As told to Paul Little.
In 1995, I was turning 30 and I'd spent 1994 wondering what I was doing and where I was going. I'd been working for Russell McVeagh as a copyright lawyer for a couple of years and knew that was too corporate for me, so went to a smaller firm, Keegan Alexander. I was doing more court work there but it was still not really what I wanted to do. And I had also just come out of a long-term relationship, so it seemed definitely the right time to figure out what I ought to be doing.
I'd been spending a lot of time at bFM, hanging out with a lot of musicians. I did the legal advice thing, and I joined the board. Then I started acting for musicians, negotiating their contracts without even really knowing what I was doing.
At the beginning of 95, I went a bit feral. I was still at Keegan Alexander but I started abandoning corporate work and acting for more musicians. I stopped wearing a tie. My hair got longer. Then I stopped wearing a suit and turned up at work wearing jeans that were more holes than jean. I took the corporate art off the walls and replaced it with gig posters.
Logically I should have been thinking about going off and doing it on my own, but I didn't have the gumption. However, after a few months of me acting like this, the senior partner, Michael Friedlander, who I have a lot of respect for, called me into his office and didn't fire me, but suggested it might be time I did my own thing. I left there with a carload of paper clips, pencils and other stationery and moved to a loft on K Rd, above what was then a bakery and is now a sex shop. I opened my own practice and it was tremendously freeing.