In person, Flynn is a less glossy, more earthy, prospect. We talk during a hectic lunch-hour within a packed rehearsal schedule (he apologises for eating a salad while we chat, and is mortified when a bit of potato flies off the fork and on to the floor). He’s gently dishevelled; the odd button undone on his plaid flannel shirt, the shock of blond hair a bit messy (though not artfully so). His manner is gentle, too; meandering answers appear vague at first, but it’s soon apparent this is thoughtfulness, rather than wariness.
- Holly Williams on Johnny Flynn (x)
The title is a thing that me and my dad had [Johnny’s dad was stage actor Eric Flynn, who died in 2002 - Ed]. We used to go trout fishing a lot and we caught a lot of rainbow trout, but we wanted to catch brown trout because they were quite rare so if we went out for a day and didn’t catch a one we’d say we had the Brown Trout Blues, so it’s kind of a joke that I called it that.
On the song Brown Trout Blues