The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win you're still a rat.
She may be an occasional dropout from the media wars, but Timmins isn't one for Chapman-type whining about the wages of fame and fortune. "If you're worried about losing your privacy, don't put out a record! It's certainly a strange thing when you pick up a magazine or turn on the TV - that's even worse - and see your own face. It may be strange, but it is what I do. In this industry, images sell, and we have one. I'm the girl, I'm the singer, and I have high cheekbones, so they like to take my picture. As far as I'm concerned, it's a bonus. But as to how it affects my private life, who I am at home with my husband or my brothers - well, it doesn't. Maybe I'm stupid or something, but it doesn't really bother me."
"I was at some place in L.A. having breakfast with my sister - very early, like 7:30 a.m. - and some guy ran in, snapped our picture, and ran back out again. We both said, 'Wow, that was really weird!' and then tried to figure out if it was for her or me, because she's been (acting) in the soaps down there. I'm not sure it mattered to him. In Canada, we don't make such a big deal about our stars, which might be unfortunate in some ways, but for me it's great. And let's face it, America is really strange.
Interview with Margo Timmins of the Cowboy Junkies, by Ken Eisner, The Georgia Straight
Just remember this, chums: the picture doesn't know who painted it, the story doesn't know who's telling it, and the economy has no idea who or what economists are, let alone bookies and bean-counters. What you get is what you bring, and it's all a flying fuck at the moon.
Ex-stockbroker Larry Diamond, in 'Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas', by Tom Robbins