Rock's Always Been The Devil's Music.

The Only Art I'll Ever Study Is Stuff I Can Steal From.

Since The Departure Of Good Old-fashioned Entertainers The Re-emergence Of Somebody Who Wants To Be An Entertainer Has Unfortunately Become A Synonym For Camp. I Don't Think I'm Camper Than Any Other Person Who Felt At Home On Stage, And Felt More At Home On Stage Than He Did Offstage.

I Think Music Should Be Tarted Up, Made Into A Prostitute, A Parody Of Itself. It Should Be The Clown, The Pierrot Medium.

My Son's Full Real Name Is Duncan Zowie Haywood. As A Toddler He Was Called By His Second Name Zowie. But It Was Such An Identifiable Name During The Seventies That If I Called Him Loudly In Public Places, Everyone Would Turn To Stare, So I Started Calling Him Joey To Take The Pressure Off. It Has The Same Sound And Number Of Syllables As Zowie. And Joe Stuck For Most Of His Childhood. Now He Has Reverted To His Real Name, Duncan. Haywood Was My Father's Name.

Syd Barrett Of Pink Floyd Was The First Person In Rock I Had Seen With Makeup On. He Wore Black Nail Polish And Lots Of Mascara And Black Eye Shadow, And He Was So Mysterious. It Was This Androgynous Thing I Found Absolutely Fascinating.