I'm Not Blowing My Own Trumpet Here,

I Always Knew The Sixties Wasn't A Revolution. It Really Was Just A Bunch Of University Students With Wealthy Parents Having Fun.

Love Is Two Minutes Fifty-two Seconds Of Squishing Noises. It Shows Your Mind Isn't Clicking Right.

Here's How I Understand Music. If You Can Play The Same Bunch Of Noise Twice, It's Music. To Go Beyond That Is Supercilious And Pontificating.

Punk Was Never About One Particular Clean-cut Imagery... It's About Many, Many Individuals Coming Very Loosely Together.

I Hate The Technological Rip-offs That Pass For Music Formats These Days, And Go Back To Vinyl To Hear A Good Record Because The Sound Is Always So Much Fuller. I Don't Even Like Listening To Music In The Car.