Yesterday evening I met my Parisian pals Richard Pinhas & Agnetha Nillson. Of Crim relevance, Richard told me that the tickets tonight are about twice the normal price; the venue is not properly a rock venue any longer (Tom Jones would play, he said); and several of his friends who are Crim enthusiasts can't afford to go. My own view on this is already on record.
Also, said Richard, an RF interview in a French national newspaper didn't have my "voice" or way of talking (which Richard knows well). This struck me as strange. I treat interviews as a piece of work, and my words are finely tuned. Then, just before I fell asleep, I realised why: for the last interview on the recent Paris visit, the journalist didn't have a recorder, but wrote my responses to his questions in longhand. I expressed my doubts about his capacity to accurately reflect / convey / transmit what I was saying. Clearly, the confidence he held in his powers was greater than mine. This is not the first time I have met this in French interviewers; I sense it may be the last.
Once upon a time, the only way that a player was able to "speak" to the public was via journalists, interviewers, music press. Nearly everything verbally presented was a translation, an interpretation, a colouration of intent. Sometimes, even a deliberate travesty.
Well, online at last. I haven't checked all the Guestbook entries, although I've filed them. E-letters: 135 waiting. This Diary may even fly off to cyberland.
"Accept nothing less than what is right."
