Blessed Are The Sat Upon, Spat Upon,

Who's Gonna Love You When Your Looks Are Gone?

When I Was 15, I Made A Solo Record. It Made Artie Very Unhappy. He Looked Upon It As Something Of A Betrayal.

It's Pointless To Be Critical Of Your Stuff Once It's Done. I Don't Spend A Lot Of Time Agonising Over It. It's Of No Importance Once It's Finished.

I Just Said, You Know, This Is A Great Track But This Lyric, I Don't Believe It. It Sounds Like I'm Trying To Say Something, Instead Of It Naturally Coming Out Of Me, Like I Was Saying Something That I Already Knew. Anyway, I Can't Remember What It Was. And Either I Threw It All Out Or I Threw 90 Percent Of It Out, And Kept A Line Or Two. That's Happened A Couple Of Times To Me. Not Too Often, But A Couple Of Times. Very Aggravating When It Does Happen.

The Death Penalty Is Reserved For People Who Do Not