The god-awful small affair that Bowie mentioned
seems to have lasted a lifetime – this year
I turned older than Billie Holiday ever did. I’ll never
make as many records as Todd Rundgren could
in one year. I’d never dare to try. I wrote a book
and no one really had a look – or did they?
Because once it’s out there it’s never enough.
I carried on in the wake of crushing
indifference. It’s always been my toughest critic.
And I’ve thought myself its worthy
opponent. But now I need a holiday. It’s the
end of the year as we know it. And I feel tired.