Well, it only dawned on me about six months ago that not everybody’s against me all the time. It was something of a revelation.
Have I told you I have cancer? It’s a very special kind of cancer. Cancer of the soul.
I think a lot of tunes can suffer from being so simple, so either they get over-complicated or their simplicity means the simple way to lay them down becomes the difficulty.
So ultimately, it’s idealistic to think that artists are able to step away from the power of the media and the way it controls things, and go on doing their own things.
Music is more difficult – try naming a political band. The Dead Kennedys. The Dead Kennedys are political, but they are more funny than they are political.
Coming from Britain, I was terrified of meeting all these other artists, because artists over there tend to fight with each other a lot, the premise being that there’s not enough room for everybody.
It is difficult to make political art work.
If the media spotlight affects my work or represses what I want to say in the future, then it is bad.
People sometimes say we take things too seriously, but it’s the only way you’ll get anywhere.
If you’re bored of the songs, you’re bored of the songs. There’s not much you can do.
I’m actually an athiest. That’s kind of deep you must admit.
If we got into a situation where people start burning our records, then bring it on. That’s the whole point. The gloaming has begun. We’re in the darkness. This has happened before. Go read some history.
We don’t have to stand on a soap-box and preach because hopefully we’re channelling it through the new record.
We didn’t start out to make a protest record at all. That would have been too shallow. As usual, it was simply a case of absorbing what’s going on around us.
Well, I’ve been reading a lot about the fifty years since the Second World War, about Western foreign policy and all that. I try not to let it get to me, but sometimes I just think that there’s no hope.
I didn’t ask to be Thom Yorke. Thom Yorke asked to be me.
When I was four I read the story of horton hears a who and I cried. I wanted to eat that elephant.
I’m terrified of lasagna. I think it was to eat ME!
I wear my pants on my upper torso to be abstract and different.
Where are you sleeping tonight? Face down in the mud? That’s a British tradition: Take acid and fall asleep in some field.