I don't care about the rules, if I don't break the rules at least 10x every song then I'm not doing my job.

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.

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?

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

Nowadays music is as disposable as a McDonald's wrapper.

It's a diabolical business. I can't imagine how hellish it must be to be hounded like Amy Winehouse and people like that. I have a little peripheral place on the outskirts of celebrity, when I go to premieres and that sort of stuff, which is as close as I want to get.

I do hear snippets on the radio. I do hear a little bit of me, sometimes great chunks of me. But I have to take that as a compliment; there's no way you can get sour grapes about that. But if somebody starts taking your whole new thing lock, stock, and barrel, and do their own version of it before you do it, that's not on.