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I Don't Get My Bliss By Listening Over And Over To People In The Street Thinking, "boy, Is It That Good?" Even Though Every Time I Hear It That's What I Think. But I Get It In Human Situations. There Is This Little Voice That Is Going, "the Reason You're Able To Enjoy Your Life Now Is That You Made It In Rock'n'roll And People Are Giving You Free Visas All Over The Place. Dude, You Are Being Spoiled".

When Punk Began To Be A Genre, People Were Going To Go Out And Try To Mine It. Some Of The Better Groups, Like The Ramones And The Sex Pistols, Were Very Artificial.

I'm Not A Singer, A Walking Instrument Like Aretha Franklin. When You Get An Iggy Pop Record, You Don't Get "iggy Sings." I Am Also A Style Of Music, An Approach.

I Was Feeling That I Was The In The Dead-end Circuit From 1980 To 1983, And I Didn't Know What Else To Do. I Remember Doing A Show In Some College Town, In A Tiny Club, And Afterward Some Fans Came Back. I Thought I Had Done Good Gig And They Were Going To Tell Me That.

I Stayed In L.a. Long Enough To Get On My Feet, And Then I Moved Back To New York. The Reason I Moved Here Was That I Don't Feel Warm Outside Of A City; It's Too Barren In The Suburbs, And L.a. Is A Suburb. Here, It Felt Active.