Nobody notices me. Nobody thinks I'm me. But then I look less like me than most of the people coming to our concerts.

I had no desire to be famous; I just wanted to make the greatest music ever made. I didn't want anyone to know who I was.

I've got a Facebook page, but I've never put anything on it. I've got a presence on all the social networks, in fact, but I've never once sent a message. I'm there because, otherwise, someone's going to pretend to be me.

Irony is the recourse of the weak-minded wimp, I think. I hate bands that deliver their songs with knowing smiles on their faces, so that if those songs fall flat they can say 'Ah well, we never really meant it anyway.' It's so dishonest.

I'd rather spend my time looking at the sky than listening to Whitney Houston.

See the ridiculous in everything.

I think the rock'n'roll myth of living on the edge is a pile of crap.