Sublime

Meat Loaf might have been sincere, but he was just a fat goofball who was cool in spite of himself. But Bruce was trying to save you. He appealed to the kind of desperate intellectual who halfway believed that—when not recording or touring—Springsteen actually went back to New Jersey to work at a car wash. Before he even utters his lyrics, people

If I were directing a movie, I’d call this exploration “Jim does what he damn well likes.”

As the sun was setting over the silhouetted palms, the phone rang and my agent, Dennis Van Thal, told me from London that he had on my behalf politely bowed out of the two-million-dollar production Getting Rid of Mr Straker. It is a film Mel Frank and I planned before I knew I was to be Bond, and starred Lee Remick, Orson Welles, Terry-Thomas and

And without helping himself to a slice of the songwriting credits, which would have been standard practice. The failure of George Martin to rip them off remains one of the most bizarre elements of their story.

Mike was living out what some therapists call a love-lust split. Home was stable, good, responsible, and dead. Outside, the street was adventurous, bad, selfish, and alive.