It’s lovely to hear him talk. And good to hear the descriptions of the songs from him. The interview was being conducted by Q’s Editor In Chief and he wasn’t the most natural of interviewers.
Not that I can pass judgement!
On the way back to St Pancras, I started to cry…which is just so ridiculous in itself…but…it all just seemed to go wrong.
It was open to questions at the end…and I thought..well, I want to know…I’ll ask him what he thinks of Simple Minds.
Bless him…I don’t think he wanted to be mean…
You know that feeling you get when you open your mouth and you instantly wish you hadn’t said what you just said?
He wasn’t unkind. He spoke fondly of The Breakfast Club and had praise for New Gold Dream…had said he’d met Jim and he was lovely.
I apologised for asking when posing for the photo with him. He was like “it’s okay. I was just being honest”. There was a guy next to me…oh, bless him! He was like “you know, if you liked New Gold Dream, you REALLY need to listen to the one before, Sons And Fascination. You’ll LOVE IT!” And that started me off and I was like “YES! You need to listen to EARLY Simple Minds.” Poor John, I think he felt hounded by this point.
So the first MAJOR faux pas was asking the world’s dumbest question. And then it was the exacerbated by me waiting patiently to just to say a brief word (the apology for such a dumbass question) and a quick pic and John wanting to go.
He made an apology and was about to go…but I had handed my phone to a lady and she stopped him and asked. I felt awful because he wanted to go but she stopped him before I could get my phone back and tell her not to bother.
It all just felt like I had been SUCH an imposition and that on top of the question…and yeah.
Oh, well. As far as social ineptitude goes, I fucking excelled myself tonight! Well done me!
Here’s a couple of pics…one from inside the venue before it kicked off, and the other, the best pic that my crappy phone managed to take of John.
Sorry, John. I’m best never to try to speak to you in future. I’ll just embarrass myself. I cannot apologise enough.