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Nick's monologue
transcribed by Jason Creed (from "The Complete home recordings" bootleg)

Um, good evening...or should I say, good morning. The time is twenty-five to five, and I've been sitting here for some time now, actually...(?) from a party which I quite enjoyed, but you know, it's... One has one's reservations when one has quite enjoyed oneself, but one has to make reservations because, um, the people were particularly interesting. In fact, there wasn't as many people there as I expected there to be, it was, I thought...you know, the Maynard-Mitchells have a big, big 'do', in fact there weren't nearly as many as one might have thought, which was, which was a pity.
    In fact, I think I must have drunk a lot, or although it seemed so, at the time I felt myself quite sober, but when I leapt into the car to drive home, after my merry abandon, I found the task extremely difficult. And it was extremely fortunate that, um, there was nothing else on the road because, looking back at it, I seem to remember I had a mental brainstorm, and I didn't realise at the time, and I think I drove the whole way home on the righthand side of the road...which is something, of course, which comes from driving in France too much, which is what I've been doing recently, as you probably know...driving in France, you know. And in moments of stress, such as was this journey home, one forgets so easily, the lies, the truth and the pain...and so I'm wavering from the point...
    What I was trying to say...um, when I sat here I had an extremely pleasant time on the piano actually. I was playing the piano and sort of singing, and I rather fear I may have kept people awake upstairs...one hopes not, but it was pleasant, and it's extremely pleasant sitting here now, because I think there is something extraordinarily nice about seeing the dawn up before one goes to bed, because there's something uncanny about it, when it suddenly becomes light, because one connects darkness with going to bed, surely...um, and when one is still up when it becomes light, and it's a new day, and you still haven't gone to bed, to sleep, because the night equals sleep, so easily, and when one is still up when the new day begins, it is something of an (achieved?) experience, I always find.
    I can look out of the window now, and that tree over there is green, whereas before one goes to bed, just when one goes to bed, that tree should be black, surely. Everything should be black before one goes to bed, but that is surely the essence of the romantic.
    Anyway, I think I'm straying from the point. I shall probably stop now because, um, if I don't I shall start sort of surrealating on life histories and things, which will be frightfully tedious. So it's here that I'll sort of say good night, you know... Good night.

А вот из интервью Дэвида Сандисона из Island:

Jason Creed: Why do you think Nick sold so few records?

DS: Partly because he didn't, he wasn't capable of, or couldn't do that promotion thing that you just have to do. You've got to be real about it, and the fact of the matter is if you're not out there... even if he'd been doing small gigs with a manageable number of people, which probably would have doubled or tripled sales, and word of mouth would have done a bit more as well but, you know, how many gigs did he play in his life? There weren't any radio stations that were going to play him. John Peel played some stuff, but where else were he going to be played? It was severely left field in commercial terms, so there was nothing really that Island... I mean, okay, Island could take out adverts, but adverts are only part of a jigsaw which includes live performance and interviews and radio play, and three out of four of those were missing. Because the one interview I managed to persuade him to do with Jerry Gilbert, the fact that Jerry got two or three paragraphs out of him was amazing, a triumph of skill over reality. In the half hour that we sat in that café, I would think Nick probably said a dozen words. We finished up like two idiots sort of blithering at him. Jerry would spend two minutes asking him a question that demanded an answer, and Nick would say "yes" or "no" and then hum a bit and stir his tea and maybe sort of start a sentence and then kind of give up. Witchseason were amazed that he agreed to do it. I met him at the Queen Elizabeth Hall when he opened for John and Beverly Martyn, at a backstage party afterwards, and I said, you know, that the show was really nice, and he sort of said "thank you" and then wandered away. And I just thought, well okay, because I'd seen the set and I'd heard the albums, so I didn't expect him to throw his arms around me and say "thank you very much", because, again, during the show I think if he introduced one number he certainly didn't do anymore than that, and he didn't even say "thank you and goodnight". But, you know, Gabrielle says "that's not the way I remember it".