Saturday, 11 February 2012

No direction home

Meeting her was like stepping into the tales of 1001 Arabian Nights.

Bob was charismatic: he was a beacon, a lighthouse, he was also a black hole.

I must have been a real schmuck to write that. I look back at that particular one and say, of all the songs I've written, maybe I could have left that alone.

The new generation causing all the fuss was not driven by the market: we had something to say, not something to sell.