Kate Mossman is the New Statesman's arts editor and pop critic.
Everyone knows the dangers of starting a conversation on a long-haul flight, but I felt more inclined towards the man in the black fedora.
It takes charisma to pull off abandoning hits halfway through.
Glen Campbell’s daughter says, “Dad, she’s come 5,000 miles to see you!” I add, “How sad is that?”
As the end of the year approaches, Kate Mossman rounds up the best new releases.
The singer on Donald Trump, grass-roots rebellion and why Jeremy Corbyn can't win.
Moby, the vegan king of chill-out pop, talks wealth, David Bowie’s hat and the average intelligence of his fellow Americans.
Back in the Land Rover, doors locked, we watched the action begin. . .
"I should have cancelled but there was not a chance in hell. The shit I went through on that last tour. I have earned this grey hair."
It wasn’t what I’d imagined a wasp attack to be like. It was so quiet; they were too busy to buzz.
Björk's new experiment takes music of claustrophobic unhappiness and shifts it into a relentless, dynamic world.