I'm Not A Thrill Seeker. I'm Not

My First Visit To West Berlin Was In February 1983. The Drive Through East Berlin, The Fact That West Berlin Was Surrounded By A Wall That Was More Than 100 Miles Long - The Absurdity And Intensity Of It Really Knocked Me Out.

The Visceral Nature Of Hard Rock Music, The Fact That You Can Have This Sledge Hammering Sound - And That You Can Hook A Lyric Up And A Feeling Up To Something And Make The Lyric Jump Into This Machine That Crushes. That Has Always Been Really Attractive To Me, That Kind Of Power.

I Remember When Martin Luther King Was Assassinated. I Was Up Early Watching Television And Watched The Announcement. I Didn't Understand What The Word 'assassinated' Meant.

I Would Like Go To Palestine And Interview People There About What Their Lives Are Like; Same Thing In Iran.

I Guess I Am Famous In A Way. I Would Rather Consider It Recognizable - I Think That Is More Logical. I Don't Feel Famous.