I Think A Lot Of That Album

People Look To Me To See What The Spirit Of The Seventies Is.

It's Not The Side-effects Of The Cocaine - I'm Thinking That It Must Be Love. It's Too Late To Be Grateful, It's Too Late To Be Hateful, It's Too Late To Be Late Again, The European Cannon Is Here.

I Started Playing Around With Local Rock Band Swith The Alto. And Then, In A Nutshell, Somebody Fell Ill One Night, The Lead Singer Of One Of The Bands, And They Knew I Could Sing, So They Asked Me If I Would Stand In. And I Quite Enjoyed It, Actually, I Must Say, At 14. It Was A Real Trip To Have Girls Wave At You And Smile And Everything Just Because You Opened Your Mouth And Sang.

People Who Had Been Treated Inhumanly, Not Given A Chance To Secure Any Foot On Any Ladder - And All The Social Mores Were Suddenly Abandoned.

My Son's Full Real Name Is Duncan Zowie Haywood. As A Toddler He Was Called By His Second Name Zowie. But It Was Such An Identifiable Name During The Seventies That If I Called Him Loudly In Public Places, Everyone Would Turn To Stare, So I Started Calling Him Joey To Take The Pressure Off. It Has The Same Sound And Number Of Syllables As Zowie. And Joe Stuck For Most Of His Childhood. Now He Has Reverted To His Real Name, Duncan. Haywood Was My Father's Name.