The Point Of Being At

My Selective Memory Of What Drinking Was Like Told Me That Standing At The Bar In A Pub, On A Summer's Evening With A Long, Tall Glass Of Lager And Lime Was Heaven, And I Chose Not To Remember The Nights On Which I Had Sat With A Bottle Of Vodka, A Gram Of Coke And A Shotgun, Contemplating Suicide.

It Sounds Strange For Me To Be Saying This, But I've Come Around To The Idea That Sex Really Is For Procreation.

Although They Can Do It All The Time, You Know, They're Far Better Than Me, On A Musically, On A Theoretical Music Level. You Know, They're Out Of My League.

I Used To Do Crazy Things That People Would Bail Me Out Of, And I'm Just Grateful That I Survived. But The Music Got Very Lost; I Didn't Know Where I Was Going, And I Didn't Really Care. I Was More Into Just Having A Good Time, And I Think It Showed.

One Summer I Remember, I Got Exposed To Chuck Berry And Buddy Holly And Buddy Holly Was A Very Very Big, Made A Very Big Impression On Me. Because Of A Lot Of Things, You Know, The Way He Looked And His Charisma.