Who is enya dating

23-Sep-2020 03:33

I am sitting on a plump sofa in the Dorchester hotel facing Enya, whose own sofa is quite rightly even plumper, and I tell her that, having read up on her these past few days, I have come to the conclusion that she is that rarest of things: a genuine enigma.

No matter how much one reads about the so-called Queen of New Age music – she sings in English, Latin and Gaelic, and always as if in the midst of a blissful daydream – the woman herself remains steeped in mystery.

"I've been told I have a cross-generational appeal," she says, "and that people who used to like 'Orinoco Flow' are now playing my music to their children.

I've been very lucky." Her new album, Dark Sky Island, is her first in seven years. It's quite hard to have someone accept that – well, not that they are second to the music, but that I do need a certain amount of space for it.

Hers is the purest voice this side of angels, but Enya has a distinct advantage over the angels: she exists.

Each album has sold remarkably well despite precious little promotion, and a curious refusal to tour.

It might even be better fortified – and with good reason, for Enya attracts stalkers.

There have been several disturbing incidents: a self-harming Italian fan roaming its perimeter; and two separate occasions when fans managed to penetrate the castle's walls.

She insists that such dramas have not made her shun the limelight. In the early days, I think I was probably afraid of losing myself and I needed to keep my feet on the ground.In that regard, I haven't changed."Enya sits with straight-backed poise on an antique chaise longue.She has a nice, eager-to-please smile, a quiet voice and big, almost spookily staring eyes.They are leaning towards the music, or to me, for other reasons.They need help." She cannot say much more on the subject, because the problem is ongoing. "The police are investigating." Perhaps this is partly the reason why she doesn't tour, and keeps public life to a minimum, a recluse seemingly content to make, time and again, music perfect for sun salutations and downward dogs. Not classes; I have an instructor that comes to me.

She insists that such dramas have not made her shun the limelight. In the early days, I think I was probably afraid of losing myself and I needed to keep my feet on the ground.In that regard, I haven't changed."Enya sits with straight-backed poise on an antique chaise longue.She has a nice, eager-to-please smile, a quiet voice and big, almost spookily staring eyes.They are leaning towards the music, or to me, for other reasons.They need help." She cannot say much more on the subject, because the problem is ongoing. "The police are investigating." Perhaps this is partly the reason why she doesn't tour, and keeps public life to a minimum, a recluse seemingly content to make, time and again, music perfect for sun salutations and downward dogs. Not classes; I have an instructor that comes to me.Her appearance and manner is stylish and expensive, yet also old-fashioned and quietly conservative.