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Nine Songs
Stewart Lee

Legendary comedian Stewart Lee takes Orla Foster through the pivotal songs in his life, and his enduring love of reluctant idols.

02 August 2024, 08:00 | Words by Orla Foster

It probably shouldn't come as a surprise to witness a comedian laughing, but somehow you don't expect it of Stewart Lee.

He is, after all, someone who's built a career on agonising pauses, routinely adopting a pinched, disapproving stare as he surveys a packed-out theatre for signs of sentient life. At least, that's Stewart Lee the comedian. Stewart Lee the music fan, it turns out, is just a man in a charity shop thumbing through a weathered stack of Glen Campbell records, chuckling good-naturedly at the cover art.

He's managed to sneak ten songs into his Nine Songs selections, and at first, seems almost noncommittal. "They were just things that I thought of when you asked me," he shrugs. Lee is forever curating music, after all; he's handpicked a stage for the Brighton Psych this month, and in January will introduce some of his favourite acts at The Lexington's Garage Punk Greats show.

But for all he might imply this list materialised out of thin air, there's a definite theme running through his choices: artists sticking around long enough to get a second chance.

Lee's own path to musical obsession was a well-trodden one – listening to John Peel after lights-out. He remembers the heightened anticipation, one finger hovering above the tape player. "If you liked the sound of a song, or even the sound of a band's name, you'd press record in case you never heard it again," he reflects. "It was that feeling of everything disappearing, you had to snatch the culture as it was falling past you."

Rarely was it love at first listen. Bands like The Fall felt unbearable to begin with, an unsolicited endurance test, "until I suddenly thought, ‘That's absolutely brilliant.’" It turned out that the most discordant sounds made the greatest impression on a teenage Lee, and if a band also boasted a cantankerous frontman like Mark E. Smith, even better. He still retains that soft spot for curmudgeons and outsider figures, whether spiky post-punk visionaries or unassuming folk singers quietly keeping centuries-old ballads alive.

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There's also jazz, which Lee loves for its spontaneity, taking the listener on lengthy, abstract detours before winding up right back where it started. Besides obvious parallels with his stand-up, Lee's listening habits follow this impulse too, circling back to old favourites decades after the first encounter.

"I'm now a man who listens to the things that he grew up with and tries to say they're better than what's from now," he offers, although this isn't strictly true, since he'll happily take band recommendations from his children.

Many of the comedian's personal heroes remain deeply reluctant idols, soldiering on through obscurity, with careers that encompass several acts. But as he observes, interesting things happen to your music if you hang in there: it doesn't matter if your voice cracks or your failures stack up, the passage of time can season songwriting to perfection. Even the better-known entities he's chosen, like Dylan, still invest their material with the bluff, unvarnished frankness of lived experience. It's storytelling that cuts to the quick, performed with stripped-back honesty and understatement.

Meanwhile, Lee is being measured for a werewolf suit. His new show 'Stewart Lee vs The Man-Wulf' opens in December and was inspired by a certain breed of larger-than-life comedian, usually, but not exclusively American, whose pantomime shock factor emboldens them to voice their worst prejudices out loud. He'll take to the stage first as himself, then re-emerge as a comedic firebrand in matted fur, a blustering beast with a persecution complex and a massive following.

"I'm going to perform the material like an angry Netflix act, so that everything becomes about hating other people – like those American rage comics who go around blaming everyone else for their own faults," he explains. "It's interesting, because I think I'll probably be able to do things and say things in a costume that I can't as myself."

It's surely the opposite tack from the musicians featured here, most of whom aren't exactly known for their flamboyant performances or right-wing tirades. Neither, of course, is Stewart Lee. This is where the Man-Wulf comes in: baiting him to trade his quietly embittered cult comedian routine for a series of unambiguously hate-fuelled, crowd-pleasing rants. But if a well-cut werewolf suit can cover a multitude of sins, Lee suggests that his might only leave him feeling more exposed.

"I'd like to be reasonably rangy as a werewolf, but also at a weight I can maintain during the rigours of an eighteen-month tour, where you have to eat and drink at odd times of the day," he concludes. "You can't really hide in a werewolf costume, can you?"

“Night Boat to Cairo” by Madness

STEWART LEE: Madness are one of those groups you like as a kid and think you've outgrown, but then you listen again as an adult and they're absolutely brilliant. I always thought they were the first band I ever saw live, but that was probably The Wombles in 1974. They were certainly the first band I ever took my kids to, on their 40th anniversary at the Roundhouse.

"Night Boat to Cairo" is really funny, but it's also a great piece of art. It's such a mad, avant-garde thing to get in the charts. It's got a verse, then a chorus, then this saxophone solo that goes on for ages and ages and ages. If you said to someone "Do you want to listen to a really long saxophone solo?" most people would say "No". But the great thing about popular culture is that it often becomes a vehicle for things people didn't know they liked, until they're told they do.

My daughter was five when we saw them. Madness are such a big deal when you're that age, it's the kind of thing that comes full circle. They played on a recreation of the stage at the Dublin Castle where they had a residency in the ‘70s, so all the equipment was set up as though they were in a pub back room. They did a real deep dive on B-sides and Peel session tracks for the first half, then after the interval, they played all the greatest hits.

BEST FIT: Did the first half of the show land as well as the second half?

Yes, but with different people. I suppose that's the thing about a long career, isn't it? You have to give people what they think they want, but also what they don't know they want. If you're The Waterboys, you probably really have to play "The Whole of the Moon", but you've also got to try and move things on.

I suppose that's the stage I'm at as well – people need to come along and see a show that's recognisably like something I would do, but also, you need to surprise them and set them up for whatever you might want to do next.

“Well Done Underdog” / “Crunch” by The Nightingales

STEWART LEE: I've chosen two Nightingales tracks that segue together on the first album. "Crunch" is a kind of Marxist dialectic about wealth over a Krautrock-style beat. "Well Done Underdog" is basically an a cappella folk song that parodies jokes, which I didn't realise until years later. "Did you hear about the Irish man / Who opened a tandoori restaurant?"

You think it's going to be some joke about curry and Irish food, but then it just says, "He did quite well for himself". It sets the expectation for a punchline, but there isn't one. And I suppose I've spent 35 years doing the same thing.

BEST FIT: You made a documentary King Rocker about The Nightingales with Michael Cumming. What was it about their story you wanted to capture?

The simple answer is that Rob Lloyd asked me to. As a kid I followed everything The Nightingales did, and when they reformed it was great because they came back stronger than before. Rob's a funny mixture of outsider artist and hustler, a small businessman. He's always looking for ways to make the band cost-effective so he said, "There should be a film about the Nightingales, like that one about Anvil".

I told him it shouldn't be like that, because The Nightingales are really, really good in a way that Anvil aren't. It could be a funny film, because the band are funny people, and there's a comic tragedy about any group that hangs in there forever. But it's also a nice little portrait of a person getting by. My favourite bits are when he and his partner are talking about their vegetable garden.

I think during lockdown people found the film enormously comforting, because there were lots of shots of small groups of friends meeting and remembering things and laughing in pubs. A lot of critics said it was the greatest rockumentary for decades, but I think that was indicative of their sheer loneliness at the time.

I liked when Rob said he always imagined his music would be discovered posthumously, only to worry he'll die and no one will care.

Yeah, we initially met in an Indian restaurant just to chat and he said, "What if I peg it and people still aren't interested?" Luckily Michael was there with a camera, because that chat became the spine of the whole film. And it's great because when he dies, that film is going to get shown everywhere. I tell you, I will be cleaning up!

Did that curry set the tone for the film, just having a chat and seeing where things took you?

Rob agreed to make the film only to realise he didn't want to be its subject. He's a private person and he didn't want to be followed round and filmed, but he had asked us to do it. He was an interesting documentary subject because he didn't want to tell you anything. We had to just get information off him when we could.

The whole film was sort of an improvisation, because we'd film him for a few days, raise some more money, then a couple of months later we'd film again. In some ways I became disillusioned with him, because he's such a self-destructive man in many ways and seems to pull back from the brink of success.

Would he and the band have appealed to you as much without that self-sabotaging streak?

Probably not, because there aren't many people who manage to pull off being popular without becoming a bit shit. I know it sounds really infantile and immature, but it's inevitable. When you're in a big stadium, you're looking for a lighter-in-the-air moment that connects with everyone. Even Radiohead had to self-sabotage by making Kid A. They had a big enough audience to be able to do that, but usually where there's investment or crowd expectation, you have to compromise.

What I like to do, and what The Nightingales do, is to create confusion and make the audience uncertain what they're there for – you're not looking for a succession of lighter-in-the-air moments. You're looking for a bit of bewilderment and chaos and people questioning the way they respond to things. It's not necessarily going to go over big, but I suppose it's about finding that sweet spot which The Nightingales are now in.

For a long time, it was obviously a real struggle, but they've reached a point where it's viable to tour not at a loss. And now, when a magazine does a cover-mounted CD or a playlist of post-punk bands, finally The Nightingales are in it.

"I'm into C.B.!" by The Fall

STEWART LEE: "I'm Into C.B.!" is a funny song about a CB radio enthusiast, a CB radio amateur. God, that dates it.

BEST FIT: You've said you hated this song when you first heard it on John Peel. Was it infuriating to go to the trouble of secretly staying up late, then not like what came on?

I don't think even John Peel wanted to listen to a lot of those Fall sessions. They seemed to be on it all the time. I thought they were unmusical, and the guy couldn't sing, and the words were irritating. It was that thing which sometimes happens with arts and music, where your initial reaction is one of revulsion or hatred or bewilderment. But getting into The Fall changed my whole life, because I wanted to read all the books and music they referenced.

I saw them in 1984, supported by Ted Chippington, a comedian who didn't do jokes, and The Very Things, whose performance involved a guy sat on stage watching TV static for forty-five minutes. I still live in the shadow of that night. It's partly to do with being sixteen and impressionable, but I would have lived a completely different life without getting into The Fall.

I mentioned "I'm Into C.B.!" to a Fall-loving friend, who immediately sneered and reeled off a ton of other Fall songs he thought were better. Do all Fall fans just need to forge their own path?

I think the first Fall album you get into is the one that stays with you. They go through very different phases, depending on who the musicians were. There's such a huge body of work. Someone once tried to get me into Frank Zappa, but there's so much that you can't do it, it's overwhelming.

The Fall are a bit like that, and it's not helped by the fact that there are so many extremely poor-quality live albums out. Except for Slates Live which I've just done the sleeve notes for, which has versions chosen by the musicians, like Marc Riley, Steve Hanley, Paul Hanley, Craig Scanlon and Karl Burns.

There’s a great part in Steve Hanley's book, The Big Midweek: Life Inside The Fall, where he described working at his parents' pie shop as a relief from being in the band…

Yeah, that book was a really good social document of opportunities for creatives in the post-war period. You could get out on the road and tour and live cheaply, which was lucky because they never got paid anything. It just speaks of a really different time. Steve Hanley and Peter Hook, the best bassists of that time, working in a pie shop. What a great post-punk basis.

“Freedom Suite” by Sonny Rollins

STEWART LEE: I really like jazz, but it took me years to work that out. I remember I heard "Freedom Suite" on the radio when I was about fourteen. It's an eighteen-minute piece that moves through different phases. I wasn't aware that Sonny Rollins was paying lip service to the new wave of free jazz, while also having a foothold in the old modal kind of camp. I just thought "Wow, that's jazz? I like it."

Then I went to the jazz section in my local library and borrowed a Grosvenor Washington record, who turned out to be a very bland sort of West Coast saxophonist, and then I decided I didn't like jazz after all.

Before the internet, there didn't seem to be anywhere you could find out about jazz – it was a closed world. But now I absolutely love it, and I think about it in comedy terms. If you set up the main theme, you can go anywhere with an improvisation as long as you get back to it at some point.

I've been lucky because I'm old enough to have seen people like Sonny Rollins, Pharoah Sanders, Archie Shepp, and Charles Gayle. I took my kids to see David Murray, who's a sixty-something jazz saxophonist. They were sceptical, but he was playing at Pizza Express, so I was able to tempt them with a free pizza.

BEST FIT: Do your kids tend to approve of the music you share with them?

You do have to back off and let them find their own things. But weirdly, they really like stuff from about 1985-90. Cocteau Twins, My Bloody Valentine, Slowdive. It's hard to imagine Slowdive were ever thought of as a league division two shoegaze band. We saw them at the Hammersmith Apollo and they were superb. It's fantastic to see people my age get a second chance.

What's also nice is when your kids get into music, they get you into things, like Black Country, New Road. And it's great I can give them my old vinyl, because otherwise it just gets thrown in a skip when you die. I wasn't a very good father to little kids, but I'm quite a good father to teenagers, because I relate to them. I have essentially lived in a state of arrested development all my life.

“Soon” by My Bloody Valentine

BEST FIT: Are your kids fans of this track?

STEWART LEE: They love My Bloody Valentine. My son likes to work out their tunes for the piano; he seems to be able to pick out the beautiful melodies that are in there. It's made me listen to their songs really differently.

I was about twenty-one when I became aware of My Bloody Valentine, but if you're fourteen it must be amazing. To hear it through the ears of teenagers is really interesting: it's like a big blanket that flows over them and means they don't have to worry about anything.

Like we were saying about Madness earlier, if in 1990 you'd asked loads of indie rock fans, "Would you like to listen to seven minutes of abstract sound?" they'd go "No", but then they would find themselves at a My Bloody Valentine gig and that's exactly what would happen. There would usually be a point about halfway through where you felt like you were going to throw up.

A lot of your selections focus on lyrics, but this is a lot more abstracted, the words feel buried in the mix, barely intelligible…

That's another nice thing about shoegaze, isn't it? You can impose your own meanings on it. Songwriters often get compared to poets, but you shouldn't necessarily be a poet, because lyrics have to do a different thing to poetry – sometimes the simplest songs can be brilliant, like "Louie Louie".

“New River Head” by The Bevis Frond

BEST FIT: Nick Saloman is another outsider figure, at odds with the mainstream. When did you find out about his music?

STEWART LEE: I was around eighteen, reading a fanzine called Bucketfull of Brains. It came with a free single – the A-side was The Dream Syndicate doing "Blind Willie McTell" by Bob Dylan, and the B-side was an eight-and-a-half-minute track called "High in a Flat" by The Bevis Frond. It's a heavy ‘60s psychedelic sort of thing, with samples of him reading out information about housing laws.

BEST FIT: What appealed to you?

He's a very witty, moving lyricist. He's a great improviser and can do half hour wig-outs that start to sound like Miles Davies' electric period. And yet if you pressed him on it, he would say he hates jazz and thinks it's self-indulgent and instinctively won't do it.

I remember he seemed incredibly old at thirty-five. He'd had a road accident in Camden on his motorbike and used the compensation money to buy a 4-track Tascam recorder. Ever since, he's been able to make a living as a sort of augmented one man band. He's got a hardcore punk sensibility in some ways, with that English whimsical psychedelia you get from people like Syd Barrett, Julian Cope, Robyn Hitchcock.

What's "New River Head" about?

"New River Head" is a lovely song about the new river, just over there in Stoke Newington. It was built to carry fresh drinking water from Hertfordshire to London. You're supposed to be able to walk the whole length, but a lot of the local councils aren't maintaining it. It goes underground in places, and you can put your ear to the manhole covers to hear the new river flowing.

He's obviously using it as a metaphor for relationships, but a lot of his work is particularly vivid to me living in north east London, because he was from Walthamstow and grew up in Camden.

Have you discovered new things in his songs as time goes by?

When I saw him in London recently, there was a guy in his sixties who'd just found out about The Bevis Frond through a Spotify recommendation. He realised there were thirty years' worth of albums and started following them everywhere. That's the effect The Bevis Frond have. A certain kind of person discovers them and realises ‘This is what I've been looking for all my life.’

Like The Nightingales, Nick seems to be hitting his stride at the point most people are getting out their pipe and slippers. As he gets older, he's become really great at writing about a particular type of man who feels that life is slipping away, and wonders what the point is. He really nails that. It's music that gets more relevant to you as you get older, rather than less.

“She's Your Lover Now” by Bob Dylan

STEWART LEE: This is an amusing song about an unpleasant, spiteful man being sarcastic and rude to the people that he's in a room with. Unlike most Dylan songs, there are only about three versions. This is the longest one, but it just runs out. They lose their thread and it stops. It's all the more beautiful, in a way, because we don't quite know what might have been.

BEST FIT: Dylan's obviously a lot more well-known than some of your other selections, but this seems a very obscure offcut he didn't do much with. When did you first hear it?

It turned up on one of these bootleg sets. Inexplicably, Dylan almost passed me by. I was about thirty before I got into him. I must admit I thought he was a man with an annoying voice, and I preferred it when other people like The Byrds or The Dream Syndicate covered his songs.

Then, due to a series of domestic failures, I had a period when I wasn't living anywhere. I had to sleep on the floor of the comedian Simon Munnery, in a flat about 500 yards from here, back when Stoke Newington was a bit more rough and ready. Simon Munnery would not let me sleep. He liked to keep me awake by playing music at me – usually the Clash.

But one night he played this song over and over again for about four hours, because he was convinced it was the height of Dylan's genius, and he wanted me to appreciate that. Maybe it was the psychological bombardment, but in the end I accepted the song was an act of genius, and after that I became one of Those People. I've got every Dylan thing I can find on that shelf over there.

What is it about Dylan's songs that speaks to you?

I love the fact that his songs change and become unrecognisable. He goes through different phases and confounds audience expectation. I think he's ridiculous but also brilliant.

Like with the Fall, did his abrasive quality finally grind you down?

Yes. Everything I like most, I've been ground down by. The best things are hard won, aren't they? I was thinking about this earlier. When I film my stand-up, I don't like having too many reaction shots – I try to make the audience think about what they're seeing. But we don't really do stuff like that anymore. Netflix even tell editors to make two-screen television, the idea being that the viewer is watching a programme while also on their phone.

I saw a film recently, American Star, about a hitman stuck on the Canary Islands without knowing why. There are loads of long shots and no voiceovers explaining anything. It makes you work, and I think a lot of the music I like does the same. It gets you over a period of time and its brilliance is gradually revealed to you. But platforms like Netflix assume you don't have time to actually sit and watch something properly, that you'll always be doing other stuff.

I can't stand being what Mark E. Smith would have described as a "look back bore", but you used to buy an album because you'd heard a couple of songs, and when you listened to the whole record, you'd realise the part you thought you didn't like was actually the best bit. That happens less now because we're cherry-picking songs.

It's also funny how you'd have a mental picture of a song before you heard it, you'd read a review and piece it together in your mind.

Do you remember buying anything because of a review, and thinking about what it might sound like? I once read a two star NME review of the second American Music Club album. They said it was an awful dirge, filled with American country rock and alternative rock clichés by an introspective, self-indulgent man. I thought that sounded great and immediately went out and bought it.

“The Cruel Mother” by Shirley Collins

BEST FIT: Listening to this I realised I knew it from a CD of Irish children's folk songs my family used to play in the car – a jaunty murder ballad! I didn't know it had such a long history. How did you find this version?

STEWART LEE: Was it Sarah Makem? That's the great thing about folk music, you sometimes realise you know a song from a completely different context. I discovered Shirley Collins' version when I moved here around twenty-five years ago, at a record shop called Totem. There were piles and piles of second-hand stuff and I'd buy anything from the Topic label. Shirley Collins hadn't been rediscovered at that point, so this album was cheap. I took it home and it absolutely wiped me out.

What’s Shirley Collins story?

She's a folk singer who started out in the 1950s, so she was young enough and close enough to the source to know people who'd sung these songs as gypsies or farm labourers in rural Suffolk. She's almost like the last traditional singer, even though she's worked with people from Fairport Convention, and Jimi Hendrix tried to chat her up at the Roundhouse.

About twenty years ago I wrote a piece about her. She was working in an Oxfam shop at the time and made me a shepherd's pie for lunch. She hadn't sung for twenty years because she'd lost her nerve. She had no idea what was about to barrel down the tracks, or that she was about to become so venerated.

She's a very inspiring person to have met, and not unlike Rob Lloyd, a story of someone having a second go. When they made a documentary about her a few years ago, she gradually realised she did want to sing again, and the film became about getting her confidence back. Since then, she's made three fantastic albums. Her voice isn't the voice that it was, it's the voice of an older person that cracks and isn't as strong, but it has a real vulnerability and humanity about it.

She was also a researcher with Alan Lomax for the Smithsonian Institute. He was an American academic a bit older than her, who took her to the States to help collect songs from the black and white working class. She once played me a 1959 recording of the blues singer Fred McDowell after he'd come in from the farm to record. I asked her what he was like, and she said "Oooh, sex on legs!"

I feel bad I've heard of Alan Lomax but not her. What else did she tell you about gathering those songs?

What no one anticipated was that she had a way in with people. With the best will in the world, a white American man is still an authority figure who represents the oppressive class, whereas Shirley wasn't seen as a threat. People would vouchsafe songs and information to her.

She talked to me about asking to go to the loo at some little shack in the Appalachians. The woman took her out to a latrine, this plank with two holes cut into it, and sat next to her while they took a dump, singing loads of rude songs she didn't want the men to find out she knew.

People would trust Shirley because she wasn't part of the establishment, so by dint of being with her, Lomax got some really amazing work. She's right there at the birth of post-war culture as we understand it really. But in Lomax's account of their journey, all he says is "and I was also accompanied by the young English folk song researcher Shirley Collins".

She was clearly more than a footnote – with such a vast body of work, how did you narrow it down to this song?

It was the first one I heard. I was like that old guy who discovered The Bevis Frond and thought, "I've been looking for this music all my life". Or Frank Skinner hearing the Fall for the first time and buying everything he could find the next day.

But "Cruel Mother" is brilliant. When you hear Shirley sing, you're hearing songs she learned at source from people born in the nineteenth century. It's an incredible act of time travel.

How does she make the songs her own, while still being able to perform them in a sort of ego-less way?

Shirley doesn't allow technique or interpretation to get between her and the material. She tries to just be a conduit. It's anti-performance in a way – she wants to eliminate herself and allow the work to exist without gloss. It's really counter-intuitive to how we think now. I've seen her do a funny impression of people performing songs on things like Britain's Got Talent, the way they flutter their hands and try to act it out. She would never do that. She just stands there.

Sometimes with music we're looking for things that confirm to us we're on track – the subconsciously arrogant part of you wants to be proved right. And I suppose what I like about Shirley Collins is her rejection of performance, and how she lets the work speak for itself. I've spent a long time trying to do the same with stand-up.

“Wichita Lineman” by Glen Campbell

BEST FIT: Jimmy Webb, who wrote this, seemed very self-deprecating about it, he said the line “And I need you more than want you, and I want you for all time / And the Wichita lineman is still on the line” was ‘the most biggest, awfulest, dumbest, most obvious false rhyme in history.’

STEWART LEE: Wow, did he say that? Jimmy Webb's brilliant. I saw him once, playing the Jazz Café. I remember the comedian Richard Herring talked the whole way through it and a lot of people got very annoyed.

What about the first time you heard this song?

It was Urge Overkill's cover on John Peel. There's also a spoken word version by Naked Prey, but it's Glen Campbell's recording that never fails to stop me in my tracks. Webb is one of the great American songwriters, but it's interesting that he needed a Glen Campbell to sort of spoil what he was doing. There's something about the clash of their intent, between what Jimmy Webb thinks he's writing, and what Glen Campbell does with it. I suppose Glen Campbell saves Jimmy Webb from being too clever by half.

"Wichita Lineman" is about a man who fixes telephone poles, and I suspect Jimmy Webb intended it as a vision of loneliness. But Glen Campbell adds a heroism to it: the ordinary American guy getting on with his job. He complicates Webb's lyrics in a really interesting way. Like the song "Galveston" – it was written as a kind of anti-Vietnam war song, but because Glen Campbell is a blue-collar American Christian Republication, he makes it sound triumphant, a soldier coming home having done a good job.

What stands out to you about "Wichita Lineman"?

It's a beautiful piece, with a weird little avant-garde Morse code guitar solo in the middle of it, and a great bassline. But Glen Campbell's not the brightest man in the world, you know. I saw him play this live and when it got to the one note guitar part, which is clearly supposed to be the sound of a telegram being tapped out, he got his lead guitarist to play a really complicated solo. He didn't even understand his own song! He's an interesting character, but an odd bloke.

Does being on stage ever feel like being stuck up that telephone pole?

The stage is actually, to me, a lovely place. Once you've got over the initial fear of stepping onto the stage from the wings, which is like jumping out of an aircraft night after night, then very little can go wrong. At least compared with social situations or having to be out and about in the world.

When my kids were little, there were times I was doing five nights a week at Leicester Square Theatre. I'd pick them up from school, do their tea, try and get them to finish their homework, then at 6:10 I was on the bus and by 7 I'd be on stage with a feeling of "Finally! Some time to myself!"

So is there a kind of comfort in the isolation of performing, and being out of range?

Yeah, because I've got myself into a position where the stage is where I'm happiest. During lockdown, I realised that I struggle with meeting strangers, I don't like being in places with lots of people, having to follow different conversations – I don't even like thinking about what to wear. On stage I can choose to talk to people, but no one can really talk to me. And it might go down badly sometimes, but it's never as bad as things that can happen to you in life.

You've made me realise what I like most about "Wichita Lineman". It's the romanticism of a person struggling on in the face of indifference. I think like "My Way", this song appeals to a man's idea of his own heroism: "No one understands me, and one day you'll see I'm right!" That's how my stand-up character thinks of himself, and it's an increasingly untenable position. He likes to pretend that he's been hard done by in some way, because he hasn't got a 60-million-dollar Netflix deal.

He's the Wichita Lineman. He thinks no one understands him. He resents the success of comedians like Michael McIntyre, in the same way that the Wichita Lineman would probably resent some other telegraph pole repairman who everyone thought was great, because they just got on quietly with the job.

You can really imagine the Wichita Lineman up the telegraph pole, this lone figure with the desert stretching out all around him. What a funny thing to write a song about.

Brighton Psych Fest takes place Friday 30th August. Stewart Lee, Basic Lee: Live at the Lowry will be on NOW TV this summer and his new live show STEWART LEE vs THE MAN-WULF will be touring in 2025

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