I have no idea why a guy would bring a jar of peanut butter to a concert.

And if somebody's going to produce me, they should be producing my sound for me. And that's something I have to come up with myself.

Cigarettes and coffee, man, that's a combination.

I find it hard to focus looking forward. So I look backward.

I thought that if I practiced doing melodies for a year or so at home, I would learn to think melodically, and when I went to work it would come out, and it did, on this album. What else was important to me...? I spend a lot of time in the grocery store, shopping.

The problem being: for years I was struggling - first to prove that I had any talent, then to create some skills and finally to fulfil it reasonably. But then once I got there it was, "OK. I did that, but I want to be happy." And that's a whole different deal. It's kind of like a dance. Being active seems to help. I'm 70, so sometimes a little voice is going, "Just take it easy".

What the world needs right now... a good, artistic, gothic, terrifying scare