We got touring with the Stones, and people were trying to keep up with Keith. He's like a human machine with a constitution of iron, and they all thought they could do the same.

During the Eighties, when I was hurting for money, I thought, "Hang on a minute - I can paint." I was living in New York and I thought it would get the grocery money coming in, and it escalated from there.

I used to worry, 'I've lost my family.' They hated me for a while, but they're very resilient.

Let's face it: I paint well. I know it, you know it. There's no arguing really, is there?

I will miss a good friend who was so talanted. He was such agreat performer/ guitar player. Sleep well Prince.

I just think my body can't handle it any more. I did try a little drink a while back, and I was actually physically ill. I went into an immediate depression, and felt awful, just dreadful. So that's it. I'm over it now.

In my family, they were all big boozers, but they all lived to ripe old ages.