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So what's being demolished?
No, demo-lition, as in record demo. Ha ha. I wasn't going to release a record this year, because people were getting very tired of me.
How could you tell?
Ooooh -- every other music magazine is calling me a twat.
Is there a theme connecting the thirteen songs?
They were all favorites of a friend of mine who died of cancer. I really loved her, but she's dead. That's what happens.
Romantic disaster is a thread. What's the best kiss-off line ever thrown at you?
Besides "Fuck off and die"? Maybe the girl who said, "Eat a salad once in a while."
Are you touring?
I'll go out with a guitar and a piano. But anyone that thinks they should buy Demolition should buy Daybreaker by my friend Beth Orton instead. She's a real songwriter. I'm just a fucking bigmouth.
Yeah, but I'll bet you can get tickets to see the Stones at Roseland.
Yup. Without any problem. Hey, man, it's not my fault that Keith likes me.

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