Fame Made Me Develop A Panic Disorder.

I Have Social Anxiety. It's Easier Up On Stage Because There's Security In Being There. When I'm Off Stage I'm Trying Not To Be A Manic Freak. I'm Quite Shy.

I Hope I Am A Psychotherapist's Dream. I've Spent Enough Hours In Therapy.

I Think That It Depends What You Mean By Successful. If You Mean 'make Money' You Need To Be Part Of The Machine Unless You're One Of Those Superhuman People Who Can Do Everything By Yourself, And Have Workaholic Tendencies And Really Good Advisers And A Good Investor.

Worst Music Ever Sells Millions. The Worst Music With The Shittiest Lyrics. The Fact Is That They Pay Radio Stations To Put It On The Radio, Then You've Heard It A Million Times When You're Driving From Your Shitty Job To Your Shitty House. It's Indoctrination, It's Sad.

I Get To Sit At Home With The Dogs On The Sofa, Record In A Closet In The Office, Send Them Off And, If I'm Lucky, Make A Million Dollars.