Some visualize the Pistols era in shades of black and white. It wasn't. Actually, the colors I envision are neon or army dirt green with fluorescent pink--anything that would annoy."

I have one major problem with the internet: It's full of liars. There doesn't seem to be any way to answer to people lying about you.

You can't arrest me, I'm a rockstar.

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

Words cannot express quite a lot of feelings, whereas a noise or tone or drone or sound, an accordion falling down a staircase, can somehow capture an emotion much better.

I always knew the Sixties wasn't a revolution. It really was just a bunch of university students with wealthy parents having fun.

Stroll into work at 10. Lunch from 12 till three. Leave work at five. That's living!