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I Would Be More Familiar With Janet Jackson Than I Was With The Teardrop Explodes Or Joy Division, Because I Didn't Want To Listen To My Competitors For Fear Of Nicking Ideas Off Them.

Both Me And My Wife's Extended Family All Live Within A 50-mile Radius. Like Me, A Lot Of Them Did Time In London Then Started Drifting Back To The Countryside And The Sea. Perhaps It's A Homing Instinct.

The Further I Get From The Things That I Care About, The Less I Care About How Much Further Away I Get.

There Were Only Two Times In My Life When I've Actually Felt Down About Things And Gotten Myself Into A Full Mental Mess. One Of The Times Was In 1982. I Had A Horrible Time For A Few Months And Felt Pretty Desperate. Then Again In 1984, For Various Reasons, Not All Of Them Within My Control. Since Then, I Just Wander In And Out Of Black Moods.

I Don't Care Where The Cure Is Placed In The Pantheon Of Rock. I Don't Care If We're Perceived As Relevant. We're Never Worried How We Fit In. I Don't Even Want To Fit In.