Things were going badly for Roderick.
A shy and awkward slightly
built teenager, he was in more than a
few dead end jobs, literally:
first preparing a burial place for
the dead; and later preparing the
dead for a burial. It would and could not last.
After that, he decided to
travel abroad, but that did not work
out either for he was deported
from Spain for being a bum and a
vagrant.
Back in England, he tried singing
with a rock and roll band but was
quickly dropped and became very
disillusioned. Now he found himself in
London on a cold January evening, drunk, and propped against the wall
of a subway station platform playing a harmonica. A very tall man, called
long John ( he was 6’ 7” in height) came to be passing by and liked what
he heard. They talked a bit, sang a bit, and promised they would meet
again and did. The tall man eventually became his manager.
That was in the year of 1964.
London on a cold January evening, drunk, and propped against the wall
of a subway station platform playing a harmonica. A very tall man, called
long John ( he was 6’ 7” in height) came to be passing by and liked what
he heard. They talked a bit, sang a bit, and promised they would meet
again and did. The tall man eventually became his manager.
That was in the year of 1964.
By 2013, Roderick had already sold
over 100 million records and had a
personal fortune of over £130 million
pounds. By then, everyone knew
him as Rod Stewart.
By Barry Clifford
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