The Society Of Whores Stuck Needles In

Music Is Storming, Driving, Relentless, Devotional, Slinky, Subtle, Heartbreakingly-beautiful Sounds That, Lyrically, Switch From The Cynical To The Sanguine, The Defeated To The Defiant, Dealing In Love, War, Beauty, Children, Romance, Rejection, Pethedine, Poetry, Panties, God, Auden, Johnny Cash, Cold Potatoes, Too-much-money, Not Enough Money, Writer’s Block, Flowers, Animals And More Flowers. But Maybe I’m Projecting Here.

Songwriting, I Have To Take Myself Away From Everybody To Do. It's An Unsightly Act.

I Still Feel Very Much An Imposter In The Whole Music Scene, Which I'm Quite Happy About To Be Honest.

An Audience Is The Perfect Thing To Unleash Venom And Hate On. It Doesn't Necessarily Mean You Hate Everyone In The Audience But When You've Got A So-called Adoring Mass In Front Of You, It's A Perfect Target For That Kind Of Disgust. Sometimes You Find Yourself In A Position Where You're Venting Your Disgust On An Audience And A Lot Of Them Keep Coming Back 'cos They Actually Like That Aspect. In A Way That Diffuses The Feeling And You Don't Gel The Same Release.

Outside The World Of Politics, One Person In The World Of The Arts I Would Mention As An Influence Is Nick Cave, Another Person Who Has Been Around Since The Late 1970s. He Has Developed And Changed Remarkably, Whilst Remaining True To His Vision. He Has Been A Great Help To Me As Well, Without His Knowing It.