And If Somebody's Going To Produce Me,

I Think That Prosecuting Some College Kid Because She Shared A File Is A Lot Like Sending Somebody To Australia 200 Years Ago For Poaching His Lordship's Rabbit. That's How It Must Seem To Poor People Who Just Want To Watch A Crappy Movie For Free After They’ve Been Working Themselves To Death All Day At Tesco Or Whatever, You Know.

Pussy Power's Pulling Me Down, Down, Down, Down. When It's There And I Can't Have It, I Get Real Real Rabid.

Sex May Be A Little More Factual Than Love. You Know Whether It's Good Or Bad. You Know Whether You Liked It Or Not. You're Not Going To Change Your Mind About It Ten Years Later.

I Thought, "wow, It Sounds Really Stoned Anyway." It Sounded Good To Me. I Found Out That There Was A Lot In There. What All This Comes Down To Is I Was Just Trying To Get In Touch With Myself. And I Met Some Interesting People In New York Who Weren't In Show Business. I Even Got To Know My Dentist.

My Parents Wanted To Light My Artistic Candle. But Over Time, The Definition Of 'the Arts' Began To Stretch. And As I Got Older, They Suddenly Realized, Oh, My God, We're The Parents Of Iggy Pop.