I was in Paris
I had moved there about 6 weeks earlier. At the time I was writing songs with/for a Swedish singer who was signed to Warners and living in Paris. Weâd been working with an English producer who was sleeping on the sofa at my place while we finished some demos and had some meetings.
We actively had no TV in our chic Marais apartment
That afternoon we had a big meeting with the head of Warners Publishing Europe and me & the producer were just packing up to head across town for our big meeting (the biggest of our young lives) when his mobile rang. It was his dad.
What I heard was half a phone call, something like this.
He was like
âDad, can we talk later, we have this big important meetingâŠ
âŠwhat?!.. what sort of plane?! âŠon fire ?!.. no, we donât have a TV, look, can I call you back in a couple of hours âŠmuffled squeal thing that I could hear from down the line âŠHOLY FUCKING SHITâ
This was the moment the 2nd plane hit. Then my mobile rang, it was Tony my mate from London. "m88888888, World War III is kicking off, turn on the telly.â
So, no TV. But we lived on the 5th floor of a narrow 17th century street and could see straight across into all the apartments opposite and I look out and every TV was on and it was George W at the Primary school delivering a hasty statement
Anyway, we had to go. Theyâd immediately ordered a no-fly over Paris and there was not a soul on the street as we made our way to the meeting
Of course the meeting was just an hour and a half of us watching CNN. The head of Warners publishing at the time was an Australian lady whose parents were diplomats to the US. She had her dad on the conference call while we watch the replayed footage of the towers collapsing over and over. Listened to 30seconds of one of our demos and she was. âLetâs reschedule this meeting for next week or the week after.â
Then went to meet my girlfriend from work. She was working at Chanel on Rue Chandon which is a short walk from Place de la Concorde and the US Embassy which is there at the end of the Champs ElysĂ©e. She had no clue about what had happened, it hadnât properly filtered through to Karl Lagerfeldâs studio there bless 'em, but we walked down to the Place de la Concorde to walk home through the Jardin de Tuileries and there were fucking tanks across the entrance to the Champs ElysĂ©es and a massive cordon around the US Embassy and jet fighters criss-crossing overhead
I think we (me, gf & producer) had a chill walk home and ate a rotisserie chicken
The follow up Warners meeting never happened & the Swedish singer ended up getting dropped from Warners. I also lost a very lucrative job doing a series of station idents for the Disney Channel (I think their offices were in WTC7)
I still have a bunch of French newspapers from the next day with their screaming WTC headlines and graphic âpicture specialsâ