“The best gigs Traffic ever played were to absolutely nobody at all, apart from a few cows and sheep and the odd mate.”
Steve Winwood is sitting in a room at the Covent Garden Hotel sipping decaf, eating biscuits and reminiscing about that most English of albums, Traffic’s 1967 debut Mr. Fantasy – the one that started the trend for ‘getting it together in the country’, man. As a statement in the music press, announcing the band’s formation explained: “We’re past the blowing stage and ready to work.” Far out.
