Whats finally made quirky pop icon Jarvis Cocker come over all mellow?
He has a grand life, does Jarvis Cocker. He lives in a Paris apartment with his French stylist wife Camille and their four-year-old son Albert, maintains a London bolt hole in bohemian Hoxton, and only does the work that interests him. He’s recognisable enough to attract comments from people in pubs, acclaimed enough to be curating this year’s Meltdown music festival at the Southbank Centre in London, and is the subject of a South Bank Show profile on ITV1, but he’s anonymous enough to walk from home to our interview without wearing shades. He has changed very little since his glory days with his band Pulp. The uncombed hair is the same length, there’s no extra meat on his bones and the spectacle frames, which he has a habit of slowly pushing up the bridge of his nose when he needs extra thinking time, could have been bought at any time over the past 20 years. Despite the hits, the notoriety (more of which anon) and an advert for BT, he claims that he’s not particularly well off. “I’m
