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

Second only to the sea, the Miami sky has been the greatest comfort in my life past 50. On a good day, when the wind blows from the south, the light here is diffuse and forgiving.

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

I was a pretty nice kid. Kind of quiet, but quiet in terms I wasn't going out and setting fire to anything. I had a big mouth and I was creative type, you know.

I like music that's more offensive. I like it to sound like nails on a blackboard, get me wild.

Living in England was wonderfully civil and easy-going.

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