这篇报道里看到的，http://www.theguardian.com/music/2013/apr/07/james-blake-interview-overgrown
the guardian 靠谱吧！自己也承认的，重点看最后几段：
Unusually, hardly any scraps about Blake's romantic life have washed up on the internet. I did find one photograph on Tumblr, showing Blake at a gig with Theresa Wayman, guitarist and singer in American band Warpaint. There's something about their attitude, the two musicians fractionally closer than they might be. Are they a couple? "Oh right," says Blake, who hasn't spoken about this in public yet. "Yeah." They've been together for about two years, he says. He bounced ideas for the new album off Wayman, and she helped him with some of the arrangements.
Did he find that being in love helped him creatively? "Yeah, it did. And the uncertainty also did. The uncertainty of the nature of the relationship. The uncertainty of touring. The uncertainty of the music industry, and the uncertainty of my position in it." He complained about it earlier, the rocky state of commercial music, the sense of being on a doomed ship. Perhaps that's been a strange kind of stimulant too. "I've found that I kind of thrive off not knowing what's going to happen next," he says.
There have been a couple of significant what-next moments since the last album. Not long ago Blake was called round to Kanye West's mansion, to play music and eat chicken and chips. The invite, he says, came out of nowhere, "like a jury summons". And before that, just before he settled down to write the lead song of his new album, he met Joni Mitchell. The singer came to see him at a US gig and bestowed a few wise words, afterwards, as to how he might build a career with legs. It led to the main sentiment of Blake's title track: I want to be around, still, "when everything's overgrown".
As for his relationship with Wayman, he says it's "all good. Lovely." If there's any frustration, it's distance. Blake will soon move into a new home in Camberwell, south London. Warpaint are based in Los Angeles. "Nothing ever comes easy, apparently," he says, frowning. It isn't really a moan, or a dig, not this time; only the rueful observation of a man who misses his girlfriend, currently 5,000 miles away.
the guardian 靠谱吧！自己也承认的，重点看最后几段：
Unusually, hardly any scraps about Blake's romantic life have washed up on the internet. I did find one photograph on Tumblr, showing Blake at a gig with Theresa Wayman, guitarist and singer in American band Warpaint. There's something about their attitude, the two musicians fractionally closer than they might be. Are they a couple? "Oh right," says Blake, who hasn't spoken about this in public yet. "Yeah." They've been together for about two years, he says. He bounced ideas for the new album off Wayman, and she helped him with some of the arrangements.
Did he find that being in love helped him creatively? "Yeah, it did. And the uncertainty also did. The uncertainty of the nature of the relationship. The uncertainty of touring. The uncertainty of the music industry, and the uncertainty of my position in it." He complained about it earlier, the rocky state of commercial music, the sense of being on a doomed ship. Perhaps that's been a strange kind of stimulant too. "I've found that I kind of thrive off not knowing what's going to happen next," he says.
There have been a couple of significant what-next moments since the last album. Not long ago Blake was called round to Kanye West's mansion, to play music and eat chicken and chips. The invite, he says, came out of nowhere, "like a jury summons". And before that, just before he settled down to write the lead song of his new album, he met Joni Mitchell. The singer came to see him at a US gig and bestowed a few wise words, afterwards, as to how he might build a career with legs. It led to the main sentiment of Blake's title track: I want to be around, still, "when everything's overgrown".
As for his relationship with Wayman, he says it's "all good. Lovely." If there's any frustration, it's distance. Blake will soon move into a new home in Camberwell, south London. Warpaint are based in Los Angeles. "Nothing ever comes easy, apparently," he says, frowning. It isn't really a moan, or a dig, not this time; only the rueful observation of a man who misses his girlfriend, currently 5,000 miles away.
