When I'm dead, I want to be remembered as a musician of some worth and substance.

When I'm dead, I want to be remembered as a musician of some worth and substance.

We're a bit flashy, but the music's not one big noise.

One night Roger was in a foul mood and he threw his entire bloody drumset across the stage. The thing only just missed me - I might have been killed.

And, we have no such thing as a budget anymore. Our manager freaks when we show him the bill. We're lavish to the bone, but all our money goes back into the product.

What will I be doing in twenty years' time? I'll be dead, darling! Are you crazy?