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To whet your appetite for Stevie Van Zandt’s long-awaited memoir ‘Unrequited Infatuations’, due early next
week, The Stevie Files is delighted and proud to present ‘The Amazing Rock and Roll Odyssey of Steven Van Zandt’
by historian and archivist Mike Saunders. Based on a two-hour interview from 2017, this document is a definitive,
career-spanning retrospective, being serialised this week for the first time after gathering dust in the archives for
over three years.
“I’d been a fan of the artist formerly known as Miami Steve since I saw him playing with Bruce Springsteen and
the E Street Band in 1981’, says Mike. “I’d researched, chronicled and reported on his musical activities for
Badlands and Backstreets as an amateur freelance writer, but had never expected to interview him. However, due
to a lucky combination of circumstances and the timely intervention of a close friend, that’s what happened, on
15 November 2017, in Newcastle, England. This was no superficial chat about his new album with record
company people in the background either. It was just the two of us in a hotel bar, discussing his life and career in
depth for two hours.”
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I started writing about Bruce Springsteen, Southside Johnny and Little Steven in the mid-80s. One of the first
things I wrote about Steven was a review of his two appearances at the Town and Country Club in London in
1987, for my dear departed friend Holly Cara Price’s fanzine Voice of America. He subsequently put his solo career
on hold until late 2016, when he revived his Disciples of Soul concept and started making records again. I
reviewed his London show, the first with the new band, for Backstreets and received a complimentary tweet from
his wife Maureen.
In May 2017, Steven’s publicist Ken Weinstein sent me an advance copy of the Soulfire album, which I compared
to a sumptuous musical banquet, urging readers to consume it immediately for maximum enjoyment and
wellbeing. Ken later told me “Stevie loves the review,” adding “like really loves it”. Holly concurred. Soon
afterwards, I finished an interview with Disciples of Soul Music Director Marc Ribler and sent the final draft to him
for last-minute checks. He ran it past his boss, who replied “It’s good. Nice job.” He was obviously a man of few
words, all complimentary. My work had received the Van Zandt seal of approval three times in eight months. I felt
like a made man.
Feeling understandably confident, I casually asked Ken about my chances of talking to Steven and he said that a
phone interview could probably be arranged. But this might only have entailed a brief discussion about the
album and I had more ambitious ideas. I wanted a wide-ranging conversation that would remind long-term
followers about the range of Steven’s talents and the scale of his achievements, and educate new generations
that may be unfamiliar with his backstory. I was thinking big, aiming high and reaching up to touch the sky. Only a
lengthy face-to-face interview about his entire life and career would suffice. I mentioned it to Ken and he
promised to get back to me.
I heard nothing for several months and thought that my chance had slipped away, but I reckoned without Holly’s
persistence and determination. She’d worked with Steven in different capacities over the years and, knowing the
intended breadth and scope of the interview, she decided to make it happen, whatever it took. That’s just how
she rolled. I now had an important ally. In October, I emailed her a list of subjects that I hoped to discuss. She
showed it to Steven, who replied simply ‘yes.” He was a man of just one word this time, but it was definitely the
right one.
Holly informed me that the interview would take place during Steven’s UK tour in November, and put me in touch
with his personal assistant Paul, who would manage daily operations on the road, while Holly closely monitored
the situation from New York. She first told me the most likely location was Liverpool, where I might join Steven
and the band on a Beatles tour. This was fun in theory, but I had visions of following him around all day, and never
getting to sit quietly in a room with him, so I politely declined, hoping a more suitable scenario would present
itself. Soon after that, the opportunity to talk to Steven was brought forward by two days to Glasgow. His media
schedule was likely to change at a moment’s notice, so I just had to bide my time and await another invitation.
Nothing happened until Paul offered me the chance to meet Steven backstage an hour before showtime. Once
again, I turned it down, anticipating that it would be rushed or interrupted. This was a risky strategy, but I felt fully
justified in standing my ground, hoping that a better time and location would soon be found for the type of
discussion I had in mind.
The location then moved back to Liverpool, where I saw Little Steven and the band at the cavern Club and the O2
Academy as a guest, but heard nothing from Paul. Time was running out. The next day, I woke at my hotel with a
sore throat and a dawning realisation that, with only one more date on the UK tour, I may not meet Steven at all.
Suggesting to Holly that I could maybe talk to him when I was in New York after Christmas, I anticipated a day of
rest, booked an extra night, had a late breakfast and went back to bed. Minutes later, Holly asked if I could be in
Newcastle by 5pm. I could. Just. Apparently Steven had asked what happened to “the guy from Backstreets” last
night and wanted to talk to me at his hotel. Adrenaline began to pump and my sore throat disappeared. I booked
a ticket on my phone and walked up the street to Lime Street Station. Three hours later, I took a cab from
Newcastle Central Station to the Malmaison Hotel on the quayside and met Paul and tour manager Gary in
reception.
Paul took me straight upstairs to the empty bar and left me to set up. It was too late to stop now and there was
no time to panic. Minutes later, I heard footsteps coming towards me and a familiar figure, wearing a bandana,
trailing a long scarf, and dressed in what looked like his pyjamas, came into view. I stuck out my hand to shake his,
but he insisted on a fist bump. It resembled a failed attempt at rock/paper/scissors. Having obtained our drinks of
choice (water for me and an espresso martini for him) and made some small talk, we got down to the matter at
hand. In my imaginary best case scenario, Steven and I would talk, unaccompanied and interrupted, on a day off,
in a quiet room, for at least an hour. I knew it was a lot to ask, an impossible request perhaps, but in the end,
that’s exactly what happened, with a bonus hour thrown in. “He never does two hours!” said Holly when I told
her later.
It was of course a thrill to meet one of my musical heroes, but I had to suspend my excitement and disbelief, put
on my writer’s hat, and get serious. This was Steven Van Zandt after all, a man to be treated with respect and not
to be fucked with, like his Sopranos character Silvio Dante. I began by asking questions from a pre-prepared list,
but he soon picked up the ball and ran with it, while I occasionally steered him in the desired direction. It seemed
rude to interrupt Steven in full flow. He only diverted from his train of thought to ask for the background music to
be turned down and to (unsuccessfully) request some napkins. “I’m a paper products person,” he explained. Paul
came over a couple of times to check on us, but Steven proved happy to continue. He ordered a second drink
(which he didn’t touch) and delayed the next item on his busy agenda so I could obtain photographic evidence of
our meeting.
Later that night, I sank a few gin and tonics before plucking up the courage to check that I’d actually pressed the
record button on the portable voice recorder I’d bought from Amazon only the week before. Luckily, it had all
been captured in pristine quality, including my huge sigh of relief after Steven and I had parted company. I briefly
met him again after his Newcastle concert the following night and thanked him once more for giving his time so
generously. It was a real privilege to have spent so long with the man who’d lived that extraordinary life. It took a
week of late nights to transcribe our 18,000-word interview before the editing process could begin. This involved
taking apart a conversation that regularly flowed back and forth in time and piecing it back together in
chronological order. At one point, needing clarification, I sent some questions to Steven via Holly and he was kind
enough to respond quickly.
Work was interrupted by the need to write a European tour report for Backstreets, and then by my two-week trip
at Christmas and New Year to catch Bruce at the Walter Kerr Theatre on Broadway and Little Steven and
Southside Johnny and their respective bands at the Count Basie Theatre in Red Bank, a week apart. I also got to
spend some quality time with Holly at her upper west side apartment, in a local restaurant and down in
Greenwich Village. Back home, editing was further delayed by a throat infection that laid me low for about a
week, but it all fell together very quickly after that. Instead of presenting the interview as a basic question-and-
answer scenario, I decide to write a historical feature about Steven’s life and career, and weave interview quotes
into the narrative. It worked perfectly. Near the end, I decided to compare Steven’s life and career to a 20-track
double vinyl album of Motown and Chess hits, and correspondingly divided the completed text into four sides,
with five tracks (or chapter headings) per side.
By late February 2018 I had a first final draft, a title (The Amazing Rock and Roll Odyssey of Steven Van Zandt) and
a detailed intro and outro. I emailed it to Holly and she passed it to Steven. I didn’t need his permission to publish
it (and he hadn’t objected to anything on the day – “I don’t have any secrets!”), but as a matter of courtesy, I
wanted him to see what I’d done with our conversation and have the opportunity to correct any factual errors or
misquotes. Ultimately, he was happy with everything, only asking to make three small changes, to clarify certain
points. It may be a coincidence that the subtitle of Steven’s upcoming autobiography includes the word
“Odyssey”, but I like to think that my own title inspired him to use it (I was also the first to use the phrase “Macca
To Mecca” in 2017).
The original plan was for the interview to appear on the Backstreets website, but they deemed it too important to
be bumped down by rolling news within a day or two (and far too long to scroll through onscreen), so they chose
to run it as the centrepiece of a final print issue of the long-dormant Backstreets magazine. I remain confident
that this is still a viable proposition, but three years have passed with no discernible forward movement. The only
advantage of this long delay was that it allowed me to tweak, amend, tinker with and generally improve the text
even more.
I’m proud of my work on this project and if it’s to reach an audience before Steven’s book is published, it’s now or
never baby! I see it as the perfect accompaniment to ‘Unrequited Infatuations’, setting the scene in advance, and
I’ve chosen to exclusively serialise it in The Stevie Files. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did creating it.
If you’d like to provide feedback or ask questions, please e-mail Mike at: druidsinspace@gmail.com