My first manager told me the golden rule of showbiz is to be nice to people on the way up ‘cause you’ll meet them again on the way down. I punched him for saying that. Then fired him. There’s no way I’ll see him again on the way down because a) Murdoc Niccals is a living fucking legend that will never go down- though I’d make an exception for Madonna- and b) he died last year. Fell off his roof trying to hang a satellite dish. Tragic, really. Poor bastard will never get to hear the new album.