“Oh, you know,” she says with a hint of a sigh, “I couldn’t talk about any of that stuff.
Mainly because it’s just a part of my past and there were other things that were much more problematic about the whole situation.
But first, there’s a boil to lance: Crow’s former fiancé, Lance Armstrong.
The couple dated for almost three years between 2003-2006. But the shadow cast by the super-cyclist’s much-belated admission of illegal doping is long.
And the memory of his televised “confession” to Oprah Winfrey a year ago feels fresh. I guess if I was married to a famous person, perhaps I wouldn’t get asked about it.
On Sheryl Crow’s farm, sipping PG Tips in the singer’s Mc Mansion-like home, there are many things to discuss.
Things such as this 50-acre spread half-an-hour’s drive from Nashville, the result of a 20-year career in which she has sold upwards of 35 million records.
Or her new album, which is the nine-times-Grammy-winner’s first country collection.
Or her battles with breast cancer and a brain tumour.
Is it, I wonder, frustrating to Crow that she is forever dragged back into the controversy surrounding her ex? And she said, ‘No, you’re a woman, and people always want to know what you’re wearing and what was he like.’ ” For the record, the lean, glowing Crow is dressed down in tight jeans and loose blouse.
Her hair is, by her own cheerful admission, rather like that of her great friend and mentor Stevie Nicks – in the Fleetwood Mac singer’s Seventies glory, all feathered and flouncy.