The Moment That You Impose Your Will

Shaving Your Head Is Acceptable. It's When You Start Wearing Toupees And Brushing Your Hair Over That Things Go Wrong.

La Is Such A Crumbling Mess Of A City. Basically In All My Years Of Travelling, I Haven't Found Another City In The Western World That Interest Me As Much As Los Angeles - Which Might Sound Like Heresy, But Most Cities, History Has Already Happened And The People Living There Are Sort Of Living On The Bones Of The Thousand Years Of History That's Already Happened There. Whereas La Is Always Reinventing Itself.

Have I Dated A Supermodel? Of Course Not. I'd Look Ridiculous.

As Music Became More Profitable In The 1990s, It Seemed Like It Attracted A Lot Of People Who Were Just Interested In The Financial Aspect Of It, Which Is Depressing.

In 1992 I Was Doing One Of My First Ever Tours And I Was In Heathrow Airport And I Saw These Middle-aged Musicians Who Had Clearly Been On Tour For Decades, And They All Looked Haggard And Unhappy And Unhealthy. I Vowed To Myself That I Would Never Be That Person. Flash Forward 20 Years And I Found Myself In Heathrow Looking Haggard And Unhappy And Unhealthy. I Decided I Would Rather Spend My Time Staying Home Working On Music And Making Dinner With Friends, Instead Of Spending Six Months In A Hotel In A State Of Depressing Suspended Adolescence.