Rock and roll is my religion.

I'm a very simple man. You've got to have, like, a computer nowadays to turn the TV on and off... and the nightmare continues.

Suicide is the only way out.

A foolish picture I live in disgust, degradation being eaten by lust.

I was curious, given the swimming pools of booze I’ve guzzled over the years - not to mention all of the cocaine, morphine, sleeping pills, cough syrup, LSD, Rohypnol… there’s really no plausible medical reason why I should still be alive. Maybe my DNA could say why.

In the Seventies I was so scared I wouldn't go on stage.

Let me explain something to you - you have not been standing in front of thirty thousand decibals for thirty-five years - write me a note!