I'm not blowing my own trumpet here, but I made a rap song 20 years ago with Afrika Bambaataa.

Heaven is on this earth. There are no angels on the clouds with twanging harps... That's just another man's fantasy.

If I'm left to my own devices, I will be tempted to make the most unlistenable music possible.

Love is 2 minutes and 52 seconds of squelching noises.

You know, I've been to some superstars' houses, and I've been really disgusted when I see their platinum discs hanging in the toilet. They're just there on the walls glaring at you when you're trying to be occupied with other things.

Only the fakes survive.

You'll find that empty vessels make the most sound.