I don’t care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
These days everybody’s so concerned with fame and money that they forget that music is infinite, and there are still plenty of great riffs to be written. You just have to enjoy it and keep things simple.
Every time you put on a record or a CD it’s a dimension in time; it’s a piece of time that’s suddenly moved from one dimension to another. A moment in 1927, or a series of moments that accumulated into being one song in 1967, suddenly appears again in 1999 because I press a button. That’s like dying and waking up in another world.