I May Cry Ruining My Make Up,

Like When I'm Singing Live I Can't Hear Myself. I'm Just Listening To The Rest Of The Band. To Listen To My Voice, It Doesn't Even Feel Like It's Me.

I Love Visual Gags And Gimmicks; I Love Them.

Worst Music Ever Sells Millions. The Worst Music With The Shittiest Lyrics. The Fact Is That They Pay Radio Stations To Put It On The Radio, Then You've Heard It A Million Times When You're Driving From Your Shitty Job To Your Shitty House. It's Indoctrination, It's Sad.

There's Time Limits On How Long People's Attention Spans Will Work. There's Six Weeks In Each Territory That You're Really Famous, Then You, Thank God, Disappear Again.

I Think That It Depends What You Mean By Successful. If You Mean 'make Money' You Need To Be Part Of The Machine Unless You're One Of Those Superhuman People Who Can Do Everything By Yourself, And Have Workaholic Tendencies And Really Good Advisers And A Good Investor.