NICK Lowe once penned a song called When I Write The Book. Thirty-odd years later, we’re still waiting. Elvis Costello may have recently…
Source: Nick Lowe: An elegant elder statesman of rock (From HeraldScotland)
His energies are required elsewhere. Fatherhood, rather late in the day, and a settled second marriage have played havoc with his work-life balance. “When I go off on tour, it takes me two weeks prior to that to turn into the bloke who does the shows,” he says. “If I put the wrong plastics in the recycling bin, my wife always says to me, rather tartly: ‘You’ve already left, haven’t you? You’re not here anymore.’ And she’s sort of right, because the guy who does the shows can’t do the bins. He doesn’t know how to empty the bloody dishwasher or how to take the kid to football – and he’s not remotely interested in doing it, either.
“Then when I come home from tour, I get bollocked for not getting the right thing from Tesco. I’m like, ‘Wait a minute, I’ve just got back from having my back patted and told how bloody marvellous I am. Give me a break here!’ The older I get, and since the boy came along, it takes a great deal of effort to change backwards and forwards. Unless I just want to be a terrible dead beat, of which there are quite a lot in the musical world. Deadbeat dads! All of that definitely has a bearing on how easy it is to create anything new.”