I’ve become completely well adjusted to being a cult figure.
I don’t really think about what the subject of my next album will be. I just know that I’m going to make another album.
People think that I work out but it’s all t’ai chi.
I don’t mind a repetitive chorus; I mind repetitive verse. I mean, it’s the same amount of space. Why would you have only three diamonds if you can have six?
I don’t like the word rock opera, but I’m trying to write on that level that’s reserved for plays still, or novels.
You’re a musician: You play. That’s what you do.
But I’m also talented and I know when I created something great and Perfect Night is something great, no doubt, no but.
I don’t think anybody is anybody else’s moral compass. Maybe listening to my music is not the best idea if you live a very constricted life. Or maybe it is.
I wouldn’t want to hear Beethoven without beautiful bass, the cellos, the tuba. It’s very important. Hip-hop has thunderous bass. And so does Beethoven. If you don’t have the bass, it’s like being amputated. It’s like you have no legs.
I always thought martial arts was the most modern choreography we could have right now, and I always wanted to put it to music.
Some even claim that I’m a terror, a dictator and they’re right.
I can concentrate on my art.
I don’t know anyone actually who does care what a critic says.
I don’t know what goes on in the crowd. I’ve had them show up and throw beer cans at me. I caused riots in most of the major cities.
Let’s do what you fear most That from which you recoil But which still makes your eyes moist.
I’m still not sure I didn’t die.
All the people have gone to war leaving no interrogator to mind.
Valium would have helped that bash.
I shot a vein in my neck and coughed up a quaalude.
Over what guilty spirit to not hear the beating, to not hear the beating, but only tears of perfect moan, only tears of perfect moan.