promote his star image. No wonder he broke down and wept when his visa ran out.