The old priest Peter Gilligan Was weary night and day; For half his flock were in their beds, Or under green sods lay.
I think there is always that kind of thing when you're opening that you just want to blow the headline band away.
I think you've got to worry when you start flying flags. There's a lot of political connotations that come with waving flags around the stage. But the flag will make an appearance. I think it's more likely to be draped around an instrument than waved around.
I think it's a lot harder when you're opening. You really have to win people over.
I don't even know what success is.
It's a lot easier having a girlfriend in a band than if you were going out with someone that lived in London.
You read some good reviews and then you read a bad one, and the bad one pisses you off but there's nothing you can do. It's just an opinion.
They will endure. They are better than we are. Stronger than we are. Their vices are vices aped from white men or that white men and bondage have taught them: improvidence and intemperance and evasion-not laziness: evasion: of what white men had set them to, not for their aggrandizement or even comfort but his own.
I reckon I can count on 30 more writing years, averaging a book a year (I can't keep up the 2-2. 5 a year I used to do these days). And these days I've gotten round to wondering, for each new idea, "do I want to be remembered for this?" before I get to the point of spending a year on it.
Progress would be wonderful - if only it would stop.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.