Jagger regularly petitioned Pye to release more Bo Diddley records

 

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A different form of nightlife, a different form of life – Soho. Our first port of call was the Scene Club, behind Piccadilly, just off Windmill Street in Ham Yard. The Scene was a loud, smoky haven for the disenfranchised working class, soul was the soundtrack till dawn’s harrowing light. Having grown up in the relatively rough district of Edmonton, Peter was attuned and passed for one of this crowd, while I stayed close to the edge watching the kids speeding on pills and good music, posing more than dancing, jaws frantically chewing the night away. Mod monsters, bound and bonded by sound and dread of the job on Monday. We’d move over to the Flamingo on Wardour Street. On Saturday the Flamingo was the only Soho venue serving drinks and playing music all night. An exotic mélange of Soho sex and underground sorts crashed in late after disposing of earlier engagements. The Flamingo was extremely seedy, hot and sweaty. I remember the Mar-keys playing down there and a very risqué show by Sugar Pie De Santo. Basically they were all jazzers who played R’n’B. Blue Note was big, which was why the Stones and the Yardbirds didn’t fit in, because they weren’t jazzers, they hated jazz. Andrew came up with the Stones and to us that was white R’n’B, which nobody was into at all.