I Know What I Want To Get

I Remember One Particular Occasion When I Hadn't Played A Solo For, Quite Literally, A Couple Of Months. And I Was Asked To Play A Solo On A Rock & Roll Thing. I Played It And Felt That What I'd Done Was Absolute Crap. I Was So Disgusted With Myself That I Made My Mind Up That I Had To Get Out Of It. It Was Messing Me Right Up.

I Always Felt If We Were Going In To Do An Album, There Should Already Be A Lot Of Structure Already Made Up So We Could Get On With That And See What Else Happened.

I Have A Voracious Appetite For All Things, Worldly And Unworldly.

Sometimes, I Must Admit, I'd Like To Have A Second Guitarist Onstage With Me, But It Wouldn't Look Right. I'd Like To Play For Another 20 Years, But I Don't Know... I Just Can't See It Happening. I Don't Know Why. It's A Certain Foreboding... A Funny Feeling... Vultures.

There Are Very Few People I Can Call Real, Close Friends. They're Very, Very Precious To Me.