

You know how women are when they date – “Try this on, try that on.” I wear something I feel comfortable in. Does he have a stylist? ‘If anybody bought me clothes it was in relationships in New York when I was in college. While David was resplendent in a black suit last night, today he’s in his trademark look: distressed jeans, Union Jack T-shirt, asymmetric Y Project jacket, chunky skull necklaces and rings, hair in a ponytail, strong arms covered in a tattoo that says ‘Rock and roll’.

I’ve never bought a car in my life I’d rather collect property.’ ‘I have flats in New York and Berlin, I sometimes miss being at home because I know where things are there. There are no personal mementos, no groupies. His room – bar the empty cigarette packets (in his dressing room the night before, he had smoked out of the window, waving at fans down below) – is very tidy: he’s a typical Virgo. It was finally mine, and I broke it.’ (Repairs took seven months and cost £60,000.) I was just about to pay the last instalment on the loan.

In 2007 at London’s Barbican, he slipped and fell on the case carrying his beloved £1 million 1772 Guadagnini violin, cracking it in six places. Does he feel it has a gender? ‘Not really. ‘That’s not something I usually like to hear,’ says David, blue eyes twinkling, placing a little cloth over its bottom, and nestling it under his chin. ‘Oh, it’s so small!’ I say, surprised, as its melancholic sound had filled the auditorium. In his room, David carefully takes the violin from its case. We were told it was not possible, but I bought him flowers, and made sure they were delivered to him.’ ‘I wanted to meet him after the show as my 11-year-old friend wanted her violin signed. He feels the music, he reinterprets it so that he is actually shaping it in a new and unexpected way.’Īnd he’s a hunk, too, I add. The way he performs every song, classical or not, is unique. What is it about him that inspires such adoration? Says Stefania, ‘He always recognises the work of the orchestra and the other people playing beside him. I met one fan beforehand: Stefania, a 26-year-old Italian who works in IT, who had flown from Cork to be here, along with her mother, an English teacher, and 15 of her 13-year-old pupils.Īnother fan tells me she has been to every concert David has given in the past three years. David had swaggered onstage, glamorous in a black suit, one hand in his pocket, violin aloft in a wave, and you’d be forgiven for thinking his surname was Cassidy: the audience of mainly women – aged from 11 to over 80 – were screaming. We meet the morning after his concert at the Rai Auditorium. I don’t care about people who don’t take me seriously because of my appearance
