Sunday with Maverick Sabre: ‘I’m at a fancy farmers’ market by 10am’

The musician on techno walks and late-night Irish pubs
Michael Segalov
Sun 9 Jan 2022 06.45 GMT

Sunday morning? If you’d asked me three years ago, I’d have been up at 1pm, then straight to the pub to drink all day with friends. Since Covid, I’ve had a new dawn. Now I’m at a fancy farmers’ market by 10am for a fresh coconut and health food wrap. Don’t get me wrong, I still love the pub. I’m just trying to be more balanced.

Do you work? Music is a 24-hour business for me; it doesn’t stop for weekends. The other week we did a live session in Abbey Road Studios. It was all quite last minute, so I spent my whole Sunday rehearsing. I like making music any time the world feels quiet, Sunday included. I can just lock into the sound, uninterrupted.

How do you relax? Watching movies, either at the cinema or on my projector at home. Outside music, film is where I turn for relaxation. And with food: I’m vegetarian these days– I try to eat healthier. Through childhood it was always a chicken roast, but now you’ll likely find me munching a beet wellington.

Do you exercise? Again, lockdown changed me. I stopped playing football at 16 and didn’t exercise again until Covid. I can’t stand running, so I started taking daily techno walks: old-school heavy tunes in my ears, I march briskly to the music. There was a point last summer when I’d shaved, had a strong moustache, and sweated a lot – I looked like Robert Carlyle in Trainspotting.

Sundays growing up? I went to Catholic school like most kids in Ireland, but we weren’t religious – church was for weddings, funerals and Christmas. Mostly, I remember Irish TV. We only had four channels – there were cowboy films dubbed with Gaelic, and lots of strange 1970s reruns.

Sunday nights out? I used to go out raving on Sunday nights – that’s when some of the best underground spots were open. They tended to be pretty good, from what I can remember. Now you’ll probably find me at one of London’s late-night Irish pubs. If I can face starting the week feeling ropey, why should Monday morning stop me?