There are three things I find fascinating about myself that I can’t tell anyone about without boring them to death: music, food and dreams. Someone in an audience the other day asked me what music I liked, what moved me. Don’t get me wrong: I was flattered to be asked. It’s just that there’s no way of answering the question without losing the interest of the audience, including the nice chap who asked the question in the first place.
What kinds of music do I listen to? Lots of different things. What moves me? Well, lots of stuff but, now you mention it, there was this old song by a Yugoslav pop singer, which I heard sung by a Croatian tenor at a recital in Split last summer, and I just started sobbing, I couldn’t help myself … And then I look up and see the worst sight in the world – people stifling yawns. Quite right, too, because it’s so boring listening to people bang on about what music they like.
