I'm Not A Misogynist, So You Can

One Thing That I'm Really Interested In Is The Kind Of Esoteric Detail That Surrounds These Great Figures. And Wikipedia Is Full Of That Kind Of Stuff, Whether It's True Or Untrue. It Staggers Me: Why, In The Short Space Assigned To A Person Or An Event, That Kind Of Random Information Is There. To Be Honest, That's Wonderful Fuel For Songwriting.

There Are Methods To Creating A Mayhem That Sounds Different From Your Usual Mayhem. Because Mayhem And A Heavy Drum Backbeat End Up Sounding Like Green Day Or Something. But If You Put A Different Beat Within It To Create Some Air And Lightness, The Chaos Comes Through Better.

I Was About 12 Years Old And I Was Sitting Watching The Television And It Was Some Kind Of Talent Show, You Know, And On Marches This Monkey, This Ape, In A Pair Of Red-checked Trousers With A Little Matching Jacket Holding A Ukelele And It Started Jigging Around Playing It, And It Was Looking Straight Into The Camera, Straight At Me, And I Remember Thinking, That's It, That'll Be Me, You Know, That'll Be Me.

There's An Element To Songwriting That I Can't Explain, That Comes From Somewhere Else. I Can't Explain That Dividing Line Between Nothing And Something That Happens Within A Song, Where You Have Absolutely Nothing, And Then Suddenly You Have Something. It's Like The Origin Of The Universe.

Sorrow's Child Grieves Not What Has Passed, But All The Past Still Yet To Come.