I'll Be The In To Your Sane.

When I Was A Kid It Was Big News When Someone Flew Around The World In A Little Aeroplane, But Nobody Cared When I Did It. Then, To Rub Salt Into My Wounds, The Customs People Ripped My Aeroplane To Pieces, Looking For Stuff.

Album Sales Have Collapsed, With Few Artists Making Money From Albums; Touring Is More Lucrative. But I'm 53 Now And Won't Be Able To Tour Forever, So A Logical Step Is To Get Into Writing Film Scores. Trouble Is, You Need To Be Somewhere Which Has A Big Film Industry - Another Reason Why I'm Thinking About Living In California.

I Have One Brother, John, An Airline Pilot, Who Is Seven Years Younger. He's Adopted, Though We're Still Blood Related - He's My Cousin. My Parents Couldn't Have Any More Children After Me, So When Dad's Brother Died, They Adopted John, Then Just A Baby.

I've Got Asperger's Syndrome And I'm Not A Very Good People Person, So I've Always Been More Comfortable Around Machinery. Not In A Weird Way - I Don't Want To Marry My Car Or Anything Stupid Like That!

I Sometimes Wonder If I Might Be A Bit Of A Disappointment To People, Because They Are Expecting All These '80s Hits And What They Get Is A Dark Industrial Wall Of Noise.