![]() ![]() Have you enjoyed success more second time around? When I was in an office people felt sorry for me, so no one talked about it, but it was good to do – part of the book is about changing your life entirely at 45. I’d forgotten what it was like having 5,000 people singing your songs back to you. Then, about halfway through our one-off gig for the Teenage Cancer Trust in 2010, we looked at each other and knew we had to do it again. I was convinced it was a money-grubbing, venal, backstabbing industry and it was only when I got real jobs that I realised that’s just work! I didn’t want any part of the music business any more. Did you think that was it when the band spilt up in 2003?Ībsolutely. We bicker and disagree but we want to be in the same kind of band and that’s bigger than anything else. We started the band because we both like theatrical, emotional, violent music and that hasn’t changed. You and Brett Anderson are the only founder members still in Suede. You know you’re in safe hands from page one. He had a column in a golf magazine when he was 15! I knew he’d write something that would connect with people and he’s a fantastic writer as well. I’d often get a text saying he’d wasted a day down some rabbit hole and I thought, thank God it’s not just me! There’s a lot of self-doubt in being a first-time writer, so having someone to commiserate with was great. Richard’s whodunnit, The Thursday Murder Club, topped the bestseller charts. Adam is the side of me who wrote the book. Brandon is the self-centred pretentious d***head I would have become if I was a lead singer. If I was being lazy, I might think you were Brandon and your brother Richard was Adam… One of them dies and the other has to find out what happened, and is faced with the option of taking over his brother’s life. Brandon is a failed musician, Adam is a geeky, shut-in model maker. I love the band and I’m proud of the records but I wanted to do something that stood or fell on me alone. Lots of it was written in hotels, dressing rooms, planes or buses… I’d been writing short stories for a long time and one of them just stuck, so I expanded it to the point where it was 30,000 words and a novel stopped looking so terrifying. Being the bass player in Suede gives you a lot of free time. ![]()
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