Jarvis Cocker, lead-singer of one of my favorite bands, Pulp, has a solo album out. It’s quite good. That has nothing to do with what I’m posting, which is this:

Pitchfork: You enjoyed a few years of being a working musician and songwriter rather than a public figure and having to go through this promotional cycle. Have you enjoyed swinging back into this process, having your name in lights and on a record?

Jarvis Cocker: Because I haven’t done it for a while, I’ve been able to kind of appreciate it. But I’ve been leading quite a domestic existence for the past four years. To think of going out on tour and stuff like that actually seems quite a good laugh; compared to child care, it’s easy. So it’s been interesting, you know, like, a couple years ago I went to the Brit Awards for the first time in 11 years, and–

Pitchfork: They didn’t invite you back right away I guess?

Jarvis Cocker: No, but, it’s just kind of– sorry, I’m eating a bit of chocolate now, keeping the blood-sugar levels up. Is that a big craze in America?

Pitchfork: Chocolate?

Jarvis Cocker: No, people in England have developed this massive obsession with blood-sugar levels.

British rock stars sit around eating chocolates and trying to keep their blood-sugar levels up. I love them.

Update: I just got to the end of the interview, and he’s still eating!

I feel I’ve got a vague idea of what I’d like to do next. But I haven’t done it yet, so it’s pretty hard to talk about it, I suppose.

Sorry, I’ve been eating a lot of nuts during that.

Pitchfork: I was worried it had been 45 minutes of nothing but chocolate.

Jarvis Cocker: No, I’ve moved on to almonds. Have you been feeling sick through the whole interview then, thinking he’s laid there…

Pitchfork: Right, you’re on the couch with bon bons or a box of Milk Tray talking about your sluggish output.

Jarvis Cocker: No, I was eating nuts…I’ll dispel that unpleasant image from your mind.