I think a domestic situation can change you and your attitudes. I suppose if you did get a bit content, then you might not write savage lyrics.

Painting is similar to music. You get a couple or words or notes or chords that excite you, and you just follow them and add a bit more and see where it takes you. That's the thrill for me. It still is a thrill, which is amazing after all this time.

My dad, bless him, was a musician. And his dad had thought that his music was rubbish.

Domesticity is the enemy of art. I don't know if that's true. You can write good happy songs. So, I don't think it's necessarily happiness. But I think self-satisfaction is maybe the enemy. It's kind of better to think, "Tomorrow night I'm gonna sing it better." There is this forward effort. It feels to me right, it feels human.

Alas, it looks like those unsubstantiated rumours about me are about to come true after all this time.

When we were kids growing up in Liverpool, all we ever wanted to be was Elvis Presley.

Every time I felt low, I just put on an Elvis record and I'd feel great, beautiful.