Одно ржачное ивью от мистера Вало, датированное 03.01.08, и перевод (credit to (c.)Naive):
I tried to live on nothing but cheese pizza and beer for two years and I ended up in rehab. I wouldn’t recommend that as a diet to anybody. There’s nothing nutritious about a pizza. You get a bit of tomato sauce and a bit of cheese and that’s it.
I’ve tasted pizza all over the world. Stockholm, Sweden, has really high-class pizza and I don’t know why. It’s weird, but it’s like really fancy food in a lot of gourmet restaurants. It’s a lot better than anywhere in Italy. Then again, Chicago deep dish is great. You eat one slice of that and you can live for a week. Those are great, but I’ve always had a weakness for cold microwaveable pizzas. It’s really ghetto, but I lived off them for years.
A lot of blues guitar players like B.B. King always give their guitars names like Lucille or whatever. I tend to name all my guitars after Sylvester Stallone characters.
A few years ago, I was in this novelty store in Poland and they had these really low-grade, bootleg stickers that had pictures of Rocky on them, but they said Rambo. So when I bought my first Gibson guitar I named it Rambo after the sticker. Since then, I’ve gotten guitars with names like Tango and Cash and Sheriff Freddy Heflin from Cop Land.
HIM was formed through a mutual love of Black Sabbath. I was born in 1976, so I grew up during Ozzy’s hair-metal period—I didn’t even know that Sabbath existed before then. I learned about Ozzy first. He’s a funny, peculiar character with a lot of great stories. I did a photo shoot for a magazine a few years back with Slash and Ozzy. I was very nervous about meeting him, but he came into the room and was such a lovely gentleman. All the really classy rockers don’t have anything to prove so they don’t have to act like snobs when it comes to young musicians. Slash was one of the most gentlemanly figures I ever met in my life. So was Iggy Pop. It’s great how they can be nice guys and then transformed when they're on stage. They know how to control the beast within.
I’m a collector, so I have a lot of shit. I never throw anything away. I collect the ‘Do Not Disturb’ signs from hotels. I have a few hundred. I’m trying to figure out a way to turn them into a piece of art. It would be pretty cool because I have signs from all over the world and the designs are fairly original because we’re not always staying in chain hotels. It’s not just Hiltons or Holiday Inns—it’s all weird hotels and motels.
I also collect plastic bags from all the different stores I go to around the world. Usually when I fly home after a tour my suitcase is filled with plastic bags. I don’t know what the fuck the custom officers are thinking when they’re checking out my luggage, because it’s just empty plastic bags.
‘Wall of Fire’ by Monster Magnet from their latest album called 4-Way Diablo has the greatest rock lyric of the past 10 years. The song starts with, ‘Well I’m back and I’ve got a cock made out of platinum.’ That restored my faith in rock ’n’ roll.
Monster Magnet lead singer Dave Wyndorf is so great when it comes to writing lyrics. Rock ’n’ roll is one of those things where people tend to do so much of the same old, same old. It’s very repetitious. It’s so rare that somebody can nail the fucking sexual energy—the devilish, rebellious urge of rock ’n’ roll—in a few sentences and Monster Magnet has always been able to do that, especially on that track. It blew me away.