The Elvis publicity rounds have been keeping me busy. I don’t think there’s a BBC local station I’ve not spoken to in the last few days, while this Sunday I’m on, wait for it, Aled Jones’s Radio 2 breakfast show.
Most of the interviews are done in studios in the bowels of Broadcasting House in London, but occasionally I’ll do one on the phone from home. This can lead to audibility problems, just like the one that happened on Sunday with Radio Solent. The presenter came up with quite a snazzy link from the previous item, about which I commented that I could “hear the slap of high fives” in the studio as a result. To which she replied, “you’ve never seen my thighs!”.
This week’s Traveller’s Tree is devoted to winter sports, something of which I have about twenty minutes’ experience thanks to an Australian clattering into me on the first day of the school skiing holiday and putting me in hospital. So expect great wisdom from me, snow fans.
I’ve just received copies of the Elvis audiobook as it happens, and what a belter of a production it is thanks to the splendid oral skills of Julian Rhind-Tutt. Now now, stop that sniggering at the back there. Alarmingly, it features two bouts of Connelly singing, once in the form of the recording of Blue Moon of Kentucky I made in Sun Studio in Memphis, the other a terrifying rendition of the same song by me accompanied by the ukulele. Despite the best production efforts ofmy showbiz pal Mikey Rowe, it’s a dodgy version (I bet you never knew that the words ‘blue’ and ‘bright’ both had two syllables, did you?) but thankfully the whole rannygazoo is saved by Mr Rhind-Tutt’s marvellous vocalising.
Off to Ireland on Monday for more publicity rounds. Alas my publicist has foolishly told them that I can play the ukulele and hence a couple of radio stations have asked me to take it with me. Apologies in advance to the entire nation of Ireland, music lovers everywhere and Guglielmo Marconi himself. My ukulele experience has, however, made me the subject of the most surreal headline of my life.
Mind you, playing the guitar with a spoon looks like it could be fun.