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I Guess, People Like Myself And Roxy Music That Had A Different Agenda About Taking Up Music.

I'm English. I Can't Accept Happiness That Easily. There's Got To Be A Trick In There Somewhere.

You Write Down A Paragraph Or Two Describing Several Different Subjects Creating A Kind Of Story Ingredients-list, I Suppose, And Then Cut The Sentences Into Four Or Five-word Sections; Mix Em Up And Reconnect Them. You Can Get Some Pretty Interesting Idea Combinations Like This. You Can Use Them As Is Or, If You Have A Craven Need To Not Lose Control, Bounce Off These Ideas And Write Whole New Sections.

The Only Real Failure Is Trying To Second-guess The Taste Of An Audience. Nothing Comes Out Of That Except A Kind Of Inward Humiliation.

We See Each Other [ With Iman Abdulmajid] A Lot. I Couldn't Stand To Be Separated For Months. It Became Quickly Apparent To Me That I Needed To Find A Balance Between My Absolute Work Obsession And A Private Life That We Could Share Without My Disappearing All The Time.