Later in life, suddenly, if you're an outsider, it's something to be celebrated, I think, rather than getting on people's nerves.

It was the 1950s, you know, and they had a ray gun, which was basically a flashlight with a sort of trigger on it. And it buzzed and a red light, you know, came on. But anyway we all had one - Davy Crockett hat.

My latest theory is that it's - well, I describe it as, like, being in an apartment with kind of thin walls. And in the apartment next door, they've got a radio tuned constantly on - tuned to a really cool radio station. It's on all the time. And you can just hear it coming through the wall all the time.

If anyone comes along, I'm more than happy to welcome them, but I'm not interested in world domination.

I work very hard on getting the songs as direct and examined as I can before I go in the studio.

I love the sound of breaking glass Especially when Im lonely I need the noises of destruction When theres nothing new.

If a hit came along, I wouldn't be unhappy about that. But I'm a bit too old for that now-doing videos and all those types of TV shows. I've kind of done all that, in the '70s.