This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.

I mean, I don’t know if this is true or not, but I was kind of aware that people would go and buy the Murder Ballads album and just listen to it and wonder ‘What the fuck? What have I bought this for?’ You know, because the Kylie song wasn’t any true indication of what the record was actually like, but I quite like that. I quite like that I’d sort of sneak my way into people’s living rooms, into living rooms where I just should not be.