>Just curious. You probably get this a lot, Nick but >are you the same Nick Lowe, the musician who was once >a member of Rockpile and produced the early albums of >Elvis Costello? Well, yes, I do get this a lot, but there are plenty worse people to be mistaken for. (Punch cartoon from the 70s, man addressing woman at party: "Well, as far as I'm concerned, I AM the Frank Sinatra.") But sadly, I'm no relation to anyone talented. I vividly remember the first time a school chum said, "Hey, guess what, there's a guy in Brinsley Schwartz has the same name as you!" "Ha-ha-ha-ha!" I laughed. "Trying to cash in on my famous name; one day they'll be asking him if he's THE Nick Lowe..." Three decades later later, the jammy bastard still hasn't gone away. Still, I take consolation in the fact that if I was him I'd have to be 55 years old, grey and weathered, weighed down with riches, universally adored, related to Johnny Cash, still basking in critical glory from the best album of my career... Hang on a minute. Still, I bet he hasn't got as many Duos. I have to warn you there's a lot of us about; I still occasionally get e-mail meant for the photo-collage artist, a divorced father featured in a TV documentary about the Child Support Agency, the defeated Natural Law Party candidate for Wrexham, and (most frequently) a Thai Buddhist monk from Wigan, Lancs on whom there seems to be some kind of bounty. (So far as I know these are separate people.) I live in daily expectation of fan mail for the character at the end of The Sot-Weed Factor. Inicidentally, if you have my less famous namesake's rather wonderful last album, the joke about Indian Queens is that Indian Queens is in Cornwall. (If you don't, it's ok to scratch.) Nick (the Unconvincer).