I know people who grow old and bitter. I want to keep making a fresh start. I don’t want them to defeat me. That would be suicidal.
I find it hard to take rock groups very seriously or treat them with respect. There is something absurd about these gloomy young men getting together and banging away.
I don’t know how many thoughts we have a second but it’s quite an amazing number and just to pin down the appropriate sequence of those all you really need is a pencil and a piece of paper.
Being big and famous doesn’t get you more freedom it gets you less.