He sips a Diet Coke, wears a fetching suit and cheerily acknowledges that most casual observers think he's barmy. "I kind of encourage it," he nods, his voice a lazy western twang. "People can't seem to believe that this sort of absurd imagination that I have hasn't gone away. 'You're permanently drug-damaged, is that the deal?' But I am very normal. I mow the lawn, I do the dishes, walk the dogs, I have a wife. Every other aspect of my life is great and normal and stable and that allows me to be a freak when it comes to music. Just to put it in context, people think I'm some LSD freak, but I've only done it three times, when I was 17. I was so afraid, so scared. It was a fucking mess.

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