When I look at all the posters and set lists on my walls, I wonder who I’d be if they weren’t there. And the truth is, I’d be empty without them.

There are a thousand memories on my walls that are stored in my mind but without the visual reminder of a set list with a foot print on it or a torn and sellotaped running order poster or…

They are the key to the door the memory is stored behind.

They are the beauty of who I am. They are my proof that I am Rock ‘n’ Roll.

Even if nothing else in life, you look at these walls and you just know I was fucking awesome at doing Rock ‘n’ Roll.

Whatever this life is that I’ve lived so far, these walls tell me I have fucking BOSSED it.