Smorgasbord Posts from Your Archives – #PotLuck – The Auditions: Part One – Snore Poison So I’ll Know It by Jane Risdon

Welcome to the  Posts from Your Archives, where bloggers put their trust in me. In this series, I dive into a blogger’s archives and select four posts to share here to my audience.

If you would like to know how it works here is the original post: https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2019/04/28/smorgasbord-posts-from-your-archives-newseries-pot-luck-and-do-you-trust-me/

This is the second post from author Jane Risdon, and last week she took us on a ‘Jolly’ to Hardwick Hall to meet its extraordinary owner Bess Hardwick who after Queen Elizabeth I was one of the most powerful women in England of that age.

For those of you who would like to read part two of Hardwick Hall as well… here is the link: Hardwick Hall Part Two.

This week you get to rock ‘n’ roll with Jane who enjoyed a successful career in the music industry… and accompany her to an audition in Hollywood… you will need nerves as steel….the music business is not for sissies…

The Auditions: Part One – Snore Poison So I’ll Know It by Jane Risdon

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Back in 1989 two musicians were invited to audition for a super group in Los Angeles, whose lead singer was known all over the world for his shocking live shows. Originally he requested a lead guitarist managed by the same team as well, but the guitarist had other ideas; he wanted to be a star in his own right, not part of a touring band supporting a super-star.

All this was very frustrating given the amount of hard work his management had put into getting them all noticed and considered – competition was global for this incredible opportunity and only the best were to be auditioned – not to mention the management’s financial outlay on their behalf. Typically, he kept his thoughts to himself until zero hour when Visa’s had been arranged and paid for, air-tickets had been purchased, hotels rooms booked, not to mention a whole new wardrobe. But let’s not dwell upon all that.

So he dropped out and they took the drummer and the bass player as originally planned.

Having learned every song ever released by the super-star over a very long career, the musicians were ready be put through their paces. It was hard work preparing but they were enthusiastic and excited at the prospect of world domination, tons of dosh and more women than they could imagine, so they gritted their teeth, checked their image constantly and took on the persona befitting soon to be super-stars.

One of the musicians, the bass player, had never been to America before and his head was obviously swimming with excitement and the awesomeness of it all. He wanted to drink it all in and experience everything and, believe it guys, when he got there he did his best to drink as much as he could at every watering hole he could find.

The drummer, an old hand at being in Hollywood, spent most of his time warning his fellow musician about the gun crime – snipers on every roof Downtown apparently – and the hookers on every street corner whom he seemed to befriend whenever he could. That’s as far as it ever went his managers were sure. The drummer was a very sensitive creature and was concerned for their welfare – seriously he was.

He was really more interested in visiting every clothing store he knew rock stars frequented, purchasing the latest fashions and showing off his own ‘British’ rock look which apparently had everyone thrilled and excited to behold. His management noticed the looks and overheard the comments. He, on the other hand, only saw and heard what he wanted to.

The bass player enjoyed being the object of curiosity around the hotel pool. He really looked the part of the cool British Rock Star. No end of bikini-clad ‘resting’ actresses asked him more than once if he was ‘anyone famous.’ He decided to keep them guessing. The management lips were sealed.

These sexy young hopefuls spent their day lounging beside the pool, make-up expertly applied and their very expensive boobs spilling from their designer tops, reading scripts or talking loudly about their next movie, television series or audition or where was the best place to see and be seen. The drummer could’ve given them the low-down.

They ventured into the water now and again, complete with all their jewellery on show, heads bobbing as they gently swam, desperately trying to keep their Beverly Hills hair creations above the waterline, all the time watching the comings and goings around the pool, mindful of those who might be ‘someone.’

The afternoon before ‘the’ audition it was suggested the musicians relax by the hotel pool, chilling with the would-be starlets posing hopefully, desperate to ‘connect’ with a movie director, famous rock star or rich husband whoever he might turn out to be.

The musicians were warned about ‘fortune hunters.’

But they were men of the world; they’d been there, done that and were wearing the tee shirts to prove it.

They’d rehearsed themselves silly and needed to chill and prepare themselves mentally for the task ahead. The pool was safer than letting them loose on the town and the bars.

Previous experience of them relaxing and fighting off a hooker’s irate pimp outside their suite wasn’t something the management planned on repeating the night before the auditions. Time is money after-all, even if a potential ‘client’ only wants to ask the girls what led them to the life they were leading…seriously.

Their management managed to blag time earlier in the day on a fabulous drum-kit and an expensive bass guitar in The Guitar Center, where anyone who’s anyone goes to tinker and show off to an audience of everyone else, tinkering and showing off their musical skills. It’s one of those places. Besides, the musicians were sizing up new gear which they’d be purchasing once they were part of the super-star singer’s touring band.

Back to the pool.

 (c) Jane Risdon 2014

Out to impress, the Dublin born bass player decided to take a dip in the pool. He climbed the diving board in his sexiest swimming shorts and posed for the girls, before diving head first into the pool…at the shallow end.

Besides knocking himself out, he managed to break his nose and blacken both his eyes. Not quite the image needed to impress the super-star singer. The dark shades would be needed all right, and not for the usual posing.

Backing vocals – if required – might prove challenging.

Murder crossed his manager’s minds, but they were in America. Visions of electric chairs soon put paid to such thoughts – for now.

A trip to the local pharmacy managed to patch him up with wadding up his nose and plasters across it. He refused a trip to hospital – he was Irish after all, and could deal with the pain, so he insisted. Topped up with pain killers he returned to the rooms he shared with the drummer, insisting he wanted to have an early night. The drummer had his usual string of international phone calls to make; he had a harem waiting back in England, hanging on his every move and waiting to know the latest from Hollywood.

Instead of going to bed early, the draw of Hollywood night-life proved too much, and the Irish bassist decided to pay a visit to a well-known Irish pub, The Cat and Fiddle, to drown his sorrows even though he’d been banned from going out at night without telling his managers… he crept out, so they couldn’t say no.

The drummer, once his calls were made, decided upon an early night and was apparently fast asleep when the bass player returned worse for wear in the early hours. They shared a room in the same corridor as the management who thought they could keep a watchful eye on them both. Right.

Their managers were woken in the night by what they first thought was an earthquake. But it soon became clear it was the bass player’s loud snoring, his broken nose and alcohol obviously being the cause. He’d delighted everyone with his nocturnal rumblings before. No doubt everyone else on the floor could hear him as well.

Suddenly there was a loud crash and yelling.

Their managers dashed into their room to find the drummer smacking six bells out of the drummer with the telephone, screaming at the top of his voice, ‘If you’ve got to snore, snore ‘Poison,’ so I’ll remember it in the morning.’

He had to be dragged screaming and kicking from the room. The bass player sat up, looked around the room briefly, and fell back asleep. Soon he was snoring as loudly as ever.

All photos (c) Jane Risdon All Rights Reserved 2014

 I would have paid good money to have been a specatator to these shenanigans… thanks to Jane for sharing the pain and the glory…

Books by Jane Risdon

Two women, one love story.

June 1968. Renza falls head over heels for heartthrob guitarist Scott. But after a romantic summer together they are torn apart when Renza’s family moves away.

December 1968. On the night she believes to be her last, Stella meets Scott at a local dance. He’s the most beautiful boy she’s ever seen and if this one night is all they have, she’ll take it.

As the final colourful year of the sixties dawns, the question is: can there be only one woman for Scott?

One of the recent reviews for the book

Colm Herron 5.0 out of 5 stars Two stunning authors 5 February 2019

The Sixties are still a bit of a blur for me. That means I was there. And I have a lot of broken hearts to prove it – all mine. I was shot down so many times in those ten or so years that it’s a wonder I’m still here. All of which means I know something of the problems and the heartache that Only One Woman’s main protagonists Renza and Stella went through. But it wasn’t Scott I was after. Definitely not, believe me. It was Patricia and Hazel and Marie and Ann and Sybil and Melanie and …. I can’t go on.

The two girls in Only One Woman tell of their crush on Scott in a way that can only mean that the authors of this wonderfully nostalgic and loving look at the Sixties were rapt witnesses to those amazing years. The people, the songs, the music, the styles – and most of all the attitudes. In one sense it didn’t matter too much to me which of these two girls ended up with Scott because far more important than that was the way that these two authors got right into the hearts of the lovestruck Renza and Stella.

Ah, the authors. First, Christina Jones. Apart from a scintillating career in writing which began when she was a mere child, she has done so many odd-jobs – as well as odd jobs – that her life experience cannot be doubted. (Possibly the only work she didn’t do was captaining a North Sea oil rig, although I’m open to correction on that). And her co-author in this labour of love they have written is the incomparable Jane Risdon. Jane has been closely involved in so many fascinating experiences that she needs a separate wardrobe for all the T-shirts she has to vouch for it. Rock, Thrash Metal, Pop, R&B, Chinese Opera as well as movies, television and radio worldwide. And now writing, which amazingly she only got into five years ago. Stunning. Both stunning people.

 Read the reviews and buy the book: https://www.amazon.com/Only-One-Woman-Christina-Jones-ebook/dp/B075D88JBP

and Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Only-One-Woman-Christina-Jones-ebook/dp/B075D88JBP

Read more reviews and follow Jane on Goodreads:https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5831801.Jane_Risdon

And just available this week with a new book on the shelves promotion on Tuesday.

Under one cover for the first time a collection of Crime Shorts from Jane Risdon featuring previously unpublished stories which will have you on the edge of your seat. There is an extract from Jane’s forthcoming novel (series) Ms Birdsong Investigates Murder at Ampney Parva: Operation Matryoshka – with the title of Undercover – for those who’ve been awaiting this series about a former MI5 Intelligence Office, Lavinia Birdsong. There’s something for everyone who enjoys a good yarn and more twists and turns than Spaghetti Junction. Author and former detective Roger A Price says: Undercover: Crime Shorts is the ideal companion for the crime fiction fan’s daily commute. You’ll run out of journey before you run out of book with this cleverly crafted mix of crime fiction short stories. Beware as you might miss your stop! Reader Gloria Clulow says:

Head over and buy the collection: https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B07RFRVL4

And Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07RFRVL4P

About Jane Risdon

Jane Risdon began writing five years ago having had a successful career in the International Music Industry which has taken her all over the world working with everything from Rock, Thrash Metal, and R&B/Pop to Chinese Opera. Her work has taken her to North America, Europe, and Singapore: even to Taiwan.

She’s been involved in Television, Radio, and the Movies around the world.

Travelling extensively and living overseas she draws upon her life experiences when writing Crime/Mystery novels, short stories in all genres – including humour, and she has dabbled in flash fiction.

Some of these experiences have found their way into her short stories about the Music Business, and she is presently working on a novel which will bring a lot of her more crazy ‘rock ‘n roll’ experiences into one tome.

Her main focus remains crime however, and she is working on a series of novels called ‘Ms Birdsong Investigates’ centered around a glamorous ex MI5 Officer forced into early retirement, who is trying to keep a low profile in a rural village in Oxfordshire. Her past experiences come to the fore when she finds herself investigating murder. Soon she finds herself back on old territory with Russian Mafia, Ukrainian People Traffickers and an old flame to deal with.

Connect to Jane Risdon

Blog:  https://janerisdon.wordpress.com/ 
Facebook: http://wp.me/2dg55 http://www.facebook.com/JaneRisdon2 
Accent Press: http://www.accentpress.co.uk/jane-risdon
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Jane_Risdon

Thanks again to Jane for sharing her archives.. please tune in next week for another adventure…Thanks Sally

 

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  3. Loved your passage, Jane. I’m a huge fan of everything you write. By the way, I used to know the owners of The Cat and the Fiddle–a couple of successful voice contractors well known on the ad agency side of the business. In fact, the wife was one of a legendary group of sisters who sang a lot on Lawrence Welk’s old show. She fell in love with my then year-old son, and will never admit it, but tried to kidnap him. I also suspect that you and I might have run into each other once or twice, getting our tresses done at Umberto’s. HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

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      • LOL Patty so funny. Ask Jeff. Yes there is/was an Irish pub where many of our artists used to ‘hang out’ (I will say no more) and I used to get carded every time (age ID) when they didn’t. Yep we must have met at Umberto’s – everyone who was anyone frequented the salon – I’ve sat and had my hair done next to Cher, Lionel Richie and others – I must have seen you Jeff. Rose did my hair. Kerry used to do hubby’s until he – Kerry – died and them Rose did his. Rose has been doing our hair since the Bel Age days.

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      • I so admire persons who have traveled and experienced so many neat things.

        It’s why I love blogs so much. They enable me to visit even though I cannot physically go there.

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      • I would love to be the traveler, expense and discomfort or no.

        Maybe not all the time but there are places I hope to see before I croak.

        I won’t say impossible because one never knows, but I will say improbable. My finances are gonna have to really grow before that could happen.

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      • Patty are you fixed now? I still see your Avatar and that is all. Let me know and also let me know where and when you want some stuff from me. Sorry but with hospital and so on I have forgotten what we agreed or not…I may be going nuts instead and imagined it all. Hope Campbell is feeling better. I am lost without my Facebook pages, hard to keep track of things. xx

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      • Problem appears to only be with this post. My blog is working fine. We cannot find anything wrong with it. I think it is simply because this post was shared from my phone, do a sharing function that is not updated. Everything else is working fine. You simply need to go to the homepage on the blog, and if it is still not showing for you Unfollow and re-follow.

        Get Outlook for iOS

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      • OK I saw the Avatar on this thread so you may be right, it could be just here. Yes flipping phone Patty, I just spent all afternoon trying to go to the post Debby Gies put up for me…I could see it on my phone but not the computer. turned out to be the Ad blocker I had installed with the new hard drive a while back. Talk about pain in the neck. I shall do as you say, to check for you. I am all over the show. Hope all is good with you. xx

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      • Oh crap. I hate that sort of thing.

        Until I can spend some time where there’s an actual wireless connection I cannot do anything about the app on my phone. Cannot update anything on the data.

        Pain in the tail for sure. Wireless would be such a treat.

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      • What comes up next to your name here on the comments Patty is wordpresscom3599.wordpress.com and not your new blog anywhere, so when people click to go to your website they get the message that it no longer exists.. this happens when you have not ticked the Campbellsworld.wordpress.com as the primary blog.. and if it could unclicked during the lastest update.. that might be it.. I am sure that Claire will sort if out..hugsxx

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      • I wish I could help but I have spent the last 5 days fighting to get online and changing passwords constantly and now I am locked out of posting, liking, sharing or commenting on FB until 20th May, apart from on my own page!

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      • Hi Jane.

        I’m not sure what the trouble is.

        I just shared another post from Sally there, the book on the shelves featuring your book. See if you can see that.

        I’ve messaged Claire Plaisted who helps me with my blog, but if you could message her and tell her exactly what you’re doing when you see this message of my blog being gone it would be helpful because I can still see it.

        This could be because of my computer memory though and not the actual blog being visible.

        Frustrating to have gremlins so early in the day.

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      • Sally, you hit the nail on the head.

        I did have a blog before this one and we destroyed it because I did such a horrid job setting it up.

        I wonder if it is somehow rearing its ugly head.

        OK.

        Back to this post. I went to sleep thinking about it and a book I was reading, which is a spy craft type book, and I mixed the two things together and what a dream.

        Could be a book all by itself. LOL.

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    • LOL Patty so funny. Ask Jeff. Yes there is/was an Irish pub where many of our artists used to ‘hang out’ (I will say no more) and I used to get carded every time (age ID) when they didn’t. Yep we must have met at Umberto’s – everyone who was anyone frequented the salon – I’ve sat and had my hair done next to Cher, Lionel Richie and others – I must have seen you Jeff. Rose did my hair. Kerry used to do hubby’s until he – Kerry – died and them Rose did his. Rose has been doing our hair since the Bel Age days.

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