I went to Paris in 1989 when the Americans didn't quite know what to do with me at first. Now, all those years later, it's kind of the same story. Not the same scenario, but kind of the same story.
God forbid you sing about love. It's a lost concept.
After listening to "Machine Gun" I have to take a nap.
I identify more with women than with men. I guess I have a strong feminine side.
I don't pull, I just receive.
I didn't really listen to rock 'n' roll until I moved to LA. We would ditch school, go get high, put on Zeppelin IV and just bug out.