If Your Only Arbiter Of Anything Is

With The Internet, Bands Can Come And Go Every Five Minutes And The Music Looks Disposable.

If It All Just Happens Like This For The Rest Of My Life, It's Going To Be One Endless Groundhog Day. I Determined That I Was Not Prepared To Submit To This Regime, So I Thought I Had To Do Something About It.

I'm Very Good At Daydreaming. Ask Any Of My Schoolteachers.

I Shall Refract Myself, Yes, I Shall No Longer Be Known As The Prism.

In The Days When Glastonbury Was An Alternative Festival, It Was Quite Interesting. Now It Is The Most Bourgeois Thing On The Planet ... We'll Leave The Middle Classes To Do Glastonbury And The Rest Of The Great Unwashed Will Decamp To Knebworth And Drink A Lot Of Beer And Have Fun.