Laid back doesn’t start to describe Hammond Gamble. In 1980, a guest of Hammond and wife Sue in Auckland, I attended a Street Talk performance at Mainstreet. Backstage, Hammond pulled me aside and asked me to take home his guitar, the familiar black Strat propped in the corner; he had to sneak away. It turned out that the rather comely young lady who had inveigled her way into the band’s dressing room had her sights firmly set on the bandleader. Uncomfortable with her attention but too polite to risk offence, he chose a discreet exit.
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