From: denisesharpe15@yahoo.com   
      
   In order for me to tell the story, I have to go way back and tell everything   
   and how it all began.    
      
   In April of 1971, My sister, my friend and I went to England for two weeks to   
   visit friends, do some shopping, visit nightclubs and go site-seeing. Most   
   importantly for me though, was to meet the British musician whose life I was   
   meant to be a part of. I    
   loved music all my life, I loved England and it felt like my soul belonged   
   there. Music was never better than early British Rock.. I was 19 years old in   
   '71 and it was the perfect time to be experiencing the new, most wonderful,   
   most magical music ever    
   created by the now Legendary Rock bands.   
      
   I wasn't really born until I heard the British music of the late 60's and   
   early 70's. My spirit had been in a dark place emotionally for a few years   
   prior.. But this music awakened the life in my soul and I was finally free to   
   enter a new music world of    
   color and magic and become the person I was meant tot be.   
   The shopping was awesome, The US dollar went really far then. When I packed my   
   suitcase, I put it inside a larger one, so I could fill the larger one with   
   clothes I bought. First I bought a long black double breasted fitted spring   
   coat, so I wouldn't    
   look like an American while shopping. I bought pink suede boots and   
   jacket...had some custom made snakeskin boots made by the Greek bootmakers in   
   Camden Town and a beautiful reddish brown crepe pantsuit from Biba's in   
   Kensington High Street that tied in    
   back into a large bow. A velveteen crimson shorts and long sleeve jacket suit.   
   My favorite was a beautiful patchwork snakeskin shoulder bag that I purchased   
   from a stall inside a building, I believe it was on Portobello Road.   
   We stayed at my girlfriends flat on Tremlett Grove in North London. Our first   
   day there, she was looking out the window and pointed to a guy getting out of   
   a car and said "that's David Knights the ex bass player from Procol Harum. He   
   was friends with the    
   family who owned the house, and some of the family lived upstairs. He had left   
   the group in 69, but he played on the first 3 Procol Harum albums. All I know   
   about it is that he didn't like talking about it. (He was in a band called   
   Ruby in '74. He wrote,    
   sang and played guitar on several songs and they can be heard on YouTube. He   
   remained inactive in the music business after that) If he ever sees this, I   
   hope he doesn't mind me talking about him, but it wouldn't be right not to   
   include him here and the    
   pic of us. At a party later in the week, we talked and he was very kind to me.   
   But I could feel someone else was calling to me from the music world.   
      
   The clubs we went to were The Speakeasy, The Round House and the Marquee Club   
   which was on Wardour Street in the Soho region of London. Good places to meet   
   musicians. At the Marquee club is where something starts to happen. I was   
   sitting in the bar area    
   on the bench across from the bar and I heard someone say in an excited voice   
   "Carl Palmer is here". I didn't know who he was, but thought he must be a   
   musician, so I went looking for him in the other room where a band was   
   playing. It didn't make any    
   sense looking for someone I didn't know, but I did it. I thought if it was   
   meant to be, he'd see me and just walk right up to me and say hello. Maybe I   
   was curious because I liked the sound of his name because I loved caramel. I   
   looked around the room    
   and stood around a bit, but nothing happened.    
      
   On the morning we were getting ready to leave, packing the van and taking   
   pictures, a girlfriend from the Detroit area who we had met from the Grande   
   Ballroom, came over to visit my girlfriend who lived at the flat.. She came   
   over to invite us to a party    
   with Led Zeppelin. I thought to myself "I don't want to go home now", but we   
   left and went back to Detroit.    
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