I don’t perform. Seals perform.
Now this might disturb you, but I find I’m OK by myself; and I don’t need you or your benevolence to make sense.
And though I walk home alone, my faith in love is still devout.
I don’t like myself very much as a person, but I’m proud of what I create.
And if you ever need self-validation, Just meet me in the alley by the railway station.
You made me feel less alone; you made me feel not quite so deformed, uninformed and hunchbacked.
Bob Geldof is a nauseating character. Band Aid was the most self-righteous platform ever in the history of popular music.
I am stuck in the dream of an album that sells well not because of marketing, but because people like the songs.
Pop music has progressed. The singing voice has changed dramatically in pop music, and people now just sing the way they want to, in their speaking voice, instead of putting on some great transatlantic rock and roll sneer.
I don’t think I’ve ever made a conscious effort to alter the sound. I don’t see the point. I have to remain true to how I sing. I’m perfectly happy with what I am. Whatever that is.
The Internet has obviously wiped music off the human map – killed the record shop, and killed the patience of labels who consider debut sales of 300,000 to not be good enough.
I’ve always done quite well as far as the charts are concerned. And yet I always felt I conveyed the spirit of the music I love, which didn’t have any chart success.
Could things get any worse? Why, yes, little one. Be patient.
The brain speculates but the heart knows.
I spend every day apologizing or saying the wrong thing, and I am born sorry.
My notepad resting on my lap takes the scribbles of unspoken truth: effeminate men are very witty, whereas macho men are duller than death.
We watch in order to find ecstasy, for at last we can survive in someone else.
We live in forgotten Victorian knife-plunging Manchester, where everything lies wherever it was left over one hundred years ago. The safe streets are dimly lit, the others not lit at all, but both represent a danger that you’re asking for should you find yourself out there once curtains have closed for tea.
David Bowie is detached from everything, yet open to everything; stripped of the notion that both art and life are impossible.
I understand feminism to be a social savior because it liberates everyone without exclusion, whereas masculinism damns itself by measuring a man’s health by the amount of sexual gratification he receives.