He Took It All Too Far, But

My Son's Full Real Name Is Duncan Zowie Haywood. As A Toddler He Was Called By His Second Name Zowie. But It Was Such An Identifiable Name During The Seventies That If I Called Him Loudly In Public Places, Everyone Would Turn To Stare, So I Started Calling Him Joey To Take The Pressure Off. It Has The Same Sound And Number Of Syllables As Zowie. And Joe Stuck For Most Of His Childhood. Now He Has Reverted To His Real Name, Duncan. Haywood Was My Father's Name.

The Only Art I'll Ever Study Is Stuff I Can Steal From.

I Can Ask For Cigarettes In Every Language

I Hate Albums That Are Really Happy. When I Am Really Happy, I Don't Like To Hear Happy Albums, And When I Am Really Sad I Don't Wanna Hear Happy Albums... And I Tend To Gravitate Towards The Lonely And Isolated Anyway When I Write.

The World That I Inhabit In Reality Is Probably Very Different World Than The One People Expect That I Would Be In. It Is Quite Sedate. It's Far Removed From A Lot Of What They Would Feel To Be The Limousine Traveling Rock Existence, Or Whatever.