As far as the Animals breaking up - it was my fault. I wanted out. We took it to the max, as far as we could take it. Our reunion tour in 1983 went pretty good until we left America. Then we pushed it too hard and it fell apart.

I did have a life before the Animals, and I'm trying constantly to prove that I have a life after the Animals. People tend to forget that I was the frontman with War for two years. People sort of have compartmental memories.

OK, I've had a life of sort of success, some people know who I am but a lot of people don't. I feel the need to change that still.

I have a life beyond performance. I love it, and it probably is the better part of my life, but I do have another life.

I live my life, breathless... A life of constant motion and excitement. A life that many will envy and most would avoid!

I feel great that I've been given a chance in the golden years of my life. To me, it's the last battle, and I've been given a chance to get stuck in some good armament, some good power, and there's a chance that now I can finish off my working years with my head held high.

Blues was made for the recessed.