‘I wish I could be inside your head,’ she said, ‘on Sunday at Glastonbury. How must it feel to play to so many people?’ She wasn’t just saying it either. She really meant it, longed to know how it feels. Thinking about it now, I’m wondering whether the first bit is an appropriate thing for a married man to consider, but I am flattered and really, since I’ve been playing with Blur again, that’s what everyone wants to know more than anything else — not ‘How do you do that?’ but ‘How does it feel?’ So I will try to explain.
Playing music triggers just the same feelings as those generated by listening to music. It’s the same picture. Sometimes when I’m listening to music I’m completely absorbed by it, transported, inside it, whether my hand is shaping the thing or not.
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