I was always accused of being cold and unfeeling. It was because I was intimidated about touching people.
When you are an artist you can turn your hand to anything, in any style. Once you have the tools then all the artforms are the same in the end.
He says he’s a beautician and sells you nutrition, and keeps all your dead hair for making underwear.
In order to look special wearing the chancy unique; it must be worn with your persona, and if the two don’t blend, then the look becomes pear-shaped.
Is it Nice in your snowstorm- freezing your brain? Do you think that your face looks the same?
If it works, it’s out of date.
Bully for you, chilly for me, got to get a raincheck on pain.
Rock’s always been the devil’s music.
I kind of miss that “becoming” stage, as most times you really don’t know what’s around the corner. Now, of course, I’ve kind of knocked on the door and heard a muffled answer. Nevertheless, I still don’t know what the voice is saying, or even what language it’s in.
It’s odd but even when I was a kid, I would write about ‘old and other times’ as though I had a lot of years behind me. Now I do, so there is a difference in the weight of memory.
I find only freedom in the realms of eccentricity...
Wham, bam, thank you Ma’am.
Money goes to money heaven, body goes to body hell.
Secret thinker sometimes listening aloud.
You’d like to know me well, but I’ve got things inside my head that even I can’t face.
Fame puts you there where things are hollow.
I’m gay and always have been, even when I was David Jones.
You go through stages where you wonder whether you are Christ, or just looking for him.
If we could be heroes, if just for one day.
I think it all comes back to being very selfish as an artist. I mean, I really do just write and record what interests me and I do approach the stage shows in much the same way.