All they had to do was put my name on a marquee and watch the money roll in.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I went to work. That was a turning point. When you have to do eight shows a week and your name is on the marquee, no matter what is going on at home or what's on the cover of the newspapers, you've got to do your job.
We did a gig at the Marquee and we were supposed to be paid five pounds but we never got it, and it cost us something like 10 pounds in petrol to get there to do it. So what we did was steal some equipment from The Marquee.
I could have just received royalty checks every month by lending my name to a collection, but I didn't want to do that. My name is a reflection of me.
When your name is on the marquee, you either get the glory or you get the hits.
I once stood in the middle of New York city watching my name go round the electronic zipper sign in Times Square and I felt pretty thrilled, but not quite as thrilled as I felt when I saw my name in the 'Examiner' for the first time.
They made a shrewd guess that I could give them some useful information, and they were the first to meet me. Some one said they came to arrest me, and - well, let it go at that.
I used to get my money at the end of the week, buy my mum something, or buy a record, and that was it.
I certainly wanted my name in lights. I wanted my name on a marquee. I wanted recognition on Broadway.
I told them I wouldn't sign a blank cheque.
I've never thought of my name at the top of the marquee in any particular terms other than, you know, slight bewilderment.