I'm a Gemini, so I have a great time with the other guy.
There's a basic rule which runs through all kinds of music, kind of an unwritten rule. I don't know what it is. But I've got it.
I go off into Dublin and two days later I'm spotted walking by the Liffey with a whole bunch of new friends.
Let's face it: I paint well. I know it, you know it. There's no arguing really, is there?
The last show we played, I was straight as a die. It did feel weird not to be hiding behind alcohol or dope, but being focused was... good.
When I'm left on my own I'm my own worst enemy.
I just think my body can't handle it any more. I did try a little drink a while back, and I was actually physically ill. I went into an immediate depression, and felt awful, just dreadful. So that's it. I'm over it now.
We're great, Jo and me. We're pals, and I guess sex has a lot to do with it. She's also brilliant at clearing a room. So protective, so devoted. I can't believe how much she loves me.
I can't be left unsupervised.
What can I say, I'm an alcoholic. It's what I do.
I always want to rock.
I like it when journalists are nice to me, and it's happening more and more.
I love to go to Ireland just to relax.
I'm terrible with money, absolutely awful. I'm always losing it.
Mick says, Would you join the band? I say to him, Mick, you know I'd be there in a New York minute.
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