I'm Proud Of My Kids,

Ive Broken My Nose, Ive Broken Ribs. You Name It. In Fact, We Just Got Back From South America, And I Fell Over A Monitor Speaker On The Stage And Almost Ended Up In The Front Row Of The Audience. I Managed To Sprain My Wrist On That One But Luckily Nothing Was Broken.

I've Gone Through Hell And Back.

I Don't Care Who I Play To, As Long As They Enjoy Listening To What I Play.

I Consider Everything I Compose A Gift.

At The Isle Of Wight, The Sound Went Out And Kind Of Kept On Going. And I Wasn't... When I Came Off Stage I Was Kind Of Unhappy About How We Had Played. But Now, I Listen Back To Those Recordings And It's Not Bad.