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an accountant who had originally put up his family home as security with the bank to get the company going. He seemed, and was, genuinely pleased for us all. We could all hardly contain our excitement. What an amazing turn up for the books. What a way to end the week, a Friday lunchtime just a few days before Christmas.I have to say that all of our efforts were well and truly deserved. We had worked our butts off and had produced some great results. Some of the product have over time become highly valued collector items and even to this day fetch astronomical prices on the internet.On the Monday we all turned up for work as usual only to find that the offices were closed. To make matters worse the owner partner, who wasn't the accountant, had mysteriously disappeared. In very little time it became abundantly clear that we had all been set up as patsies. All the money from the bank had been withdrawn and the account closed.Over the following days of searching high and low for the runaway proved to be futile. We had been well and truly had by a scoundrel. The wonderful Christmas gift was shared responsibility for the missing money and debts to the tune of more or less the same amount as the money that had been effectively stolen. The dream was well and truly dead in the water.In time we all got other jobs and moved on. The liquidators accepted our story, and we were let off the hook for the missing money and the massive debts. The owner partner accountant, a childhood friend of the scoundrel, went to hell and back as the bank were threatening to put him and his wife and children out on the streets. I think he winged it from what I heard, though he did pass away prematurely from cancer. He deserved better, a lot better.Well, the years passed and neither sight nor sound was ever heard of the scoundrel and his wife. How little did we know that he had abandoned ship to follow the success of the group of young lads who made it big. They were contracted to a big label and the scoundrel tried to hang on to their coat tails. It was all to no avail, they ditched him from what I heard.Eventually with the era of the internet I came across this low life quite by chance. He was, and still is I believe, try

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ing to bathe in the past glories of the label we all had high hopes for. His version of events bear no resemblance to the truth of what happened, and still he pedals it as it were written in stone.He claims that he wound up the label with the advent of cassette tapes and CD's. He says "I just decided to spread my wings." I am calling him out on this bullshit story. It was nothing to do at all with tapes or CD's, it was all about his raw ambition and unsatitated greed, period.What this player conveniently ignores is the fact that all of us lived long enough to tell the true story. What's more, what really happened is common knowledge on the local music scene. So it is all a bit of a waste of time him pedalling this crap.Even more grating is the fact that he has for some years been going out coaching young hopefuls and lecturing them about what charlatans there are in the music business. Brass neck doesn't even come close. To wrap up a con like that as a Christmas gift is nothing short of disgraceful and scandalous. To try to sell a totally fabricated story of the truth is quite frankly well and truly disgusting. To try to make a career out of that fabrication is beyond the pale.As for the young group of kids who made it all the way to the top, I do believe that they knew none of what had happened. Their time at the top of the pops was short lived, in part due to accusations of chart rigging on the part of their management. It was never proven, but the slur was more than enough to mark the end of their career just as it got going. Having said that they did for a short while make it big in Australia, Japan and Germany.As for me, I went on to develop an excellent career as a singer song writer performing artist. I never hit the top as those young lads had, but I earned a decent enough living from it.A couple of years or so ago I got a message on a certain social platform from the scoundrel saying he would like to be friends. Needless to say I simply ignored it. The man is well and truly delusional if he thinks for one moment I will have forgiven and forgotten what a stroke he pulled, even if it was over forty five years ago. Oh well, you live and learn.To AR</article></body>

It's Tough At The Top Of The Pops

The Salacious Story Of One Johnny Rainbow and How He Got Busted

Photograph by Florencia Viadana on Unsplash

Way back in the seventies I was young and ambitious and wanting to get going in the music industry. To this end I joined a start-up independent record label as a sales rep-cum tea lad. I did just about everything, from glueing record album sleeves together- handling the sharp edged sleeves used to rip my fingers to shreds-to driving all the way to the pressing plant in London to collect boxes of new albums. One weekend one of the partner owners even got me to wallpaper his parents' living room.

After over a year of hard work for very little pay I and a small group of colleagues, numbering no more than four, were duly rewarded for all of our efforts. It has to be said, we were in pretty good shape. We had some great deals behind us and the future looked even more rosey when we discovered a young group of teenagers who showed a lot of promise in terms of going all the way to the top. And indeed they did.But not before what happened next.

It was coming up to Christmas and the owner partner invited us all to a well known pub across the road. We were all told that there would be no Christmas cash bonus and neither was the company prepared to even pay for our Christmas lunch. Something even better was gifted to us.

The owner partner gave each of us a manilla envelope and were gleefully told to open them. Inside each was a share certificate show that all of our efforts were being rewarded with a part share of the company. Awesome.

The company had a tranch of money in the bank, enough to buy a dozen houses at that time, plus we had great ongoing business and the group of kids who were going to make it big time. I have to tell you I was so so excited that all of our hard work had paid off with such generous recompense. I was just twenty years old, the youngest in the company, and I owned one sixth of a flourishing record label going places.

Also present was the other partner, an accountant who had originally put up his family home as security with the bank to get the company going. He seemed, and was, genuinely pleased for us all. We could all hardly contain our excitement. What an amazing turn up for the books. What a way to end the week, a Friday lunchtime just a few days before Christmas.

I have to say that all of our efforts were well and truly deserved. We had worked our butts off and had produced some great results. Some of the product have over time become highly valued collector items and even to this day fetch astronomical prices on the internet.

On the Monday we all turned up for work as usual only to find that the offices were closed. To make matters worse the owner partner, who wasn't the accountant, had mysteriously disappeared. In very little time it became abundantly clear that we had all been set up as patsies. All the money from the bank had been withdrawn and the account closed.

Over the following days of searching high and low for the runaway proved to be futile. We had been well and truly had by a scoundrel. The wonderful Christmas gift was shared responsibility for the missing money and debts to the tune of more or less the same amount as the money that had been effectively stolen. The dream was well and truly dead in the water.

In time we all got other jobs and moved on. The liquidators accepted our story, and we were let off the hook for the missing money and the massive debts. The owner partner accountant, a childhood friend of the scoundrel, went to hell and back as the bank were threatening to put him and his wife and children out on the streets. I think he winged it from what I heard, though he did pass away prematurely from cancer. He deserved better, a lot better.

Well, the years passed and neither sight nor sound was ever heard of the scoundrel and his wife. How little did we know that he had abandoned ship to follow the success of the group of young lads who made it big. They were contracted to a big label and the scoundrel tried to hang on to their coat tails. It was all to no avail, they ditched him from what I heard.

Eventually with the era of the internet I came across this low life quite by chance. He was, and still is I believe, trying to bathe in the past glories of the label we all had high hopes for. His version of events bear no resemblance to the truth of what happened, and still he pedals it as it were written in stone.

He claims that he wound up the label with the advent of cassette tapes and CD's. He says "I just decided to spread my wings." I am calling him out on this bullshit story. It was nothing to do at all with tapes or CD's, it was all about his raw ambition and unsatitated greed, period.

What this player conveniently ignores is the fact that all of us lived long enough to tell the true story. What's more, what really happened is common knowledge on the local music scene. So it is all a bit of a waste of time him pedalling this crap.

Even more grating is the fact that he has for some years been going out coaching young hopefuls and lecturing them about what charlatans there are in the music business. Brass neck doesn't even come close. To wrap up a con like that as a Christmas gift is nothing short of disgraceful and scandalous. To try to sell a totally fabricated story of the truth is quite frankly well and truly disgusting. To try to make a career out of that fabrication is beyond the pale.

As for the young group of kids who made it all the way to the top, I do believe that they knew none of what had happened. Their time at the top of the pops was short lived, in part due to accusations of chart rigging on the part of their management. It was never proven, but the slur was more than enough to mark the end of their career just as it got going. Having said that they did for a short while make it big in Australia, Japan and Germany.

As for me, I went on to develop an excellent career as a singer song writer performing artist. I never hit the top as those young lads had, but I earned a decent enough living from it.

A couple of years or so ago I got a message on a certain social platform from the scoundrel saying he would like to be friends. Needless to say I simply ignored it. The man is well and truly delusional if he thinks for one moment I will have forgiven and forgotten what a stroke he pulled, even if it was over forty five years ago. Oh well, you live and learn.

To AR