My dad would say: "That's Jools Holland."
This meant nothing to me at the time, but when I got older I became a devotee of Later With Jools Holland, recognising that a great pianist was introducing a wider variety of artists than those I'd seen on other music shows.
His set-up has a relatively intimate feel, which might be why Later has featured some of the most affecting televised performances I've ever seen.
Adele, for example
I'm not usually a fan of ballads, as they aren't very socially responsible. What if Adele's sobbing, lonely, pyjama-clad fans followed her example and loomed at the object of their heartbreak suddenly out of the darkness?
Why are you here
out of the blue, uninvited
in your pyjamas
in the night
outside my window
I couldn't stay away
I couldn't fight it.
I thought you'd see my face
and that you'd be reminded
that for me, it isn't over.
What would happen next? Please try it and tell me. The internet needs to know.
Adele singing on Later is amazing, though, and makes me cry. If it doesn't move you, then your soul is gone, man. So gone, that it will create an anti-soul black hole and soon, you are going to turn inside out under the pressure and become an ethereal hoover, blasting noise out of one end and sucking the whole fabric of meaningful existence into the other.
Divas and crooners would no longer exist. Lovers would have to make do with DJ Otzi, circa 2002. Remember him?
What I'm basically saying is if Adele's voice leaves you cold, it's a serious matter and you need to get an exorcist. ’Nuff said?
My review of me interviewing Jools Holland
The conversation proceeded briskly. The words 'brisk' and 'proceed' and also 'hootenanny' capture Jools I think. His answers were off-kilter (I laughed a lot) and he speaks much, much faster than eighty words a minute, as I realised when I transcribed the interview.
He was effusive and witty discussing his Loves and noticeably uncomfortable when I got to the tail end of his 'Hates', insisting that he didn't hate anything really, so trying to come up with a fifth, unique thing that annoyed him was tricky.
Were there any places he didn't like?
No… in fact he likes most places, most objects, most animals, most kinds of clothing, all kinds of music and most experiences…
'Nose pokers,' he announced triumphantly. 'People who poke their noses into other people's business.'
'Can you be more specific?' I needed something that could be illustrated…
He ummed and ahhed. 'They know who they are.'
Did he mean journalists? I asked, being a total nose-poker at this juncture, so he narrowed it down.
I was most pleased to be recommended some music. I've since checked out the Unthanks Sisters and Imelda May and will leave you with Imelda appearing for the first time on his show:
Also, the finished article: