My Sexual Nature Is Irrelevant.

Of Course, We Found Out Later Syd Barrett Had Mental Problems. But There Was Something So Otherworldly About Him. He Was Hovering, Like, Six Inches Above The Ground.

The Media Is Either Our Salvation Or Our Death.

I'll Paint You Moments Of Gold, I'll Spin You Valentine Evenings.

I Guess A Certain Contingent Of The Musicians In London At The Beginning Of The '70s Were Fed Up With Denim And The Hippies. And I Think We Kind Of Wanted To Go Somewhere Else.

I Probably Also Wanted To Be Black At That Particular Time [ 9 Years Old] As Well.