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I've Gone Through Managers Like People Go Through Shredded Wheat. Nobody Looks After You.

The Internet Has Obviously Wiped Music Off The Human Map - Killed The Record Shop, And Killed The Patience Of Labels Who Consider Debut Sales Of 300,000 To Not Be Good Enough.

I Don't Want To Get Too Involved In Marketing Budgets, Online Promotions And Download Set-ups Because It Would Be A Bit Like Gertrude Stein Mapping Out A Tv Campaign. I Want To Sing. I Want Visibility. I Am Essentially Al Martino, Not Seymour Stein.

I Have Seen One Or Two Psychiatrists. They Just Sit And Nod And Doodle.

I've Only Been To Ireland Once, And I Felt I Would Wake Up With Voices In My Head, Almost Like Music, And That If I Were A Songwriter, I Would Be Very Inspired.