I would never get married in a conventional way; I'd have the 'Curb' music as the union music.
I guess I would call my music 'blues punk.' There's a lot of influences.
We've worked very hard as a band and would like to think we've got this far on the strength of our music.
I'd hate to have to leave music, but if I got stuck some place, I would.
Music is such an intensely personal thing for me, and I knew if I was going to do it, it would be in my own way.
The music of the Gypsies belongs in the sphere of improvisation rather than in any other, without which it would have no power to exist.
I have got other interests than just making music. I would like to follow those interests through.
Music is so 100 percent for me that the idea of giving that up in any way, shape, or form would be terrifying to me.
Why would you choose being bitter over choosing to make music? Being bitter is gross. It doesn't amount to anything.
I would like to be known as an 'artist'. Whether that be music, acting, sketching, cooking, whatever. I'm interested in all of those things.
I never advise anyone to sacrifice something else because of music, but then I don't see why they would have to anyway.
However, in modern conceptual frameworks there is a more sophisticated view. I would say that the act of music exists in several worlds simultaneously.
I was never worried that synthesizers would replace musicians. First of all, you have to be a musician in order to make music with a synthesizer.
Whether or not I would be able to be an actor without the music I'm not sure, but I feel pretty lucky to do it.
I had a sense of debt to the medical profession and to surgery particularly. I would not be as ambient as I am without it.
I would do nearly anything for a laugh, to tell the truth. And I'm a particular favourite with young men with earrings.
I'll do shoes for the lady who lunches, but it would be, like, a really nasty lunch, talking about men.
To die for an idea; it is unquestionably noble. But how much nobler it would be if men died for ideas that were true!
It is an interesting question how far men would retain their relative rank if they were divested of their clothes.
I suppose I would like to be remembered as one of the funniest men that people have seen on television.
If you've attended the Cordon Bleu, you would know that no woman is supposed to be a chef - only men.
