So when I got to 50 I just thought, Hold on: I'm thin. I've got my hair. I'm well off. I survived, you know

Music can't change the world.

Feed the world. Let them know it's Christmas time again.

And whereas women had to fight to find their way into the workforce, men are now fighting to reclaim their place in the family structure.

Well, a sort of epiphany: I was in a great band. And it's very cool to be at 53 and realise that when you were a kid you were in a great band.

It strikes me as being morally repulsive and intellectually absurd that people die of want in a world of surplus.

I was really lucky that I came to puberty at a time when music and politics were completely intertwined