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Today - March 5th, 1976

Eddie Howell "The Man From Manhattan" 7" single released

Freddie Mercury: producer/piano/bvs

Brian May: guitar

Excerpts from an interview

Jacky Gunn-Smith - Official International Queen Fan Club

Eddie Howell’s ‘Man From Manhattan‘ is one of the best known and best loved of all Queen’s collaborations.

Recorded in mid January 1976 at Sarm East Studios in London, the song was produced by Freddie Mercury, who also played piano and sang backing vocals on the track and featured Brian May on guitar. The record is so reminiscent of “A Night At The Opera” in both instrumentation and mood, that many fans regard it as virtually an “Opera” out-take. When it was launched as a single on Warner Bros records in 1976, it became a turntable hit in the UK and looked set to chart until music industry bureaucracy halted it in it’s tracks.

Birmingham born Eddie Howell began his professional career in the late 60’s, when Chrysalis music picked up on his songwriting demos and introduced him to an independent record producer, who in turn licensed his first single “Easy Street”, as a one-off deal to Parlophone in 1969.

Working as a songwriter throughout the early 70’s, Eddie’s next venture into recording came in 1975 when he signed to Warner Bros records as an artist. thursdaysHe released two singles, “Long Story” and “Can’t get over you”, and his debut LP “The Eddie Howell Gramophone Record”, which featured members of “Brand X” and guitarist Gary Moore.

The album was launched at a promotional gig at Thursday’s club in Kensington. Eddie’s band included Phil Collins on congas, Jack Lancaster on saxophone and Robin Lumley on keyboards. Explains Eddie, ”In the audience that night was Freddie Mercury who had been brought along to the gig by my manager David Minns. It was there that he first heard “Man From Manhattan”, which was a newly written song included in the set. After the gig we met and he was very complimentary about the song and offered to produce it. I remember we all went down to ‘The Elephant on the River’ to celebrate”.

Enthused by the prospect of his first foray into production, Freddie wasted little time in getting started. ”I gave him a two track guitar/vocal demo of the song” recalls Eddie, ”and a couple of days later he called and said let’s get going. Studio time was booked at Sarm East Studios and true to form, Freddie quickly took control of the sessions; ”He did lots of pre-production work on the song’s structure and the harmony arrangements”, reveals Ed. ” He had a mini cassette recorder loaded with ideas for the track, backing vocals and answering phrases”.

”We took a week to record the song”, remembers Eddie, ”which was a long time in those days, but because of Freddie’s involvement, Warners gave us a blank cheque. The sessions were quite intense, there was never a lull. Brian came in to play hismikestone2 guitar parts and the musical rapport between him and Freddie was plain to see, they were on the same page. One day, a hand-held spinning bell-cymbal in the key of ‘D’ was required by Freddie for one ping at the end of the track and the studio didn’t have one, so a runner was dispatched to scour the streets of London in search of one. The session was adjourned for half a day while we waited down at the Shazam Indian restaurant in Brick Lane for the bell to arrive. It eventually arrived and took about a minute to record, it must have been the most expensive ping ever recorded”.

On the final day of recording, a trio of Warner Bros top brass flew in from California and made a beeline for Sarm East studios to meet Freddie. Recalls Eddie, ”They probably thought the red carpet would be rolled out as they were paying for the recording sessions, but instead they were kept waiting in reception for about four hours. When they were eventually granted an audience, the charm offensive was full onlongstory3 and it was all smiles and bonhomie. At the end of the session, after the final playback, Freddie turned to me and said, ‘If this isn’t a hit, sue Warner Bros ‘ ”.

The finished article obviously had a heavy Queen influence with the presence of Freddie and Brian on the track, but ”Man from Manhattan” was far from a tribute to Queen. ”I wrote the song after my first trip to Manhattan in late 74”, reveals Eddie, ”I was reading ‘The Godfather Papers’ by Mario Puzo and the song was about those mafia characters who lead a double life. Musically, I had ‘Dead End Street’, by the Kinks in mind, complete with trombones and a walking double-bass”.

Prior to the ban, ”Manhattan” made top 50 in the UK, top 20 in Australia, Belgium and South Africa and top 5 in Holland, but sadly, as a consequence of the ban, it was never released in America or many of the world’s other major territories.

When it was issued as a single in 1976, Warner’s publicity department played up the Queen connection as much as they could, and “Manhattan” rapidly became a turntable hit in the UK. The record received heavy rotation on the airwaves – particularly in Europe where it became a big hit. Then, just when it looked set to climb the charts in the UK, the Musicians Union mysteriously discovered that Jerome Rimson, the American bassist hired by Freddie for the sessions, had been working in Britain without a permit. This obliged them to place a ban on any and all further UK media exposure due to his ‘Illegally’ recorded playing. A decision which effectively killed off the record.

Having recently regained the rights to his back catalogue recorded during his time with the label, Eddie is now releasing the tracks digitally. ”Man from Manhattan” is first up, more to follow…

(source: https://manfrommanhattan.wordpress.com/)

📸 Pic: Freddie Mercury and Eddie Howell in control room

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But I need to know if this is real.” “It is,” she said. “I believe this doesn't occur just once. I mean, I went to your place this morning and it still works now. Who knows how long this portal will last.” “You went to my room?” “Sorry. I was just curious of why my hand passed through the mirror.” “I stumbled and my head was about to hit the mirror, only to find out there was no mirror anymore,” he chuckled. “I still can't believe this is real. I mean, check this out,” she got up from the bed and stood in front of the mirror. “Fron afar, this is a well functioning mirror. It reflects me. It reflects you. There seems to be nothing *superstitious* about it. But if I try to touch it,” she let her fist swallowed by the mirror. “Look! My hand is gone!” “Yeah,” he mumbled. “It's amazing how it allows us to travel through space and time between USA and Iceland, back and forth. Would you like to take a look at my place?” She glared at him. “I have no ulterior motive, of course! I just thought you might want to see what Iceland looks like.” “Actually, I do.” She stepped into the messy bedroom with the wooden floor. The curtain was unveiled this time. It was night already, but the illumination from the buildings beyond lit up so brightly. “Wow,” she mumbled. “It's a big city.” “What did you expect?” “Well, when I hear the word Iceland, all I can think about is—” “Unpolluted sky, abundant of stars, auroras, and just full of nature in general? I thought so too. But you see, once you stay here, it's just the same as any other city. But yeah, with less pollution.” When she thought about it again, it was great — how she was transported into another part of the world, far away from home, within a single step. The guy seemed nice as well. Perhaps they could build an extraordinary friendship. “Alison,” she said. “Pardon?” “My name.” “Oh.” He held out a hand, “Theo.” “Theo. That's a nice name.” “I hope my personality is as nice as my name. My face, too, of course,” he said, which made her let out a laugh. “Well, Theo, it was nice to see a speck of Reykjavík. Anyway, you *obviously* can't go to my place without my permission, okay? I'll come by again later.” She looked at the clock, which showed that it was already 11:29 PM. “It's time for me to sleep anyway. I have a big day tomorrow.” “It's still half past seven in your place, though.” Timezone! She forgot it existed. “Oh. Well, I guess that means I'll have more time to sleep. Remember, *never* come to my place without my permission. I'll see you tomorrow… from Manhattan's timezone.” “Okay. Nice to know you, Lis.” “That's not how people call me.” “I love doing things in an unconventional way. Good night.” And so, she went to her bed. *Alright. That was really weird*, she thought. A quick trip to Iceland. Theo. She was still unable to grasp the reality of this. It was even weirder to think that Iceland — another country — and Theo were still there, behind the mirrors. While she was occupied with her thoughts, her eyelids slowly closed, sending her to slumber. *** Day after day went by. None of them came to each other's place since. For a moment, Alison couldn't believe that Theo really kept his promise not to come to her room. Her daily routines kept her mind away from the dream-like encounter. On the other side, she was also afraid that it would be a dream; that there wouldn't be no Reykjavík and Theo behind the mirrors. Until one day, a hand popped out from the mirror. “Theo?” she asked, but there was no answer. So she touched it and followed where it led. It was the same Theo and the same wooden floor. “Why didn't you answer me?” “What? I couldn't hear anything from here.” “Where are you taking me?” “Oh, sorry, are you busy at the moment?” “Not that I know of,” she murmured. But she still doubted whether she could trust this stranger or not. “I'll take you somewhere you might like.” They went out from Theo's apartment and headed west, away from the city; away from the light-dominated buildings. She had begun to worry, as there were less and less people. *Maybe I shouldn't have followed him at all,* she thought. Until, finally, they reached a vast open space of field. Ahead, where they were walking towards, looked like a small triangular object — a tent. Beside the tent, there was a portable dining set, completed with what looked like a pair of plates filled with a soup and a pair of cups filled with steaming liquid. And, more surprisingly, there was a telescope. “What's this all about?” Alison asked. “There's nothing better to do in Iceland is stargazing,” he answered happily. “With a homemade food.” Ignoring what Theo said, she looked at the sky. Even without using a telescope, the sky was already painted with myriad stars. It was probably the most beautiful night sky she had ever witnessed. Her reverie broke when her stomach growled. “Thank god I made some foods,” he chuckled. They began to eat in silence. The situation was too awkward to talk, but Alison thought it might sound rude if she didn't give any comment of the food. “This is tasty. A little too salty for me, but still good,” she said. “Thanks for the feedback,” he answered with a small smile. After they had finished the meal, Theo set up the telescope, while the night got darker and the once invisible stars now shone so bright like they were the only source of light. Having lived in a forest of buildings all her life, she never imagined there was a place on Earth with such magnificent beauty. “Great, isn't it?” Theo's question snapped her back to reality. “Yes,” she said, and she meant it. “It is” * * * That night, she spent the entire night with Theo. Although he was a bit occupied with himself with the telescope and Alison was content with seeing the stars with naked eyes, both of them had a good time. It was just like a fantasy. And when she stepped back to her world, it was like the fantasy had vanished into eternity. But she knew everything would still be there, behind the mirrors, hopefully never lost. She remembered something Theo said at the end of their night. “You'd love to hang out with me again, wouldn't you?” And she said yes. Because she thoroughly enjoyed Theo's company. He was nice, he was horribly funny, he was gentle, he was handsome. It didn't take a long time to know the English man had stolen her heart. Until, one day, she had a bad day at college. She threw her bag furiously at the mirror. It was a small crack — barely an inch — but since then, the mirror felt cold again. “No,” she murmured in frantic disbelief. “No!” She punched the mirror, wishing her hand would go through, but it didn't happen. It never happened, even until her fists bled. “No! Theo!” She wished her voice would reach him, but even after her throat went sore, he never heard of the voice miles, miles away from Manhattan. * * * It's been a month since Alison never heard from Theo again. Of course, the reason was merely because there was indeed no way to keep in touch. They never bothered to exchange numbers because they thought the mirrors would always connect them. Or they were too carried away by each other to consider the possibility of them being apart. She never touched the mirror again. When she looked at her reflection, all she saw was her own despair. She missed Theo badly. Sometimes she doubted her own memory — was it a dream? Was she going insane? Was she so desperate and alone that she created an imaginary boyfriend? But the stronger part of her believed Theo was out there. And when she got the chance, she would go to Reykjavíkz, find Theo, and tell him how sorry she was for breaking the portal and that he meant the world to her.