Rock in the mainstream culture has lost a lot of its mojo.
I don't wanna play this kind of cartoon character anymore.
I had such a big mouth for so long that it doesn't faze anybody anymore.
I've rarely done anything that's overtly self-destructive without consciously knowing what I'm doing. And then of course, the astute journalist jumps forward and says, "Why are you being calculated?" Calculated seems to assume a sinister intent. My intent is always for artistic effect.
For a 6-foot-3 guy with no hair and a whiny voice, I've done all right.
Being overly identified with [a certain period of time] becomes a noose around your neck, and people don't want you to grow up, they don't want you to change, they don't want you to evolve.