The woman answering the phone at the Four Seasons in Boston doesn’t pause or betray any interest when I ask for Paul Weller. There’s nary a hint of recognition or excitement as she connects me to his hotel room with a brusque “I’m transferring you now.” As the call goes through, I’m feeling mildly shocked. … Continue reading Paul Weller: The Mod Father
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