You'd Like To Know Me Well, But

Would You Carry A Razor, In Case, Just In Case Of Depression?

When I Heard Little Richard, I Mean, It Just Set My World On Fire.

Actually, My Ambition At Eight Or Nine Years Old Was To Be One Of Little Richard's Sax Players, And That's When I Got My First Saxophone, A Selmer. It Was A Strange Bakelite Material - That Creamy Plastic With All The Gold Keys On It. I Had To Get A Job As A Butcher's Delivery Boy To Start Paying For It.

I Was Told That It Was Cool To Fall In Love, And That Period Was Nothing Like That To Me. I Gave Too Much Of My Time And Energy To Another Person And They Did The Same To Me And We Started Burning Out Against Each Other. And That Is What Is Termed Love.

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.