That was gone, and there was no way to recreate that. We’re talking about a voltage that I can’t achieve by myself. There isn’t the spiritual ceremony of the collaboration with a live audience. I was grieving not playing live for the longest time in my life, not doing what musicians do. Because they are the reason I wake up in the morning.īy the third lockdown, however, in January of this year, I was not at my best. If I can’t get back to Mark and Tash, then I’m going to evaporate. I can’t get back to the States, because I don’t know if I can get back if I go. I surrendered to the land at a certain point: OK, I’m in exile here.
There’s something gently brutal about it.
There’s the gorgeous beaches, but then there are the crags and the rocks. There’s a ferocious beauty to the Cornish coast. We’re a hop, skip and a jump from the water. We were very fortunate to be in Cornwall, in the country – we had more space than some people. When the kids were fleeing university in London, and Tash said, “Is it OK if Oliver and I come down?” Mark and I said, “Of course!” – thinking that they would be down for three weeks at the most, like a long school holiday.įive months later, they were still there. It was me, my husband Mark, Tash and her boyfriend, Oliver. T he first lockdown, my family did medium-to-spicy well.
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