Living, It's Awful For Me.

I Look Thuggish When I Shave My Head And Wear Big Boots. I Walk Into A Newsagent And People Think I'm Going To Jump The Counter.

But Everyone I Know Reaches A Point Where They Throw Out Their Arms And Go Beserk For A While; Otherwise You Never Know What Your Limits Are. I Was Just Trying To Find Mine.

I Had No Desire To Be Famous; I Just Wanted To Make The Greatest Music Ever Made. I Didn't Want Anyone To Know Who I Was.

Nobody Notices Me. Nobody Thinks I'm Me. But Then I Look Less Like Me Than Most Of The People Coming To Our Concerts.

I Lose Myself In Music Because I Can't Be Bothered Explaining What I Feel To Anyone Else Around Me.