Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart.
Who told you I was a musician?
Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome, dreaming empty dreams. Weary. Weary at the close of day, wondering if tomorrow brings me joy or sorrow.
The only thing that interests me is history - reviewing the past and making something out of it.
I'm sad and blue, about nobody but you. I told you that I loved you right from the start, you told me the same and now you try to break my little heart.
I extract what I consider the best material from different sources. But often the material I perform comes from a very strange location in history, which are minstrel shows.
The blues ain't nothing but a good man feelin' bad.
All the records I've made have pretty much been big club turntable records. You need to feel the rhythm.
As humans we speak one language.
We never really tried to shock for shock's sake on 'Family Guy. ' If something was horribly offensive and shocking we would put it in if it was also hysterically funny.
I'm interested in language. We used to call it the War Office. Then it became the Ministry of Defence. We used to talk about the hydrogen bomb, now we talk about a deterrent. And the language is very cleverly constructed to give the impression that it's not what it is.