A page from Jim Morrison’s final notebook – I bought it as a birthday gift for a friend.

A 19th-century ebony and cane chair from the Raj period.

My collection of paintings. I have some by William Burroughs.

An electric car.

A death threat at Glastonbury festival in 1989. The police told me not to go on, but I said I had to because I was headlining. So I wore a bullet-proof vest. It seemed unlikely that I would be assassinated, but it was shocking and very stressful.

There are a few. As far as getting started, lots of people who really want to make a song have figured that out already. I very rarely get asked for advice from people who have never written a song and want to know how to get started. It’s usually about getting stuck or feeling like they’ve painted themselves into a corner. I remember getting asked a question from this one kid who was probably 13 years old. He wanted to know if it was okay to always write in A minor. He liked writing classical piano pieces and his favorite key was A minor. My favorite key is also A minor, so he wanted to know if that was okay.

Something by Leonard Cohen, I haven’t figured out which song yet.

How little money really changes things. It buys doctors but not health, clothes but not taste, makeup but not beauty. When I was young and didn’t have anything, I imagined money had more power.

It feels like a yearning but also a kind of overwhelming glowing out.

Ten more closets: I am a hoarder.