During his recent round of press in the UK, Michael spoke with Jude Rogers of The Quietus. Here’s an excerpt followed by a link to the full interview just below: You’re a 51-year-old man. Not much hair. Glasses. You’ve been doing the same job for nearly 30 years. You’ve decided you’ve had enough — you could just go, throw in the towel, do a proper Reggie Perrin. Instead, you’re saying goodbye to every last person, on Newsnight, BBC Radio 2, XFM.
And now you’re saying goodbye to me. It’s a Friday afternoon, the Connaught Hotel, Mayfair. I’m sitting in the lobby with a ten-dollar suitcase, heading home after this to my family home in South Wales. To a bedroom where, as a teenager, I would listen to badly-taped copies of Automatic For The People, Murmur and Green, cassette reissues on I.R.S., bought with two weeks’ paper-round money, overlooked by a strange face, ripped from Vox Magazine, of a man with a hand over one eye. Marked in black, with this list on it: Buck, Mills, Berry, Me…
Read the full interview here.