If I started thinking too much about how influential I've been, then I'd be more of a turd than I already am.

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

Pussy power's pulling me down, down, down, down. When it's there and I can't have it, I get real real rabid.

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.

Miami's not anybody's poor cousin. It's an aspiration to live in this town, not something you have to do to promote yourself like some of the larger cities.

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".

Nobody understands me, I'm really sensitive.