All Is by My Side Page #3

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I'll check the diary,

but they'll be free at some point-

Chas.

Chas, hi. I'm, um-I'm Linda Keith.

I'm, uh, Keith Richard's girlfriend.

- Oh! Hi.

- Hi.

- Keith's lass.

- Yeah.

- How are you doing?

- Fine. You?

I'm really good.

I think it's pretty much it for me

after this tour.

Gone anyway. We've, uh, lost Alan.

What, temporarily?

No. He's uh-He's got a fear of ying.

Honestly?

Now you're gonna do

the new record for us?

Yeah.

- And it's called?

- The House of the Rising Sun.

Right. Here we go then with-

No, it's-it's done.

I can see the writing's on the wall.

And that manager ripped us off

something shameful to boot.

Well, can't you sue him?

Spending money to make money to-

it's money I'll never see.

No, it's-I'd rather manage

a couple of acts of me own.

Treat them proper,

start stacking up the bills.

How about you? You still modeling?

Occasionally, yeah.

Much to my father's consternation.

Good little British girls don't model.

I'm not really sure

what we're supposed to do...

but apparently modeling...

and shacking up with the Rolling Stones...

aren't among the options.

Aye, well, things come.

You know, they always do.

Or so I've been told.

Are you serious about giving up performing

in order to manage?

Because I may have something for you.

Do you think you might try

putting something else into it?

'Cause you're

going up on stage for a reason.

I don't know. Maybe.

Do you think you're gonna sing?

I think you'd have a lot more to offer

if you were to sing.

My voice is-Oh, it's terrible.

But so's Dylan's.

And he's doing all right, isn't he?

Chas really, really likes the blues.

So if you had the mind to,

you could play something-

Bluesy? Yeah, I'll play-However you want me

to play, I'll play it. Yeah.

Do I sound like your mother?

I wouldn't know.

Your thing, Jimmy.

Your way.

He's quite a quiet son'.

So if he doesn't say much to you

afterwards, I wouldn't take it personally.

- It's not' really in his nature.

- Sure.

He thinks he can't-

Well, he doesn't like to-

He doesn't like to sing.

And he thinks that he has

this sort of dodgy-

dodgy voice.

But I don't think

it sounds funny at all, so-

- I fancy another. Do you want another?

- Um, absolutely.

Yeah.

Wanna welcome everybody to the Cafe Wha.

A real good show for you. A very good show.

Your starter this afternoon...

Mr. Jimmy James and the Blue Flames.

All right.

F***.

So you don't play in any

of the R & B clubs in Harlem?

No, man. Those cats are

way too strict up there.

They don't dig cats

stretching the blues out up there.

- I don't know what's going on with them.

- Well, f*** them.

Yeah, f*** them. You know, I like him.

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