My identity shifted when I got into recovery. That's who I am now, and it actually gives me greater pleasure to have that identity than to be a musician or anything else, because it keeps me in a manageable size. When I'm down on the ground with my disease-which I'm happy to have-it gets me in tune. It gives me a spiritual anchor. Don't ask me to explain.

I was like a clock that had exploded- my springs were hanging out, my hands were cockeyed, and my numbers were falling off.

You know I love pot, and I love beer, but I am totally sober, just because it completely stopped working for me.

My sobriety isn't up for discussion, but as for vices, I seem to hack away at them with my invisible machete from dawn till dusk. The vice of 'more' is an ongoing theme.

The thing about drugs and sex is that you lose all your inhibitions. I've had sex in trains, planes, wine bars... and quite a few car parks!

Fresh air makes me throw up. I can't handle it. I'd rather be around three Denobili cigars blowing in my face all night.