1993 ~ 1994
Then It Got Worse…
And this time I did see it coming, and that’s what broke me.
There is a reason that I lost the plot, and wasn't on the ball enough to take advantage of the many opportunities that presented themselves to me in the years to follow.
Simple things like asking for a photo of me and Michael Jackson or calling U2 back, and why basically, the whole resurrection of The Jamma was so delayed...
This revival should have happened way earlier and I feel guilty about that.
This is how it got worse.
Mike, my dear friend, role model and a gentie, kind Irish man, was a producer at Abbey Road Studios. I met Mike way back in 1983 when we won the rock competition, and he ended up as my unintentional role model for a ‘decent male creative person’. But Mike passed away on 23rd June 1993.
The thing is, I knew it was going to happen. I had a very clear premonition of him being a ghost - I call them 'wisdoms' - when I met Mike for a beer in the bar at Abbey Road Studios in June 1993. We used to meet there often. I told my partner at the time about my premonition, and was acused of being a 'drama queen'.
Mike was dead 10 days later. It broke my heart, and it completely, utterly broke me. The wisdom thing fucked my head up and terrified me. I still have them today, and they still happen as I see them, some wonderful, some dreadful. The only 'good' thing to come out of my knowing Mike would pass was that I wrote him a letter that he read in hospital. I just explained how much I cared for him and how important he is in my life.
Some of my wisdoms are unbearable, you can't tell anyone that something is going to happen to them ot thier loved one... It's a truely hollow lonely place. See Jamma Legends for the Mike Jarrett story.