Bryan Ferry: a shrinking violet not a lounge lizard

‘You sometimes think you’ve only got two songs, a fast one and a slow one,” says Bryan Ferry, with a nervous laugh. He is stretched out on a chaise longue, dressed in a suit and tie. “That’s what’s made my ‘mature period’ so difficult, the feeling you may have exhausted all your various angles on things,” he continues, apparently addressing the ceiling, while I sit in an armchair, taking notes. The impression of a psychotherapy session is enforced by our location, in an old-fashioned drawing room in his studio in London’s Olympia district, complete with antique busts, paintings, and wall-to-wall shelves of books. ... read more >>