DAVE EDMUNDS: GIMME INFORMATION PLEASE!

A dreary late afternoon in Poughkeepsie, New York. This scrutinizing interviewer catches up with Dave Edmunds five days into his American tour. At 5:30 p.m., Edmunds is just about waking up after a night spent out on the town with Stray Cat Brian Setzer, “up to no good” in the wilds of Long Island, searching for the Amityville Horror house until all hours of the morning. Hey, that’s the Rock ’n’ Roll Life.

Another part of the Rock ’n’ Roll Life is The Interview. The Interview, in this case, starts while bouncing along a back road on the way to yet another interview at a local radio station (doing an interview on the way to another interview must seem a bit like receiving an additional sentence while already serving time). Once you get past the thousand varieties of the word “yeah” that Edmunds is wont to use—and you can get past that—there comes the realization that the man is actually fun to talk to. Thoughtful, wryly humorous and playful, with a charmingly modest demeanor, he listens carefully and always looks you straight in the eye (as you can tell if he ever takes off the nearly omnipresent sunglasses). And he isn’t