#weller

I wish.

Three possible scenarios in response to Weller flirting hard at Paolo (canon) during his 'I wish I were gay' era:

Paolo, chronic self-denier, was like, I pretend I do not see 😇😇😇 and rejection-sensitive overdramatic Weller eventually gave up. (I can't believe I'm on Weller's side on this, but yeah.) And then Paolo got sad that Weller's music got butch (also canon).

Less likely but plausible scenarios:

2. They did and it was really bad. Because they were IN LOVE, but Paolo (probably a practising bisexual) was horribly self-conscious and trying not to give away that he was in love and Weller (little to no gay experience) was prickly about being a newbie, and it was just horribly, horribly awkward.

I don’t think I’d ever think that. If you look at what he’s just done with that record [‘22 Dreams’]… I was involved in the making of that and I was down at his studio. He was making a record, and I was saying to him, “It’s incredible that you’ve got this far in music and you’re making a record in the style of someone that’s never made a record before. It’s like you literally don’t know what you’re fuckin’ doing.” And he’s like, “[Cockney accent] It’s fakkin great!” And it’s totally inspiring to think that all your heroes from the Sixties, when they got to their fifties, were fuckin’ shit. When was the last time McCartney or the Stones or… Apart from Neil Young who I just think is just fuckin’…[exhales] When was the last time anybody could truly say that Dylan truly made a great album? And I know all these fuckin’ cocksuckers will just go, ‘Ah but what about ‘Thunder In The Mountains’’ or whatever it’s called. It’s just like, let’s be serious about this, you know? But I find him [Weller] and what he gets up to very inspiring! (Laughs) You know he actually called me the other day. We’ve just had a week off – the Bee Gees [the rest of the band] went on holiday to get suntans – and he called me. He turned up here [the rehearsal studio], he’d come to see us rehearse, and he’s going, “Where are you?” I’m like, “I’m at home.” He says, “What are you doing?” I went, “Fuck knows. I’m watching fuckin’ kids television with my son.” He says, “Why aren’t you rehearsing?” I go, “We’ve got a week off”. And he’s shouting, “A WEEK OFF? You’re fuckin’ going on a world tour in two weeks!” And I’m like, “Yeah, I know.” And he said, “You’ve got a fuckin’ week off? Fuckin’ hell man, I can’t fuckin’ believe this! A fuckin’ week off?” And I was like, “Fuckin’ hell, the lads have gone on holiday”. “Fuckin’ hell, I can’t believe that.” So anyway, about six hours later I get a text from him and he’s obviously pissed up. The first gig we do is with him in Toronto at a festival. He texted me back: “I’ll fuckin’ see you lot in Toronto. You better be well rehearsed cos I will be!” He rehearses in the middle of his tours; that’s how fuckin’ seriously he takes it. I was a bit like, ‘Fuckin’ hell, man. Have a day off!’