I Shoot My Big Mouth

The Voice Of God, If You Must Know, Is Aretha Franklin's.

Of Course I Have Regrets; I'm Not Stupid.

The Way I Choose To Show My Feelings Is Through My Songs.

My Father Belonged To A Commune, And The Food Was Ghastly. My Idea Of Food Hell Is The Salad Cream They'd Pour All Over Bits Of Lettuce, Cucumber And Tomato. It Was Just Disgusting.

The Equipment You've Got Really Dictates What You're Going To Do. When I Started Touring, There Were No Monitors, So I Had To Take The Sound From The Hall, And Of Course It Was On A Delay, So I Would Sing, And Then I Would Hear It Back, But Later. It Was Very Weird.