As an aspiring pop star in the sepia-tinged days before the World Wide Web, homemade goody bags were my calling card. These were A5 packets crafted on the sly at my office temp job, covered in photo booth headshots and filled with candy, plastic toys, and ta-dah: my cassette demo tape.
Surely jaded A&R bods would be charmed by my tricks and treats, captivated by my musical provocations, then sign me on the spot. But any whiff of rock stardom would have to wait several more decades until I got my break this year fronting the Iggy/Bowie/Sex Pistols/Blondie spin-off band Lust For Life on a UK tour, when I belatedly delivered on the promise of my shonky goody bag.
