There's a character that I play onstage, and I can't let him loose in the supermarket when I'm buying my beans on toast.

Being in a band didn't buy me my beans on toast!

You really only understand whether a song's good or not when you properly play it out in public for the first time.

Before the Apocalypse, the closest I'd gotten to death was buying steaks at the supermarket.

Fiona fixed a slice of bread to the toasting fork and held it out to the flames. So began the ritual. Hot butter melted off the slices of toast and dribbled onto their fingers.

Outsiders. He had this weird contraption of a drum kit where he was playing half with a tambourine in one hand and the floor tom between his legs -- just to experiment with different ways of setting up.