There's enough music in the world. There are enough rock stars.

Is it worth the aggravation to find yourself a job when there's nothing worth working for?

I don't live to work; I work to live.

I'm a massive fan of the Stones, and I don't think anybody should deny them the right to carry on making music. I just wish they wouldn't wear leggings.

I've grown to love California: It's the dream of every English musician to come here and work in the sunshine. To walk up Sunset Boulevard, knowing you're going to make music - that's it.

There was a euphoria in the music and the way it was delivered, and, as the crowds started to get bigger, it fed off itself until it became less about the band and more about being with all those people, jumping up and down, drunk to the music.

I'm embarrassed when I see Brits abroad; they have their tops off, wear flip flops, and shout at the top of their voices.