I Don't Care Who I Play To,

I'm Not A Rich Man, And Greg Lake Is Certainly Not. I Don't Know How He Can Survive. I Don't Know How He Can Be That Suicidal. But Having Said That, I'd Love To Be There To Help Greg.

I Don't Care Who I Play To, As Long As They Enjoy Listening To What I Play.

Ive Broken My Nose, Ive Broken Ribs. You Name It. In Fact, We Just Got Back From South America, And I Fell Over A Monitor Speaker On The Stage And Almost Ended Up In The Front Row Of The Audience. I Managed To Sprain My Wrist On That One But Luckily Nothing Was Broken.

To This Day, H.r. Giger's Work Remains Distinctive In Every Sense. He Is Frighteningly Unique.

I Was Always Playing The Hammond Organ Back To Front Even During The Days Of The Nice, Going Back To 1968. Really What I Was Doing There, Was Choosing Notes At Random And Trying To Make Some Sense Of Them, Improvising Back To Front.