The Rolling Stones: Highbury Fields Forever
by David Soulsby, author of the novel "Somewhere in the
When I was growing up in north London during the Fifties, my
friends and I would spend many hours in Highbury Fields, an oasis of grass, tall trees and tranquillity flanked
by a mixture of impressive Georgian, Victorian and Edwardian dwellings. It was the ideal escape from the hustle
and bustle of the nearby area. Many of us lived in drab-fronted houses and blocks of flats that had survived the
German bombs that had hurled down in the Second World War. Our homes were unscathed but there were large areas
of rough, open ground dotted around where once there were houses, shops and factories. These were the bombsites
that blighted the landscape. We played on them, usually war games and cowboys and Indians. Although by the early
Sixties things had improved economically in Britain and the landscape was changing, some of these sites were
still around for a few more years, stark reminders of the devastation of war.
To the south of the Fields there was a playground boasting
swings, rocking horses, a slide and a carousel, everything adventurous youngsters could want. Adjacent was an
open-air swimming pool, where if you got there before eight in the morning you could get in for free. We took
regular advantage of this, queuing eagerly with our swimming costumes and towels under our arms, impatient for
the turnstiles to open so we could dash in and be the first to take the plunge. Even in winter we were there at
the entrance, determined to make a splash in the chilly, unheated water.
At the other end of the Fields were clay tennis courts and
soccer pitches. We didn’t use the tennis courts until we were well in our teens, but the soccer area more than
made up for that. Kicking a ball around was just the thing for boisterous boys. At weekends and during school
holidays we often spent hours pretending to be our favourite soccer idol. It certainly kept us out of mischief:
the only drawback to this was we scuffed endless pairs of shoes, much to the annoyance of our
Another attraction for us was spotting who lived in the Fields’
‘posh’ houses. We were fascinated by the comings and goings, creating make-believe personalities and lives for
the occupants. Our vivid imaginations must have elevated hundreds of people to rich-or-famous status! Although
we didn’t know it at the time, many celebrated people had indeed lived in or visited the Fields over the
Which brings me neatly to a day late in October 1962 when, much
older and wiser (17 to be precise!), I was sitting on a bench with two friends looking across to one of the
splendid houses in Highbury Place just across from the swimming pool when five young guys arrived at the house
waiting to go in. We did a double take and then realised that we’d seen them only a few weeks earlier at The
Marquee club in London’s West End, where in July that year they’d performed their first gig. They were the band
we’d seen on stage, going by the name The Rollin’ Stones (the g was added a few months later).
The man greeting them was a familiar figure to us. We knew him
by sight, spotting him many times coming and going from the property, but we didn’t know who he was. We
discovered who he was some time later when, at an early-1963 gig by the Stones at legendary jazzman Ken Colyer’s
Studio 51 off of London’s famous Leicester Square, we mentioned to Brain Jones that we’d spotted them in the
Fields and wondered what had been going on. The mystery figure turned out to be one Curly Clayton.
We learned that Clayton, whose real name was Harvey Omerod, ran
a sound recording studio in the basement of the building. He was also a gifted jazz guitarist and was well
respected in the music business. The Stones were there that day to make a demo with the aim of getting a record
label deal. It didn’t happen straightaway but eventually Decca signed them up … a cover version of Chuck Berry’s
Come On was released in the summer of 1963, followed later by their version of Lennon and McCartney’s I
Wanna Be Your Man. After that, it was the fast lane to fame and fortune for the group..
After finding out who he was, whenever we saw Curly Clayton
walking around the Highbury Fields area, we were always reminded that he had played a part in the Stones’ saga.
We never get up the courage to stop and talk to him, alas, which was sur[rising as we weren’t normally backward
at coming forward. I can still see him now in my mind, dark, curly hair, glasses, smartly dressed, always
wearing a tie. He died in 2009 at the grand old age of 90.
Throughout 1963, my friends and I were regulars at Studio 51,
when The Stones did some Friday night gigs along with their regular Sunday afternoon residency. My friends and I
became big fans of the group but we never at that time thought they’d turn out to be so massive. Their
longevity, huge sell-out worldwide concerts and the money they’ve generated has without doubt earned them the
title of the greatest rock ‘n’ roll band ever, but for me it’s those early learning-their-trade gigs at places
like Studio 51 and The Marquee that stick fondly in the memory.
Studio 51 was also home to many other great acts, the Yardbirds,
the Downliners Sect and John Mayall and the Bluesbreakers among them. Another group I recall seeing there were
Jimmy Powell and the Five Dimensions. They featured a young singer who went on to become one the greats… Rod
Stewart. He was a skinny guy blowing away on a mouth organ and doing backing singing.
Quite a few American bluesmen over on tour played at the venue
and some even popped in from other nearby clubs where they were performing to catch a glimpse of the groups
playing there. I particularly remember seeing Jimmy Reed and John Lee Hooker mingling in the crowd.
It wasn’t a very big venue, you could get up close to the stage
and chat with the acts during the interval, and there was ample room to dance, although jumping in the air,
which we invariably did, was not always advisable as the nearer you were to the low arched cellar ceiling the
more liable you were to end up with a sore head! Sadly, the venue eventually closed and the last time I
passed-by, the club was no longer there … the cellar steps were gone and paved over at street level and the
building above was a bank branch. How the mighty have fallen! It was at Studio 51 that I first heard about
President Kennedy’s assassination.
Curly Clayton’s studio moved from the Highbury Place site many,
many years ago, but the stylish house is still there in all its glory. Someone once said to me that there should
be a plaque outside saying that the Stones first recorded there. Not a bad idea!
David Soulsby lives in Romford, Essex, England, and is now retired after 46 years as a journalist. During his
career, he worked on local and national newspapers and magazines, and in the Sixties met many of his musical
heroes, including Johnny Cash, Bob Dylan, Roy Orbison, Sonny Boy Williamson, James Brown and Mel
Torme. He’s now freelancing as a writer and proof-reader, working from home. He’s the author of
Somewhere In The Distance, a novel about four friends growing up in the