My Mom Was A Saint. She Taught

I Always Went In With A Very Specific Idea Of The Sound I Wanted, And Once I'd Recorded I'd Try And Make It Sell As Much As I Could, But I Only Went In Thinking Of A Sound I Wanted. So, It's No Surprise To Me That He Got The Hit And I Didn't. But What I Realized Was That He Did Dress It Up Nicely, And My God, He Does Sing On Key Well.

My Mom Was A Saint. She Taught Me To Be Terminally Nice.

I Wasn't So Stupid That I Didn't Realize The Implications Of What They Were Saying. In My Live Work I Was Going For The Quick Thrill, Rather Than Spending Time Concentrating On My Voice. I Figured I'd Get On, Make As Many Quick Movement As Possible, Dance My Ass Off For Five Minutes, Move Into The Insult Portion Of The Evening, And Then, At The End, Create Some Kind Of Chaos Until The 55 Minutes Were Up.

The Rock 'n' Roll Hall Of Fame Was A Great Idea When It Started, But I Think They Ought To Close It, I Think It's Full.

There Are No Pimps, No Whores, No Transvestites - Gone. Now That's More The Culture I'm Comfortable In ... I Don't Like It In The House, You Know What I Mean, But I Like It Somewhere Around.