I wanted fame, but I thought it would be incremental, and I became afraid of the overnight-sensation thing.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I think fame became exciting for me in the late '90s because I could actually use it as a means to an end. I could actually have it help me serve my vocationfulness.
At first it was exhilarating but when I realized it wasn't going away, it became scary and claustrophobic. Fame is a weird thing.
I've experienced as much fame as I ever want to.
Fame introduced me to a world of instant gratification and decadence I hadn't seen before.
Fame was never something I was seeking in my artistic journey. It's to be used as a tool for an artist to break open doors and keep creating. That's how I enjoyed fame in '74; it was not just for the emptiness of being famous.
I don't think I ever wanted fame.
Fame made me develop a panic disorder.
The fame thing is interesting because I never wanted to be famous, and I never dreamt I would be famous.
I always wanted it, the fame. When it come, I didn't want to let it go.
I had no preconceived idea what fame would be like, because I never thought I would be famous. I just wanted to do my work. Hell, I just wanted to pay my rent on time.