Brow-beaten and broken-down, Clark Paterson sat on a cold steel
bench shaking his head under the ‘Deportation’ sign of London’s Heathrow Airport early one Thursday-morning-gone-wrong. Guitar strumming along
in hand… this wasn’t how he envisioned his first British-gig going. Without the ‘right’ music visa, he found himself awaiting the next flightback across the Atlantic, courtesy of The Queen.
“I came to Europe to play some good music and share a lil’ piece of my ‘American Dream,” he said. “All I got back, was handed my walkin’ papers and shoved on home.”