And If Somebody's Going To Produce Me,

I Was A Pretty Nice Kid. Kind Of Quiet, But Quiet In Terms I Wasn't Going Out And Setting Fire To Anything. I Had A Big Mouth And I Was Creative Type, You Know.

I Wanted To Learn A Little Bit About Acting, Not Because I Thought I'd Find A Star Vehicle And Set The World On Fire, But I Thought The Discipline Of It Would Be Good For Me. I Met A Good Coach, And I Joined Her Class - With A Lot Of Hungry Young Actors Who Really Didn't Acre If I Was A Rock 'n' Roll Singer Or Not. I Started To Learn To Get A Focus, Without Having To Jump Up And Down Every Few Seconds.

Well, After Zombie Birdhouse Came Out, I Toured Behind It In The Fall Of 1982, Into The Spring, And In The Summer In The Far East. At That Time, I Found My Work Self-referential; It Was Getting To Be Rock Songs About A Rock Singer Who Lived A Rock Life On The Rock Road, And I Was Starting To Wonder What I Would Be Like To Rent My Own Apartment, What It Would Be Like To Have A Checkbook.

And It's A - It's A Term That's Based On Contempt; It's A Term That's Based On Fashion, Style, Elitism, Satanism, And, Everything That's Rotten About Rock 'n' Roll.

In 1965, When Great Young White Artists In The English-speaking World Were Successfully Re-channeling Hillbilly And Black Music - You Know Bob Dylan, Ray Davies, Pete Townsend, Keith Richards - They Didn't Get Any Money At First. They Were All Broke.