rap

Believe me, I've tried to like rap music, and it makes me feel my soul is very very old. I've tried to have shower with Eminem, couldn't do it. I understand Blues music, all those wonderful stories, about people who's been disenfranchised, like “He ain't got nothing, they take that away too! He hasn't even got a guitar, he is playing with his fucking belly button over here!" All those wonderful names, like "Blind Dead McJohns."

Never in my life had been a fan of hiphop. I remember couple of years ago in London, I was in this terrific bar, it's a fantastic bar cause it's empty and I had paper and book with me, just want to stay there for an hour or so, to sit and simply be. It was wonderful, nothing nicer than an empty bar. Then this song came on, right. I'll never forget this cause it was called Funk Soul Brother. I shall always remember that, because that's also all of the lyrics. It was a kind of schoolboy type songwriting, very easy on the words in case they get wasted, I don't know what's the shortage. But anyhow, it was sounded like a million fire-engines chasing 10 million ambulances through a war zone. And it was played at a volume that made the empty chair besides me bleeding.