My Mom Was A Saint. She Taught

Onstage I've Been Hit By A Grapefruit, Beercans, Eggs, Spit, Money, Cigarette Butts, Mandies, Quaaludes, Joints, Bras, Panties, And A Fist.

If I Had To Depend On What I Actually Get From Sales, I'd Be Tending Bar Between Sets.

I'd Come Home From School Alone With Those Teenage Blues And I'd Put On Frank Sinatra's It Was A Very Good Year. Here Was This Mature Man Singing About The Cycle Of His Life, And As A Kid I Felt The Emotions Of It Already. It Has Since Been A Touchstone For Me Whenever I Want To Experiment Musically.

Well, After Zombie Birdhouse Came Out, I Toured Behind It In The Fall Of 1982, Into The Spring, And In The Summer In The Far East. At That Time, I Found My Work Self-referential; It Was Getting To Be Rock Songs About A Rock Singer Who Lived A Rock Life On The Rock Road, And I Was Starting To Wonder What I Would Be Like To Rent My Own Apartment, What It Would Be Like To Have A Checkbook.

The Most Successful Stuff Is Sold To You As Indispensable Social Information. The Message In The Music Is, 'we Are Terribly, Terribly Slick And Suave, And If You Listen To Us, You Can Probably Get A Leg Up In Society, Too.'