I really like individualism based on truth.
Live Aid did feel like one hour's rehearsal after several years, but to be part of Live Aid was wonderful. It reall was.
You can't expect to be the same person you were three years ago. Some people expect you to be and can't come to terms with the fact that if a year has elapsed between LPs, that means one year's worth of changes. The material consequently is affected by that, the lyrics are affected by that. . . the music too.
This week, I'm a gypsy. Maybe next week it'll be glitter rock.
I'm at my best when I'm exhausted and under pressure.
There's a very old recording maxim that goes, 'Distance makes depth. ' I've used that a hell of a lot-whether it's tracking guitars or the whole band. People are used to close-miking amps, but I'd have a mic out around the back, as well, and then balance the two. Also, you shouldn't have to use EQ in the studio if the instruments sound right. You should be able to get the right tones simply with the science of microphone placement.
I'm not a guitarist as far as a technician goes, I just pick it up and play it. Technique doesn't come into it.
On my income tax 1040 it says 'Check this box if you are blind. ' I wanted to put a check mark about three inches away.
There was simply from this quite early age the awareness that the only thing I wanted was to dance.
In a train. . . smash. In his arm her last. . . breath. ' He had loved her. But he hated himself more. Such suffering, so much pain. And he thought it made him hateful. As if suffering was shameful, disgusting, as if pain were a crime. Who can judge another man's suffering?
Reality may avoid the obligation to be interesting, but. . . hypotheses may not.