More Funky Paul Stories 
                                                                                       When I moved to London from the Haight-Ashbury at the very end of 1969, I had a huge front room with high ceilings on the first floor (2nd floor to north Americans) of a communal house with artistic friends at 307 Portobello 
Road, a well-known street-traders lane in Notting Hill Gate on Fridays and 
Saturdays. Notting Hill Gate was the r&r enter of London, with Island records and huge studio converted from a church only two blocks away. The building next door housed Friendz magazine, a hip little giveaway, and half the musos I knew lived in the area (including Jimi Hendrix's girlfriend's flat where he died), while the other half lived in north London (like Ginger, Eric, and Jack). The BBC's top rock DJ, Pete Drummond, lived there...it was a happening place and a great area to live in at that time.

She'll kill me, but I can't remember when I first met Andrea, Robin's 
charming and endlessly thoughtful wife...but I'm sure Andrea will 
remember...she's good at things like that. It could have been in the late 
60's in San Francisco, but I have a feeling it was at their house in 
Rayleigh, Essex (I've just called them and left a message on the answering machine, so I know Andrea will call me back with the info----and a slap on the wrist, no doubt!).

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Here are some Trower excerpts from my memoir, "The Loop":

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   Robin Trower moved from England to exclusive Malibu Colony in a house complete  with pool and tennis court where Andrea, Robin's non-plussable wife, was truly  non-plussed one morning to find Cary Grant's maid on the phone asking if his  daughter could use their tennis court. I think Andrea managed to croak, "Of  course she can!" Cary would bring her over in the next few days, if that was  O.K.  Andrea madly dashed about the house stuffing Robin's twenty-five guitars  in closets, picking up leads and effects pedals and making sure the children  were clean, the kitchen spotless, and topped up her reserves of every kind of  English tea she could lay her hands on at the Market Basket just outside the Colony. Her house was going to be ready for Cary whenever he could come over. 
 I saw her the next day and she was still in a daze. "Paul! Guess what?" Robin  cocked a smile at me as Andrea enthused, "CARY GRANT is coming over ANY TIME!  He could arrive NOW!"  The atmosphere in the house was so electric that Robin could have played electric guitar without plugging in.......that is if he could  find one. 
 Alas, Cary never did turn up because Dyan Cannon had made it very clear that 
 if he showed up in the Colony she would slap a writ on him, or something, so  in the end it became too sticky for him to make an appearance.