![]() It’s about a suicidal muffin, who’s so happy to die because he’s been eaten which is what he’s meant for in life. It’s one of these nihilistic, futile, fucked up things on the internet that children love. “It’s something my son plays off the internet every now and again and it goes ‘I’m going to die, die die, it’s muffin time’. I sang a bit and people started coming from the beach up to the bar, they couldn’t believe this little Irish woman was singing the Italian songs that they knew so well.” He planned it for the last day, brought me down there, made a big deal of it: ‘She’s going to sing!’ There was no one there. Martino got really excited that I was going to sing one of these Patty Pravo songs or the Mina song that I did versions of years ago. ![]() Also we knew the diving instructor guy called Rocco, I had three gorgeous Italian fellas with me all week. It was a diving holiday, and it’s the last island between Italy and Africa. I was on holiday with my husband and his brother, Martino, in Lampedusa. “The last time I did karaoke I did it in Italian. It’s like somebody really witty and really intelligent and really sexy is just talking to you. It is this anthem where people sing every single word but it’s the absolute opposite of Queen or something chant-y. In Italy, everyone at every age knows it. Here in Spain, if I sing it everybody knows it. And that’s what ‘Tomorrow Can Wait’ feels like as well. It had an identity and I knew what I wanted to sing about, I wanted to sing about the disco at the end of days. I worked with them, I did a song called ‘Flash Of Light’ and they had sent me some tracks and it was like the party at the end of the world. “I am where I am now, which is Ibiza, because I fell in love with this Italian producer a few years ago and he changed my life. My parents and relatives can remember seeing the music in me at that point.” The song that reminds me of home It was amazing, people from all over came, and I just danced all day long. ![]() We’d drive a little bit out of town to a little village. I went to that every Sunday growing up, in the summertime. He had a jazz trio, as well as a six piece and he used to have a gig every summer that was an all-day gig on a Sunday. “My Uncle Jim was a brilliant musician, he was a bandleader. Uncle Jim’s jazz band, nearby village, Ireland, 1970s ![]()
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