what? twice in one day?

Ah me, this is not the romanticised memory I have of Mark Hollis, yet somehow I can recall ex-Talk Talk drummer Lee Harris's interview quips "We've had to pull people off/away from Mark" and "I loved performing but not the crap that went on backstage" and it does gibe with Mark's confession of the need for gin before going onstage.

http://www.the-company.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=56&t=2882

I really liked the first Talk Talk albums and we both moved from EMI to have bad experiences at Polydor in the 90's.

I met him a couple of times but not for long enough to gather an opinion about him.
I did have a run in with the band at an after show party in a Munich hotel around 86. There was a lot of drink involved and they had been really abusive to a female EMI exec who was a good friend of ours.
They had also had a run in with INXS who were on the same indoor festival bill.Talk Talk were on first and after show had got paralytic and trashed their dressing room.
I think it was Mark who had thrown a glass of gin in Michael Hutchence's face in the backstage area and the Aussies wanted to kick off with them as well that night.
We decided to join forces and take them on.

At the aftershow there was a stand off between Talk Talk, their security and INXS and the Marillos.
Lots of shouting and threatening, handbags at dawn and all that. Good old fashioned schoolboy stuff! :D It was defused by their security who put them all to bed.
We phoned their rooms throughout the night like the drunk children we were.
They were terrified :D

I don't count that as a real indicator of what they were like as people.
We all have our moments ;)

I guess being abusive is one way to insist upon yer privacy...
Seriously, though, past the boorishness and bad behaviour road tours seem to bring out, when I listen to Spirit of Eden and Laughing Stock my soul does cartwheels, and my spiritual "tell" or "spark", chills travelling up the shin over the knee to the thigh, lets me know that reaching beyond the aural wonder is akin to attempting to tickle God under the chin.