Race Car Hearts frontman CHRIS PERRIN is 34 and lives in Southsea. His band release their debut single, Mother Midnight, on Monday, recorded with Greg Haver (Manic Street Preachers, Super Furry Animals).
What would be your ideal weekend destination?
New York City. It’s by far the most exciting place I have ever visited.
Not counting your loved ones, who would be your dream companion?
I’d like to walk the streets with Matt Berninger from The National as I love the way he writes about life in New York. You get a real sense of the romance and the struggle.
What music would you take with you?
I wouldn’t need to take any music as there are so many cool bars and music clubs to check out.
As a city, it’s steeped in so much musical and cultural history, and it continues to be one of the leading places in terms of new sound and vision.
What about something to read?
Love Goes to Buildings on Fire. It’s an amazing book about the musical styles and scenes that were reinvented in New York during the 1970s.
What would be your ultimate way to relax?
I tend to relax more when there’s a lot going on around me, places where I can take a back seat and become a spectator.
I’d probably head to a bar on Bleecker Street, settle down in the corner with a beer and soak up the sounds.
If money were no object, which shop would you head for?
Oh, guitar shops, always! I own a few already but each guitar has its own unique effect on the way you play. Each guitar has its own songs to offer.
n What’s your all-time favourite film?
E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial. It has everything: humour, magic, suspense, sadness, joy, and hope… oh, and great theme music.
We’re buying the drinks tonight. What’s your poison?
Depends on where we’re drinking, but a good wine never lets me down. I can drink a lot of it without having too much of a hangover.
What are you doing this weekend?
I’ll probably take my Bedford Rascal out for a spin, tweak a few ears, nibble some cake, have a strum on my guitar.
What’s a favourite local
destination for a weekend day out?
I like to put my iPod on shuffle and take a slow walk along the seafront, from Eastney to Old Portsmouth, stopping for a few drinks and something to eat, then heading back home through the town.