What would you consider to be the "ultimate seal of approval" for a singer? Three nights at Wembley? Madonna trying to eat your brains? The ghost of Johnny Cash silently enjoying your gigs?
Or, maybe, some lukewarm praise from Rod Stewart.
If you're Paolo Nutini - a man whose own management appears to claim always sounds like he's drunk - you'll take what you can get:
He doesn't actually say doing what, though.