Some are skeptical. My mom thought the guitar was going to fizzle out in two weeks, that it was just a fad-and that was in 1958.

When Jazz broke through in England, I remember sneaking to listen on the radio much to my parent's disapproval.

I like an element of chaos in music. That feeling is the best thing ever, as long as you don't have too much of it.

If you can make it sound exciting with a joke drum machine, you know you've got something.

I play the way I do cause it allows me to come up w/ the sickest sounds possible. That's the point now isn't it?

London is a dead duck, as far as innovative new music is concerned, unless you want to have your head blown off with some outrageous, rubbish, pounding dance music.

That old funny-shaped bit of wood is still staring me in the face every day saying 'come on, you haven't started yet!' It's infinite.