If I Had To Depend On What

I Wanted To Learn A Little Bit About Acting, Not Because I Thought I'd Find A Star Vehicle And Set The World On Fire, But I Thought The Discipline Of It Would Be Good For Me. I Met A Good Coach, And I Joined Her Class - With A Lot Of Hungry Young Actors Who Really Didn't Acre If I Was A Rock 'n' Roll Singer Or Not. I Started To Learn To Get A Focus, Without Having To Jump Up And Down Every Few Seconds.

I Don't Get My Bliss By Listening Over And Over To People In The Street Thinking, "boy, Is It That Good?" Even Though Every Time I Hear It That's What I Think. But I Get It In Human Situations. There Is This Little Voice That Is Going, "the Reason You're Able To Enjoy Your Life Now Is That You Made It In Rock'n'roll And People Are Giving You Free Visas All Over The Place. Dude, You Are Being Spoiled".

In 1965, When Great Young White Artists In The English-speaking World Were Successfully Re-channeling Hillbilly And Black Music - You Know Bob Dylan, Ray Davies, Pete Townsend, Keith Richards - They Didn't Get Any Money At First. They Were All Broke.

There Was A Time When I Wanted To Get Out Of The Western World. I Went Down To Grenada And Looked At A Place, And I Realised That If I Lived In A Grenadian Manner I'd Be Nothing But A Blah. I'm Going To Need Constant Bodyguarding, Guns And Money To Join The Community There. Otherwise You Just Got A Bunch Of Fat, Old White People Dying Together, Overeating, Drinking. Not Very Attractive.

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.