From Moroccan prisons to Sufism to Don Juan and heavy doses of Nepalese Oil, Graham Simpson was the one that got away. The self-described ‘young-upstart’ who even now, almost 40 years on, is still longed for by Roxy Music fans globally, who cite his ‘melodic bass lines’ as ‘being a key ingredient to what made the early Roxy Music sound so ‘intriguing’. A style so ‘lyrical’ it simply evaded being boxed in traditional musical methods - experimental - just like the man who played them. A man who re-invented the box then left it disregarded in a corner somewhere, watching it burn, who was ‘so high that he’s never yet been able to handle the environment on earth.’ Just as his notes rose to Shangrila, so did Simpson, who, taking advantage of ‘The migration of a flock of wild birds’, went through more passport after passport, traveling continents in search of ‘The Truth’. Sometimes only to find himself being rescued by the Swedish Embassy from Marrakesh jails or just simply boarding a plane with £15,000 cash in his top shirt pocket and jetting off to the next port of call in search of the Gurus and Masters who so took his imagination… A man who despite leaving Roxy Music in 1972 and who has been missing ever since… is still described as ‘the best bassist Roxy ever had’. And who to this day has still not been replaced by Ferry. Myths and Legends have followed this man, a modern Lord Lucan who has left the world somewhat quiet as to the whereabouts of the elusive musical genius. And now, in 2010, with Roxy Music hitting the festival circuit to mark their 40th Anniversary in a full on explosion back on the international stage, we visit the man who didn’t leave the public ‘because of stage fright’ who does sometimes call it ‘Poxy Music’, always likes a bit of Frank Zappa and who leaves more of a legacy from one seminal album than of a bassist with a career spanning fifty. There’s only one place for a man like this. Ladbroke Grove, London.