It's very rare that a song falls from your mind complete.

It's easy to be lazy when there's food lying around backstage or there's a fast-food joint a couple blocks away. But if you walk a little further, ask around a bit, of course there are exciting things to discover.

I'm not a food critic, and I'm not really an authority to write anything on food.

If I was a fan of someone as a teenager, then it's OK for me to feel completely in awe when I meet them.

I'd rather eat a cow-pat on a bun than a bloody McDonalds.

Of course, there's a certain type of person who feels that anything which becomes mainstream has to be rejected immediately. And that's part of the indie-alternative snobbery and hierarchy and elitism.

Arty. To me the word's got as much venom associated with it as 'wacky'.