THE MOJO INTERVIEW
UNNERVINGLY TALL AND SLIM AS A RAKE, James Taylor is like an eccentric professor trying to make sense of the spectacular dramas of his life and the bizarre quirks of musical fate that have brought him to this point. Nothing should surprise him any more, but inevitably it does. Peering out of his London hotel window, he surveys Hyde Park and reflects on the miracle that brought him here from New York in under five hours, a record for a sub-sonic commercial flight. “There was this huge wind behind the plane the whole away… it was surreal.” He shakes his head and smiles with disarming warmth. Just another unfathomable event in a mad world that he barely tries to understand any more. A lifelong liberal, it looks at one point as…
