was a member of britpop band Lonpigs and tour guitarist of Pulp before he had a nervous breakdown. Thanks to a drug rehab and the birth of his first child, the son of a Sheffield’s miner, regained the courage to finally find his own voice and write his own beautful and heart-wrenching songs.
I don’t go to clubs. Unless im DJing – then you are likely to hear rockabilly; «Cherokee Dance» should be played at all clubs but they wouldn’t cus they’re shit, most of them – except where my mate Andy in Manchester has his club «Star and Garter» – that’s proper.
They disturb me with crap house music – I don’t want to disturb my neighbours.
I don’t drive which is a good thing.
Never am, mate.
Fuck off – more interested in making love than choosing music.
I have an iPod full of tunes that get me through long journeys. Anything by the Everly Brothers – particularly «Songs Our Daddy Taught Us». Anything by Elvis’ Sun period will get me through whatever journey I do.
Hotels are only spooky when I’m in them. Ask other people what they play when I’m in the hotel.
This is getting stupid now...
The songs my children sing to me.
Patrick O’Brian has written 14 books about the sea – I’m a fan of the sea. So any of the books he’s written.
Sheffield, my home. I like lots of other cities but I’m always happy to come home.
guitar / record player / studios / beer / ciggies
Gretsch country gentleman / Baby Gloc / The lap steel I was left by Jack Wilcox who was the first person to buy an electric guitar in South Yorkshire / Fender Jaguar / my Burns 12 string
All the Bruce Lee films.
All my guitars and lap steels – there’s more than 5!
Impossible question, so here’s just some good ones.
Food is for puffs.
Beer and ciggies. That’s all.
Getting up for the next 5 days to do gigs.