The comedian has just released his debut album. He discusses songwriting, his recent memoirs, the problems with modern politics and why we all need to open up
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n a muggy summer day, Adam Buxton is talking me through the songs on his debut album, Buckle Up. “There’s one on there called Standing Still,” he says, “which was written when I was feeling absolutely bleak and lost and is about opening a packet of pasta when all the pasta spills. I thought: ‘You can get a joke in there about being a fusilli billy and maybe that will distract a bit from the more earnest and pain-laden lyrics about how, every morning, I drink a cup of tea and it helps me with all the thoughts I have to smother.’”
What are these thoughts? “I get overwhelmed by the world and, the worse the news gets, the harder it bites,” he says. “I get existential fear and I think I should go and join Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF) and work with them. But then, is that really the best use of my talents? My wife is like: ‘Please don’t join MSF. It’s really helpful to have you around here. And, also, I think you’re good at doing your podcast and that helps people.’”
Buxton, 56, cuts a pensive figure as he strokes his grey-streaked beard. He has travelled to the Guardian’s London offices from his home in Norfolk, where he lives with Sarah, their three children and their dog Rosie, who regularly features on his podcast. The Adam Buxton Show began in 2015, the year that his longstanding comedy partner, Joe Cornish, went off to make movies. During Covid, at a time when people were more isolated and atomised than ever, Buxton’s gentle, affable chat won a vast and loyal fanbase.
