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But Orbit wrote back explaining that the crooked head of the cane reflected, to his mind, disability, whereas a Gandalf-style staff would suggest strength: the Japanese fan, a craftsman, is making him one of those. In that country, he explains, this was seen as a gesture of respect. His bicep does not work – he demonstrates, lifting right arm with left, as though animating the hand of a puppet.Ī few months back a walking stick arrived in the post for Orbit from Japan, a gift from a fan. His silver forelock gives him a certain boyishness but his right arm is frozen from an injury caused by carrying a heavy shopping bag. Orbit stands in socks in the headquarters of Dolby Sound, in Soho, purveyors of agonisingly loud cinema. You know, sometimes, there are looks you never forget? I still remember the look of triumph on her face.” The dynamic between megastars and superproducers is mysterious, but it is surprising to hear that Madonna would go to such lengths to avoid her own getting into a strop. “Musicians have this skilful, passive-aggressive way of asserting themselves,” he says. In his absence, an engineer had got into “Gang Bang” and changed his beats. They saw the sunset from a traffic island in the middle of Fifth Avenue, but when they returned to the studio Orbit discovered the trip had been a ruse. Madonna tarried near the theatres of Broadway, hiding behind tourists with her hood up, and singing show-tunes. They could not see the sun through the water tanks of the Manhattan skyline, so they climbed down and headed east instead. The ladders to the studio roof were rusty and vertical: as her small feet scaled them, he became convinced she was going to slip and die on his watch. Orbit understood this to be an instruction from one of her many gurus. As evening drew in Madonna announced that she had been advised to see a sunset, because she was taking a flight the next day. The studio near Times Square was tucked away behind a soup kitchen.
It was summer 2011 in New York and Madonna and William Orbit were hard at work on a song called “Gang Bang”.
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