Paper acts as an eraser on the mind, as soon as you look at what you've written.
In the same way, there is some creature gnawing away inside of me, urging me to do things in different ways.
Why do I even dare to think I could dream I could imagine I could hope?!
If I hadn't done this I might have ended up digging the roads.
You learn very very quickly that it is mostly about swearing, actually. That's all you're doing, swearing, in a box with wheels.
I enjoy performing, always, but when you're taping a gig, you've got to blank out this mass apparatus of self-consciousness that's surrounding you, this invitation to drown in self-consciousness. Otherwise you just won't be able to do anything.