Supposed to give current info about my gigs and recording, but has overflowed into reviews, a memoir and daily musings.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
One of my cats has learned a miaow that sounds worryingly like late-phase Thatcher- that sort of almost honking, harsh, urgent, assertive and aggressive yarp that means business. I've told her not to bother: I ignored it back then, and I can ignore it now, too.
I can't decide what I want to be. I thought I was an illustrator and then I turned into a musician by accident. Along the way I've wanted to be a fireman and HGV driver and it's getting too late now! I can't stop writing songs, and if I did, I'd not be able to stop drawing pictures. I wish I could play piano, trumpet and accordion. I always used to long for long blonde hair until I dyed my hair blonde and I looked disgusting. I nearly bought a motorbike (BSA Bantam), but spent the money on a bass amplifier instead and joined Joby and the Hooligans in 1977. I can't resist going into charity shops and buying clothes which I often take back the next day.
I eat Magnum Classics all summer long, and mini-poppadums all winter. In spring and autumn, I don't eat anything.