Onstage I've Been Hit By

I Don't Get My Bliss By Listening Over And Over To People In The Street Thinking, "boy, Is It That Good?" Even Though Every Time I Hear It That's What I Think. But I Get It In Human Situations. There Is This Little Voice That Is Going, "the Reason You're Able To Enjoy Your Life Now Is That You Made It In Rock'n'roll And People Are Giving You Free Visas All Over The Place. Dude, You Are Being Spoiled".

When Punk Began To Be A Genre, People Were Going To Go Out And Try To Mine It. Some Of The Better Groups, Like The Ramones And The Sex Pistols, Were Very Artificial.

I'm Glad I Am Crazy, It Keeps Me Trying. I Despise Trendies, I Know They're Lying.

The Problem Being: For Years I Was Struggling - First To Prove That I Had Any Talent, Then To Create Some Skills And Finally To Fulfil It Reasonably. But Then Once I Got There It Was, "ok. I Did That, But I Want To Be Happy." And That's A Whole Different Deal. It's Kind Of Like A Dance. Being Active Seems To Help. I'm 70, So Sometimes A Little Voice Is Going, "just Take It Easy".

Musical Types Tend To Combine The Burden Of The Author With The Burden Of The Actor.