I wanted to make good records. But my problem is I’ve got a low boredom threshold, so I wanted it to look and sound different with each album, which is really tantamount to suicide
People weren’t buying as many records. My record company did not want me. I went through three record companies, went on tour at the wrong time. It destroyed me.
Bipolar disorder, manic depression, depression, black dog, whatever you want to call it, is inherent in our society. It’s a product of stress and in my case over-work.
