I think people are 'just creative,' and this can be expressed in a number of ways. Bob Dylan and David Bowie create both music and art.
Songs are out there - they're waiting to be grabbed. I start with a phrase, musical and lyrical, words like 'I don't think so' and a nice riff. It rolls from there.
I'm a Gemini, so I have a great time with the other guy.
I tried to emulate my favourite guitar players, the old bluesmen like Blind Willie McTell and Big Bill Broonzy. I used to sit by the record player and copy Chuck Berry and the Beatles. You can never copy someone completely, so you end up developing your own style.
I'm still digging long-established bands like U2 - they're new to me!
Mick has expressed an interest in coming to the gallery tonight because he's seen me behaving myself lately. He is being much more supportive, which is nice.
We got touring with the Stones, and people were trying to keep up with Keith. He's like a human machine with a constitution of iron, and they all thought they could do the same.
I can't be left unsupervised.
I'm more lost when I'm not on tour. I'm in a bit of a muddle at nine o'clock - 'Where's the stage?' On tour, there are people directing and supervising you.
I'm terrible with money, absolutely awful. I'm always losing it.
The blues echoes right through into soul, R&B and hip hop. It's part of the make-up of modern music. You can't turn your back on the blues.
Mick says, Would you join the band? I say to him, Mick, you know I'd be there in a New York minute.
It's an awful world out there. You've got to make people happy.
Having loved the Stones all the time I was growing up, I wasn't about to see them go and split up. It got very close to it in the 80s, when Mick thought that Keith hated him and vice versa.
With every gig we have to prove ourselves better than the night before.
I've always thrived on getting a drive from different emotional circumstances that I'm going through.
I've got an article where my mum says that I used to run home from school to watch the Stones on TV. Right from when I was at college I wanted to be in that band.
Jo left me a few months ago for 10 days. I get this note: I'll come back when the real Ronnie comes back.
It's taken folk a while to come around, hasn't it? Even the boys in the band weren't too sure about the whole art thing. They just wanted me to concentrate on the music. But they respect it now.
My real self is probably more creative and more frightening than any sort of drink or drug-induced state.
