A wintry afternoon and London’s roads are rammed with traffic. Mortifyingly, I am late to meet Scott Walker, the musical legend who rarely gives interviews, and ring, filled with apologies. No problem, assures his manager, Scott’s late too, he’s stuck on the bus. If rock’n’roll is the story of men who, in Bob Geldof’s description of Phil Lynott, “couldn’t imagine a life not in leather trousers, with a limousine taking him to work every day”, Walker is its antithesis.
Fly Like an Eagle Scott Walker Engel We will do our very best to Honour U We will offer U our Best.
Ffs another one gone
But you lost in Wisconsin
Ah. So very modest
I just looked up Wiki; who the f--- are 'The Walker Brothers'?