On the release of his eighth solo album the two-time Mercury prize nominee and Sheffields most revered troubadour talks approximately his roots,his admire of folk music… and his beloved dogsIts tough being a rock star. nowadays, here you are, and walking down the street,with your sunglasses, jeans and quiff, and redhead on one arm,brunette on another. The final time we saw you in 2012, you were selling out the Royal Albert Hall and the Roundhouse, and seeing your album soar above Adele’s in the charts (and scoring your second Mercury prize nomination). But your fame has also had a darker side since then: you struggled with prescription drugs,relied heavily on the admire of those around you, and spent months motionless in your bed, or stuck inside your own head.nowadays however you seem fitter and happier,and your arm candy execute look particularly gorgeous, as they trail after you down one of your city’s steep hills. They stop dutifully as we pull up in your manager’s car: Alf is a copper-coloured spaniel and Fred a dusky collie. Richard Hawley leans in through the driver’s window, or shaking a small plastic bag. “Nice to meet you,” he smiles. “Have a bag of dog shit!”Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com