Whistling tunes we're kissing baboons in the jungle.

Holding still for a moment, what a moment this is, Oh for a moment of forgetting, a moment of bliss

Everybody nose dive, hold your breath, count to five. Back slap, booby trap, cover it up in bubble wrap. Room shake, earth quake, find a way to stay awake. It's going to blow, it's going to break, this is more than I can take.

Dream big and surround yourself with brilliance, even if you end up dressed up like a flower or a sexually transmitted disease.

I try when I'm writing to fill my head and my ears with all sorts of stuff and then let it settle and filter through. At a certain point it seems like fruitless activity because you're taking a lot of time and not seeming to get anything. And then, slowly, you realize you've actually digested elements and that your thinking is being freed up and the way you build up compositions is changed as a result of what you've been listening to.

I think it is the weak and the young and the minorities that you need to look after to get a healthy creative environment - to get a lot of choices, a lot of different styles of music, a lot experimental stuff that everyone else feeds off.

Yeah, in the digital world, it is so much easier to put stuff out without a great deal of paraphernalia and fanfare.