The Body Becomes The Carrier For The

Most People Wait For The Muse To Turn Up. That's Terribly Unreliable. I Have To Sit Down And Pursue The Muse By Attempting To Work.

I've Spent My Life Butting My Head Against Other People's Lack Of Imagination.

There's That Kind Of Song, "whoah Baby, I Love You," Which Doesn't Have A Visual Element, But A Very Strong Emotional Element, And These Are The Great Songs To Me - Those Ones That You Put Them On And They Just Make You Feel Great, Or Whatever.

At The End, We're Kind Of Observers - Creative People, I Mean. I Feel Like An Observer, And I'm Pretty Much Able To Step Out Of Things And See How Things Are Playing Out.

An Audience Is The Perfect Thing To Unleash Venom And Hate On. It Doesn't Necessarily Mean You Hate Everyone In The Audience But When You've Got A So-called Adoring Mass In Front Of You, It's A Perfect Target For That Kind Of Disgust. Sometimes You Find Yourself In A Position Where You're Venting Your Disgust On An Audience And A Lot Of Them Keep Coming Back 'cos They Actually Like That Aspect. In A Way That Diffuses The Feeling And You Don't Gel The Same Release.