Rock star Phil Lynott was recording his second solo album in a studio in London's Soho and, as usual, the control room was overflowing with hangers-on.
Lynott made a show of conducting a headcount - 12 people. Gazing at the expectant entourage, he carefully prepared 12 lines of cocaine. And then he snorted them all himself.
"He sat next to me and clenched the edge of the desk," says the producer, Kit Woolven. "His hands went pure white, he was holding the desk so tightly."
The gesture was both a rebuke to the freeloaders and a characteristic display of machismo. Lynott - Ireland's first bona fide rock star and one of popular music's most notorious hellraisers - always prided himself on his ability to drink more, snort more and generally be more rock 'n' roll than anyone else.
The story is recounted in Cowboy Song, the first authorised biography of Lynott, published to coincide with the 30th anniversary of the singer's death at the age of 36.
Head and shoulders above the usual rock hagiography, the book is by the well-respected music writer Graeme Thomson, who won huge acclaim for his examination of the life of Kate Bush in 2010. It paints a poignant picture of a shy, sensitive artist who loved literature, went to church with his family, and yet sacrificed his life on the altar of rock excess.
"I wanted to explore the dichotomy of someone who, at heart, is quite quiet and thoughtful but who gets a lot of his self-esteem and his identity from being a rock star and playing up to that image," says Thomson. "Lynott's overt masculinity was unprecedented in an Irish musician, and it had an almost revolutionary impact. He became a figure of empowerment in a country still struggling with an inferiority complex.
"He transmitted a growing sense of cultural confidence to those who came in his slipstream, inspiring the likes of Bono."
Lynott's band, Thin Lizzy, was Ireland's first supergroup and, for a period in the 70s, churned out hit after hit. Its version of traditional Irish ditty Whiskey in the Jar has been covered by artists as diverse as Metallica and Pulp.
Anthemic earworm The Boys Are Back in Town is, according to Lynott's friend Bob Geldof, one of the "top five songs about rock 'n' roll itself ever - spectacular".
Cowboy Song, Dancing in the Moonlight and Don't Believe a Word are all classic pop songs that combine Lynott's distinctive, wistful lyrics with powerful guitar riffs.
As Thomson writes, fame for Lynott was "a self-fulfilling prophecy. Its outline was always there; he simply needed to fill in the detail." His unusual background and unsettled childhood help to explain his ascent.
Lynott was born in 1949 in Birmingham. His mother, Philomena, was an 18-year-old from Ireland; his father, Cecil Parris, a dashing Afro-Guyanan stowaway. The pair's relationship quickly fizzled out and Parris departed. According to Philomena, Lynott "took his absence very badly". School reports were poor.
At the age of 7, however, his life changed when he was sent to live with his grandparents in Dublin. He adored his grandmother and idolised his grand-father - a hard-working and unsentimental but loving couple. He quickly acquired a Dublin accent and a circle of pals.
There were just four indigenous black children among the Irish capital's 600,000 citizens but despite this - or maybe because of it - Lynott thrived. He was a local band leader by the age of 14, the singer in a successful rock group by 18 and formed Thin Lizzy in 1969, at the age of 20.
Lynott was on bass and vocals - he had a smoky, late-night voice - Brian Downey was on drums, and there was an ever-changing procession of guitarists. Lynott was, from the beginning, the band's acknowledged leader.
Tall, skinny and sporting a fulsome Afro, he managed to combine a little-boy-lost aura with a buccaneering swagger. Lynott was a voracious reader, keen on Camus and F. Scott Fitzgerald. He published two volumes of poetry and loved Frank Sinatra, but he also believed that certain behaviour was expected of rock stars and he embraced that behaviour with enthusiasm.
"I was tired of hearing rock 'n' roll stars saying how sorry they were for themselves, how they disliked fame," he told an interviewer once. "I jumped at it. I thought, 'great'. The women were after me, people wanted to buy me drinks - I really went for it, hook, line and sinker."
Geldof once observed that Lynott didn't know how to go down to the shops without putting on a pair of leather trousers and getting into a limousine.
In the early days, the substance abuse was more or less limited to cannabis and heavy drinking, but the boozing also led to a considerable amount of brawling. The police were once called to a German hotel where Lynott and guitarist Eric Bell were having a fist fight in the middle of the night.
Guitarist Scott Gorham said he'd had two fights in his whole life prior to joining Lizzy - he had two more in his first month with the band. When the Irish Independent reported, wrongly, that Lynott had been arrested in a drugs raid, he burst into the newspaper's offices shouting, "My f***ing granny saw that!" and started throwing punches.
The paper might have got its facts wrong on that occasion but Lynott became increasingly dependent on cocaine and heroin. Half-hearted attempts at sobriety were not helped by the fact that he socialised with the likes of Sid Vicious and Lemmy.
Thomson recounts how, by the time of one of the last Thin Lizzy tours, travelling between shows, "Lynott sat with a 2lb bag filled with cocaine, which he would attend to more or less constantly, digging his thumb into the contents and applying it to one nostril, then the other."
The band finally disintegrated in 1983. On Christmas Day in 1985, Lynott collapsed at his home in Kew, London. His estranged wife, Caroline, the daughter of The Price Is Right host Leslie Crowther, rushed to help him but he died in hospital on January 4, 1986. The causes of death were pneumonia and organ failure but his health had been poor for years.
In an afterword in Cowboy Song, Caroline writes: "Drugs have a way of spoiling everything, even while they're telling you they're going to make it all better. As life became crazier and crazier, I managed to pull myself out of there and start over. For Philip, that was not possible."
Lynott's music is still loved by millions - and so is he. Dubliners delight in devising pejorative nicknames for the city's statues of local heroes. James Joyce, with his walking stick, is "the prick with the stick". Oscar Wilde is "the queer with the leer". The bronze statue of Lynott, however, is simply "the ace with the bass".
Cowboy Song: The Authorised Biography of Philip Lynott by Graeme Thomson (Constable $40) is out now.
- The Sunday Telegraph, Canvas