Elvis Costello is on the phone from New York; instantly he remembers talking to me about three years ago.
I trigger the memory with a line about the ill-fated Sweetwaters Festival and our discussion around him keen to return to New Zealand, not the bad guy the press decided would never return.
“That’s right. I remember that conversation. I do. And I told …
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