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At the Travis show in Washington Fran stumbled in the middle of his patter between songs and looked at his watch. "My son is calling. My god, what is he calling for? Never mind. It's fine" he said, and went on.
A few seconds later he stopped again. "Ah fuck, my son is calling. Hold on, I've got to--" he tapped his watch and held it to his face. "Clay, darling? I'm in a concert. I'm on stage, in Washington DC. Can everyone say hi to Clay?" The crowd dutifully roared hi. "Alright, I love you. Now, darling? Get off the phone."
Travis is skulking in a corner of Los Angeles’s Ocean Way recording studios. Each member is sucking on a triumphant fag apiece. They’re bandying about potential titles for their newly completed album. The very last backing vocal was recorded mere minutes ago. And MP3 files of the new music are at this moment bouncing across satellites to their record company in London.
“We’re going to call it Jobby Delight,” laughs bass player Dougie Payne.
“Everyone thought it was Afterglow, but that’s out,” says Fran Healy.
“Actually, it’s called The Man Two,” Payne tells me, angelically. He is lying through his teeth. Finally, Healy himself comes clean. The record will actually be called The Invisible Band–this is an arch poke at those who think he is the main man of the band, simply backed by jobbing minstrels. It’s also a yearning for anonymity, for the music to speak for itself.