“When they saw you kneeling, crying words you mean. Opening their eyeballs, eyeballs, pretending that your Al Green, Al Green.”

All that matters is getting the songs played well, trying to get them to sound as close to the record live, which isn’t easy, because my music is quite complicated to play.

Antidepressants are very good, but it’s a clinical cosh, really. Sometimes you have to be knocked out, just to stop; when you’re in that state all you want to do is just sleep, and rest your body and your brain.

It may be a coincidence, but from the minute I took anti-depressants, I didn’t pick up a guitar or a pen for seven years.

I have suffered from depression for most of my life. It is an illness.

I always like to tell a story.

To me, style is consistency.

Mental health needs a great deal of attention. It’s the final taboo and it needs to be faced and dealt with.

Let’s just say that back in the old days, sex was available every two feet. But I never made love to anybody that did not want me to.

An 18th century brain, in a 21st century head.

I just think, certainly for live music it should look as good as it sounds.

I am quite an early riser – I usually get up between 5.30 and 6am and take the dogs out.

Achievement results from work realizing ambition.

I want to do a make-up line for men.

I watched Picasso visit the Planet of the Apes, as the masters rot on walls and the angels eat the grapes.

I loved being in a band.

People tend to keep their distance.