I Get To Sit At Home With

I Don't Really Even Go Out That Much Now Except To Walk My Dogs, Because I Don't Want To Be Recognised.

Fame Made Me Develop A Panic Disorder.

I'm 39, And I Would Like To Be Able To Make Great Pop Music For Another 20 Years. And It Feels Like Creating A Sort Of Inanimate Blond Bob And Allowing Other People To Play The Role Of The Pop Singer, It Affords Me A Little Bit More Freedom In Terms Of My Expiration Date.

Worst Music Ever Sells Millions. The Worst Music With The Shittiest Lyrics. The Fact Is That They Pay Radio Stations To Put It On The Radio, Then You've Heard It A Million Times When You're Driving From Your Shitty Job To Your Shitty House. It's Indoctrination, It's Sad.

When People Say, "show Your Face, You're Not Ugly." I Want To Say, "i Know. I'm Not Doing It Because I Think I'm Ugly; I'm Trying To Have Some Control Over My Image. And I'm Allowed To Maintain Some Modicum Of Privacy. But Also I'd Like Not To Be Picked Apart Or For People To Observe When I Put On Ten Pounds Or I Have A Hair Extension Out Of Place." Most People Don't Have To Be Under That Pressure, And I'd Like To Be One Of Them. I Don't Go On Twitter. Because When People Say Things Like, I Don't Know, "i Hope You Get Cancer And Die," It Hurts My Feelings.