I went to these mixers, you know, where you're supposed to meet people. And sure enough, some guy asked me for my phone number. but at the end of the evening he gave it back.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Well, if I called the wrong number, why did you answer the phone?
As an individual I was known as the DJ or the mixer.
For a while, even in the house of good friends for dinner or for cocktails, they would really be upset. They thought I had single-handedly destroyed the best phone service in the world.
I have a home phone number, and I like it! It's like a throwback already.
Thinking of that movie 'The Artist'; if anyone ever needed to reach anyone, I'm just thinking they didn't have cell phones, they didn't have Internet, they didn't have email, so I always wonder how it was back then where you had to be home if you needed to get a phone call; otherwise, people couldn't get a hold of you.
We went to - I guess it was a legitimate boiler room, and I sat in front of this guy who literally was on the phone with two people at once. They call it double fisting.
I never was for telephones. Just don't like them, that's all. Anybody wants to talk to you, they can come to see you.
I've never given my phone number to someone on the street, but when someone is a gentleman, I appreciate the compliments.
The minute they gave me number one, I went to the studio. I was ready to give y'all something else. I was going 120 miles an hour.
I never answer if someone knocks on my door and only the band and my manager have my phone number. In any case my phone doesn't ring so I never notice it. I occasionally just walk past and pick it up to see if anyone's there.