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In 1985, I was working as an intern in Redan Recorders, a recording studio in London. One of the clients who came in for a two-day session was Keith Emerson. This session was different from all the others while I was at the studio: 1) No-one except the recording engineer, Mr. Emerson and his producer were allowed in to the control room at any time; 2) When I arrived at work at 9.00am each day, I was asked to head straight to a local liquor store, wait till they open and to buy a bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label and a bottle of Johnny Walker Red Label. During the session, the engineer - who was normally a very jolly man and who joked a lot - would come out everynow and again. He didn't look jolly. He would silently make some tea for himself. David Kirkdorffer