In fad standard time, a day is a month, and a fad that lasts two months is a classic.
The artists with lyrical content and who say something seem to outlast the fad rappers - I always noticed that.
We're in a period where society seems very attracted to flash, and that seeps into people's musical taste.
Yeah, I grew a goatee, and the next year, everybody had them.
I'm really not a trend promoter because I feel that people push trends on people they shouldn't.
Cornrows came back with a vengeance in the early '00s with every dude trying to grow his hair out to get 'braided up.' It was crazy. Girls were getting carpal tunnel in hoods across America trying to make plaits out of 1.5 inches of ungreased hair.
I remember pogs and sticky hands. I remember both. I wanted to get into pogs. I remember it was, like, all of a sudden it was here, then gone.
I want to be the Ann Landers for fad people.
Miniskirts have become quite a fad. They're even some guys wearing them. Don't laugh, if you had thought to of that, you'd not be here now.
We now have a generation of people who in many cases feel that if they become chefs, they'll get a TV show. They have a signature haircut, a year into the business, or a branding arrangement with a shoe company. I don't really relate to that. I guess this is the world we live in now.
One Direction? The young girls will grow up and forget about 'em.
Most people who have had big fads have turned out to be just like their products: one-shot deals.
Speed is vital. You got to strike fast. Fads have short lives, and you got to get what you can - like the case of the Pet Rock.
I sometimes think if I had gone to Oxford or Cambridge and looked like a handsome young guy who could be in an Evelyn Waugh novel or something, I'd be a massive movie star. But there's a longevity to what I do. It's more reliable. Someone isn't deciding that I'm the next big thing.
There are fads in life and old people indulge things to excess sometimes.
California is a state peculiarly addicted to swift enthusiasms. It is a seed-bed of all manner of cults and theories, taken up, and dropped, with equal speed.
I can't wait for the next fad though, and I predict it's going to be Pennsylvania dutch culture, very Amish. It's going to be bonnets and butter churns.
Bands rise and surface in the British press so regularly that, for the most part, unless something really catches my ear, I feel like, 'Oh, if they're still around in two years, I'll see what they're up to.'
