judith owen

So I just spent the morning on the phone talking about myself. No, I'm not the biggest narcissist in the world (we'll get to him later), in truth I'm promoting my latest album.
So I went to do a run of shows and festivals in Australia, shortly after the whole 'Harambe' incident and found myself longing
I'm writing this blog on a plane, unable to sleep, having sniffled into a hanky for the first three hours. I'm on my way to do the thing I love the most... tour. That's right I'm a musician, with a new album to promote, who lives to tour.
It's a strange and wonderful life, being on the road; living on a bus. It's not for everyone but if you're a social animal and you love the people you're with; then the bus starts to feel more like a womb on wheels than a mere means of transportation. I much prefer being on the bus than staying in a hotel room and I'm not alone.
Is it me, or are we in the Western World, becoming the New Narcissists? I'm not referring to some 80s pop movement here, and by 'we' I mean me, and all the me's who see our smartphones as our BFF's and think nothing of bringing our tawdry private lives into public places.
I have very few "happy" family memories. The ones I do revolve around music and road trips with us all singing along to the likes of James Taylor. So when my dad passed away in 2012, I decided to make fantasy a reality and work with the same consummate players who played on those records.
Ruby Wax begins with an apology. She is three hours late for the interview because she's been napping. "I did 11 calls and