Critics Like Elvis Costello Because Critics Are

Of Course Building A Kitchen Makes All The Symmetric Sense In The World Because Everybody's Burning Calories At 120 Beats A Minute. You Could Even Register It On A Graph At The Dj Booth. "how Fast Are They Burning Calories, Sir?" "126 A Minute." "are You Sure?" "oh, I'm Very Sure." You Can Meter That Out.

I Am A One-trick Pony. If You Tell Most People To Draw A Picture Of A Tree, They'd Draw 35 Branches And 10,000 Leaves. I Will Draw You A Tree With Four Branches And Three Leaves, And I'll Spend The Rest Of The Week Drawing Inside Of Each Leaf. In Terms Of The Grand Gesture, I Reserve That Maximum Turbo Blast Energy For What I Do As An Artist, And I Sing And Dance For Dinner.

In Front Of The Camera And In Front Of The Lens, There's No Lawsuits, There's No Agent, And There's Most Frequently No Time Limits... There's A Longevity That's Kind Of Built Into It. I Spend Most Of My Time Behind The Scenes, And When It Is Time To Perform, I'm Genuinely Delighted To Do It.

You Want To Know If We're Animals? When I'm On Stage With The Volume Rippling My Body Like A Glass Of Water And Thousands Of People Are Generating Heat In My Direction, There's No Time For Thought. My Basement Facilities Take Over Completely. Sure It's Animal. People Might Like To Talk About Art, But Look Where Art Is, In The Gutter.

It Doesn't Matter The Kind Of Music, It Doesn't Matter Whether It's A Cowboy Hat Or A Yarmulke. I Don't Care If It's Outer Space Or Pop, The Spirit Is The Same.