At university, I had been obsessed with reading about the lives of Rimbaud and Baudelaire, and I was steeped in the crazy poets, and I came to view my early subjects through that prism.

Stages are getting higher and higher, and I'm getting older and older.

I think that all the years of exposure to amps and electricity has altered my body chemistry.

The more walking-around money I have, the less I walk around.

I've probably been spit on more that any person alive outside of, I would say, a member of the prison system.

I spent most of the eighties, most of my life, riding around in somebody else's car, in possession of, or ingested of, something illegal, on my way from something illegal to something illegal with many illegal things happening all around me

How am I going to listen to that horrible noise I make without a gram of coke and a couple of double Jack Daniels?