I can't draw. I'm good on the yo-yo, but I don't draw.
I think I'm alright as a lyricist, you know? But then what will happen every couple of months or so is that I'll hear a song I've never heard before and feel I've gone right back to square one.
There's something about a Gucci loafer kicking on a fuzz pedal.
It's a very unnatural environment to be in, up on a stage. So you put up defenses to hide. Like looking at the ground with your hair in your eyes, or being tightly wound and quite aggressive and uncooperative, as I used to do.
I am a romantic fool, no doubt about that.
I can be a woodsman if need be. I grew up very close to some forest, and I spent a lot of my formative years up and down trees, fooling around in the woods. I'm no stranger to that sort of landscape.
Rock n' roll seems like it's faded away sometimes, but it will never die.
I get nervous about gigs sometimes, but not with records - I always get excited.
I just don't think I'm equipped to soundtrack the times. There might be someone out there who can do that, but I haven't cracked it.
I know my lyrics might be weird to some, but they're not like that to me because I know where they come from - I know the secret.
I like The Four Freshmen, anything with good harmonies, some Beach Boys. I like the girl groups as well, like The Dixie Cups and all that.
I still very much appreciate the storytelling of the best rappers.
I usually sit around with the guitar in reach and grab it when I get an idea. Sometimes it lasts five minutes, and sometimes it lasts all day.
I'm like the Ben Affleck of crowd surfing.
I'm not even sure where home is. Probably Terminal 5. There is a strange sense of calm about arriving back at Heathrow.
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