The Real Color Of My Hair Is

When You Grew Up Like Me And My Four Brothers, You End Up Feeling Somewhat Inadequate, Like Somehow You Don't Count.

I Find Lady Gaga Hilarious. And I Kind Of Like Her. My Heart's Warmed To Her.

I've Never Told Anyone This. But I Suffer From Terrible Stage Fright. True. You Can't Tell Though, Can You? Unbelievable, The Panic. I Nearly Die Of Fear Before I Go On Stage. Something Wicked. I Can't Eat A Thing The Day Before A Gig. It'd Make Me Vomit.

You Gotta Bear In Mind, The Youth - And This Is Just In Britain Alone - Have Nowhere To Go In The Evenings. They've Closed All The Social Centers. There's Not Even A Patch Of Grass To Kick A Ball On.

You Have Moments Of Grief In Life, And If You Can Put Pen To Paper And Capture That, That's Something Wonderful. I Can Revisit Actual Songs About Past Deaths, And I Know That Emotion Is As True Now As It Was Then.