No matter how much you sit there twiddling, going, ‘We’re all doomed’, at the end of the day people will always want to hear you play Creep. Get over it.
When we started off, we wanted the girls, the cocaine, the fur coats. It wasn’t like it was an act; it was almost like working-class people winning the pools. We went bananas.
If everyone in the music business were brutally honest about what their intentions were then you could sort things out, but it’s all smoke and mirrors.
