Hey man, I gotta straighten my face. This mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place.

The name Bowie just appealed to me when I was younger. I was into a kind of heavy philosophy thing when I was 16 years old, and I wanted a truism about cutting through the lies and all that.

When I'm stuck for a closing to a lyric, I will drag out my last resort: overwhelming illogic.

I'd rather stay here with all the madmen than perish with the sadmen roaming free.

Strung out on lasers and slash back blazers.

You can't go on stage and live - it's false all the way. I can't stand the premise of going out in jeans and a guitar and looking as real as you can in front of 18,000 people. I mean, it's not normal!

Some of us, I think, us small, pompous arty ones probably read too much George Steiner and kind of got the idea that we were entering to this kind of post-culture age and that we'd better do something postmodernist - quickly, before somebody else did.