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McCartney, Michael Jackson and me: Oh, get a room!

7 Jul 2010  |  4 min read  |  1

Mostly when I travel I don’t much care about the room I stay in other than hoping for a decent bed and a functioning shower. If you are doing your travel right, you never spend any time in the room anyway. But in Liverpool I set some kind of world record for transience. I’d barely been in the room a minute when the phone rang and I got the message I had to leave. So... > Read more

Paul McCartney: Step Inside Love/Los Paranoias

Rod Stewart: Singer, believe it or not

5 Jul 2010  |  2 min read

When Rod Stewart came to New Zealand in 1992 he wasn't doing any interviews. He was sick of questions about his then-wife Rachel Hunter. And so the shutters went up. I spoke with him. It was easy. I simply let it be known I couldn't give a toss about his wife, I wanted to talk to him as a singer and songwriter (an aspect of Rod which is too often overlooked), and about old soul music.... > Read more

Bon Jovi: Having a bar of it

24 Jun 2010  |  2 min read

My knowledge of Bon Jovi has always been limited, and even more so back in the early Nineties when all I could conjure up for a pub quiz would have been "New Jersey, the cover of their Slippery When Wet album, big hair and " . . . Actually that would be about it. Except for their song I'll Sleep When I'm Dead which -- for a rather too long period of prolonged... > Read more

Quincy Jones: The professional in the pissoir.

21 Jun 2010  |  2 min read  |  1

So there I was at the urinal when Quincy Jones walks and says, "Hi Graham". It was awkward to shake his hand so I just nodded and asked him if he was enjoying his evening. Now Quincy -- who famously said "You can't shine shit", but that was before boy bands and Dido -- didn't get where he is by being rude, so said he was having a fine time. He was lying. I... > Read more

Gladys Knight: Talent with talons

8 Jun 2010  |  3 min read

Press conferences are a waste of time and no sensible journalist entertains them. Ask your best question and everyone else gets the great answer. And if you are a print journalist those lazy slime from television go to air that night with it and you can wait a day to see it in the paper. And then your mates think you copied it from Holmes. I long ago gave up going to press... > Read more

Kurt Cobain: Gun, head and Smithereens.

24 May 2010  |  2 min read

As with most people of a "certain age" I can member where I was when I heard John F Kennedy had been shot ( I was in bed), and when I was told another Kennedy had gone the way of the gun (in bed again, there's a pattern emerging). Of course I also remember John Lennon's murder (came in with the kids from soccer and it was on television) and, oddly enough given he didn't mean that... > Read more

Ocean Colour Scene: Here in my Heart

16 May 2010  |  3 min read

It was one of the saddest days I can recall, and yet it had started out so well in Birmingham, a place where I had been drawn to interview the Britpop band Ocean Colour Scene in their hometown. It was 1998 I think. OCS never really made an impact in New Zealand, which was a pity because the night I saw them they were spectacularly good, playing a hard rocking and passionate show to a... > Read more

Ocean Colour Scene: The Riverboat Song(from Moseley Sholes, 1996)

Clarence 'Gatemouth' Brown and Billy Joel: Bad cop, good guy

9 May 2010  |  3 min read

It was bluesman Clarence 'Gatemouth' Brown who taught me a valuable lesson very early on: it was possible to like a man's music and not like the man who made it. Billy Joel confirmed the opposite: I liked him very much but have never felt an ounce of emotion for his music. But first, let me tell you about a big bag of dope. When Brown -- a multi-instrumentalist bluesman from Texas... > Read more

Jethro Tull, Al Stewart: Hanging on the telephone.

18 Apr 2010  |  3 min read  |  1

Rock journalists in this country need little reminding that we live a long way from the action. But the reminders come every time a record company or promoter says that deathless phrase, "We've got you a phoner". The phone interview has largely killed any last flicker of spontaneity that rock might have had left. These are set pieces of carefully controlled theatre in which... > Read more

Roger McGuinn: The Byrd who can't fly from his past

12 Apr 2010  |  3 min read

The backstage meet'n'greet is usually an uncomfortable if not dire affair. Record company types, tour managers, promoter's flunkies and various levels of B-grade guests -- such a myself -- mill around waiting for that quick handshake with someone whose music you might like, and whom you'd probably not want to invite home for dinner. I avoid the meet'n'greet for the most part, long prior... > Read more

Duran Duran: Spoiled, rude and stupid

8 Mar 2010  |  8 min read

Maybe it’s because he’s wearing what look to be his pyjamas – great big cottony, flowy things covered in only-safe-at-night checks – that John Taylor of Duran Duran looks extremely tired and bored. Good-looking in a cheekbones and quiffed hair way, you understand. But bored witless nonetheless. It's early 1993 and he’s standing behind the cafeteria bar in... > Read more

Tom Petty: Chair man of the bored

8 Feb 2010  |  2 min read  |  1

They say you should never meet your heroes and so it has been for me and Tom Petty. In more recent years I did a numbingly boring phone interview with a man I took to be a numbskull and prior to that I had endured a dreadful concert when he and Dylan went out on the road, were clearly out of it and were rehearsing in public. Whadda shit. But that doesn't count as "meeting" your... > Read more

Christy Moore: The story teller and me

25 Jan 2010  |  2 min read

Car dealers certainly. Lawyers and politicians of course, when it best suits them. But musicians? I know they gild the truth or embellish it for some self-aggradisement, but I never really expect them to fib directly, and in this case so convincingly. The great Irish Republican singer-songwriter Christy Moore was in wet Wellington ("Moist, it makes me feel at home") for an arts... > Read more

Billy Joel: A New York state of mind

4 Jan 2010  |  2 min read

Billy and I were introduced while he was having his lunch. He gestured for me to join him and help myself to the generous pile of sandwiches on the table, multi-level affairs held together by long plastic toothpicks with odd little flags on top. As we spoke Billy never even glanced at the spectacular vista of Sydney Harbour and the Opera House outside the window. He had a house on New... > Read more

Tom Petty: Village scribe, meet the village idiot

15 Nov 2009  |  2 min read

For more years than I can recall when people have asked me what I did I have variously answered “I‘m a writer“ or, when Customs officials look difficult I would say “I’m a journalist” -- and oddly enough that would work better than the more amorphous description “writer“. Often, for my amusement. I’ve described myself to people as being... > Read more

Stevie Wonder: The Wonder of You

5 Sep 2008  |  2 min read  |  1

The curious thing about going to meet famous people is sometimes you don't recognise them and end up sitting in the bar or cafe counting the ceiling fans until you realise your prey is that little bald guy over there. No such problem with Stevie Wonder, and not just because his braids are like a flag which announces his presence. Nope, I knew Stevie was in the room even before I saw him.... > Read more

Bob Geldof: Which one do you want?

17 Mar 2006  |  2 min read

It is sometimes easy to forget -- and you suspect at times he does too -- but Bob Geldof is actually a musician. He was in musician mode when he came to town in April 91 because he'd released an album called The Vegetarians of Love which had enjoyed favourable reviews --- but suffered from abysmal sales. And so Bob was out on the road flogging it off via interviews with long lines of people... > Read more

Larry Henley: A very rich man indeed.

18 Dec 2004  |  2 min read

Ray Columbus seldom rang me at the Herald unless he had something to say. I liked him for that, he wasn't a time waster. But once he called and said he had an American friend in town that I might like to meet, the guy who was the lead singer for the one-hit wonder 60s band the Newbeats. Before we go any further let me tell what I know about the Newbeats: their sole hit was I Like Bread and... > Read more