He may be too busy or too lazy, but Wainwright has opted not to write an autobiography, as many of his singer-contemporaries of a certain age appear to be doing. Instead, he tells us in the promotional blurb to his new album, he’s attempted to give us a potted version of his life story in a single three-and-a-half minute song.
That song, the jazzy In The Here And Now, is full of the typical wit and self-deprecation that’s been a hallmark of his music since the early 70s, but there’s also a tangible sense of the relentless onslaught of ageing throughout the record. The title refers to the fact that, while his celebrated journalist father died just before his 64th birthday, Loudon himself turned 65 last year.
There are serious points made in the gentle strum of Over The Hill and the piano-based spoken-word lament The Days We Die, but a, shall we say, more laissez-faire attitude to mortality on the creaky-bodied catalogue My Meds and the hilarious Dame Edna Everage duet I Remember Sex (“That thing we used to do/Where you’d lay down and I’d lie on top of you”). Growing old a little disgracefully, but with more than a smidgen of wisdom.