Melissa asks, “Nice to see your new and improved site. There have been some twitterings about your upcoming birthday. As you are on the cusp, do you feel you possess more of the characteristics of Taurus or Gemini? Not sure if I can ask two but my second question would be this: Do you enjoy performing concerts/shows or would you rather be in the studio? Hope you have a great birthday!”

Nick replies, “Thank you, Melissa. Well, this end of Taurus does feel more flexible than the other end going into Aries. There’s a lot to learn being born on the 20th of May – maintenance and finishing what’s on one’s plate being two biggies. Still, Jimmy Stewart seemed to manage it, didn’t he? So I tip my 20s trilby hat to him and all 20th of May people and birthday people. Learning is the spice if life! But I would say that, wouldn’t I, being so close to Gemini. The Birthday Book is always a fascinating reference if anybody wishes to dive into the world of traits. But I would say that again, wouldn’t I, being so close to Gemini. Apparently those born on my day love to know how things work and are known to be chatterboxes. I’ve overcome that one on stage, thankfully! Get on with the music, that’s what I say.

Second question is an easy one. Studio. Love it. Creating musical pictures is a thrill beyond words. Once they’re completed and you sit back with a cup of tea surrounded by the beautiful people who so lovingly helped you achieve your masterpiece is wonderful.

Then again, regurgitating creative works live can be sublime. Please excuse the metaphor. Ha! I really don’t see myself as a mother fox or people as fox cubs and my songs as nourishing food. Hold on a minute, I know I’m on holiday and have had a glass of local wine, but actually I do believe my songs are rather nourishing. Darn tasty!

When I listen to The Hunter’s Star by Shearwater, I’m an inspired fox cub. No, no! I’m a starving starling nestling begging for more nourishment.

On the aeroplane here, I listened to The Logical Song by Supertramp. The aeroplane turned into an eagle, soaring above the prairies of North America. This is how inspiring music is to me. And if I can capture even the tiniest essence of this, I can hopefully bring you the same feeling.

Music is the food of love. After my father died in front of me for the first time, he woke up and wrote those words to me as he couldn’t speak because he had emphysema. But that is exactly what he’d just experienced. And that is what we are underneath all the pain of living. We are music and we are the food of love.