I'm Not Saying I'd Already

For My 21st Birthday, I Think My Mother Wanted To Give Me A Watch, Or Something, You Know, Some Kind Of Traditional Thing. And I Said, "well, If You're Going To Buy Me Something, There's A Gibson Melody Maker Guitar Advertised In The Paper For 60 Dollars. Do You Think I Could Have That?" And I Think That She Was Very Disappointed That At 21 I Was Still Messing Around With That Sort Of Thing. She Didn't Understand What It Was All About. But Now She Understands It, And Likes It.

I Don't Really Go Out To Clubs, But If I Did, I'd Just Want To Go Rock Out With My Mates Or Whatever.

I've Done Lots Of Songs For Film Soundtracks And Things Like That-stuff I'm Not Ashamed Of, But That Doesn't Represent My Legacy With The Pretenders...i Think Domesticity Certainly Doesn't Make It Easy To Write, You Know, Because You've Got A Lot Of Distractions And I Think A Writer Is Always Looking For Distractions.

How Much Did You Get For Your Soul?

The Cliché Of That Sort Of Wasted, Renegade, Drugged-out Musician Of The '70s Is Kind Of Dead And Gone Now. And I Suppose That A Lot Of People Still Keep Relying On That, Or Some Kind Of Image To Perpetuate Something That They Think They're Supposed To Sound Like. But That Kind Of Takes You Away From Real Inspiration And, You Know, Real Artistic Discovery Of The Individual.