Back in 1965 my band were recording the title music to a movie and our regular guitarist was having trouble playing the solo to the producer's liking. So a quick phone call was made and who showed up? Jimmy Page, who, at the time, was a regular session guy around London. He came in, did a couple of minutes of run-through, laid the track down and was gone.

Another guitarist, by the name of Eric Clapton, still owes me a beer, having bummed one off me one night when he was a bit short of cash at a gig. Great days!!


[This message has been edited by renig (edited 08-22-2007).]