I recently went into Beirut to buy Eric Clapton’s new album. Usually I’m the one who buys the one copy in the country that is not pirated. That’s it. The Lebanon buys one copy of each album. I sometimes wonder how a meeting of record company sales executives must go when they review the monthly sales figures. “OK, so Robbie Williams’ new album is breaking all the records. 8 million in the US; 2 million in the UK; even Germany – Germany!, where you’ve got to knock David Hasselhoff out of the charts to have any success – we managed to shift around a million CDs.” “Great going guys! What’s the bottom performer?“Lebanon.”“Again?”“Yep. It sold a grand total of, wait for it… one.”“Again, just one?”“Yep, just one. As always.”“We gotta find out who this one guy is – maybe he’ll buy two next time.” Well, if they came to the Lebanon they’d find that thousands more are sold, but they are all copies. One original is bought and copied, the cover is also copied and it’s all packaged up and sold for peanuts: maybe $2-3.The quality isn’t bad, it just isn’t great, and every time a new album comes out [...]

  Life has been quiet, I have been spending a lot of time with my dentist – I am rebuilding my mouth, getting fillings and implants. I don’t mind dentists – he takes the pain in my mouth away, and I would rather see him than feel that pain. The only pain that is worse than bad toothaches is migraines, which I used to get a lot in earlier years. Man, those were bad. They were technically cluster headaches, which give the same type of pain as migraine, but worse – imagine the pain of a terrible toothache times 20. It’s that bad, and in some quarters they are called suicide headaches because people would rather die than suffer them. They used to start behind the eye and twist down through the body to your opposite toe, so that if it began in your left eye, it would end in your right toe, like an ‘s’ of excruciating pain through your body. Fortunately I haven’t had one of those for year, I’m a lot healthier now, except for my teeth. Getting your dental work done is a bit like making a record – it takes time. Outside my head, things are [...]

I’ve had enough of writing about all the discontent and disharmony recently – I thought I would turn my mind back to happier days when I was bringing people together. I still marvel at our achievements in Abbey Road – the iconic Abbey Road studios; forever connected with the Beatles; the sixties and the music I love best. What an honour it was to record at the same place. Me, and the 100 musicians who worked with me. The producer Haydn Bendall described it as a festival of musicianship, and said that while it was going on it was known as the best gig in town. I like the thought of that. So how did 100 musicians fall into life in the middle, with me? To be honest, I am still not quite sure – there was always something special, miraculous about those three months. It started with an idea I had to record one or two songs. I wanted to do it properly, and Abbey Road was the obvious answer. Then it turned into a handful of songs, and then, all of a sudden, it was an album. The writing process was very quick – the lyrics would suddenly [...]