I wanna hear some Diana Ross, I wanna hear some Marvin Gaye. I wanna hear a song that reminds me of a better day.

In the late '70s I started to search for the perfect sound - whatever that might be, before that I was mainly interested in drugs, insanity and the rock'n'roll lifestyle.

The currents rage so deep upon us, this is the age of video violence.

I would like to live to a ripe old age and raise watermelons in Wyoming.

Caroline says as she gets up from the floor, you can hit me all you want to, but I don't love you anymore.

Writhe and sway to music's pain searing with asides, caress death with a lover's touch for it shall be your bride.

Me, I've concentrated on music pretty much to the exclusion of other things.