“They are like my
babies,” he said with a laugh, scratching under a rib on his always shirtless
frame.
“In fact they are
more important to me than my children, if you think about it. Whatta you think
it takes for me to have a kid, like five minutes? Maybe as much as half an hour
if I have been out on it? That’s all I have to do and then without any
more effort, there is another kid, I put more thought into lunch.
The interviewer
shifts uneasily in her chair, “But women carry your child for nine months, you
have five!”
“But they don’t have to think about it! That stuff is all auto-pilot. They are not dreaming up a baby. And even if they were, it’s been done before, they’re not inventing a baby!”
He adjusts himself
in his leather pants.
“My new self titled album, which I have been
working on for two years, that is really my child, clearly more work and
thought has gone into it than any baby. I put my soul into that, it is art, it’s
me.”
“I have it here,” the interviewer says holding
up a disc that reads Conceit.
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