You have to be your own biggest fan. Even if you make it big-time with a cult worldwide following and find a shapely naked number one fan in your kitchen in the middle of the night strapped with dynamite, you have to like your own stuff more than he or she does. It don’t matter if you attract queues of screaming cheerleaders who each have tattoos of you on their smooth prom queen thighs, you have to like your own stuff more than they do. That’s the trick, ladies and hippopotamuses (apart from keeping breathing). That’s the kicker.