one of my favorite depeche mode related stories is that one from the late 90s where dave was showing martin one of his songs and martin was so fucking wasted he just said "that's great dave!" and immediately proceeded to run down a flight of stairs and puke all over the floor before passing out
Corgan: Well, when I was 20 and met D’Arcy, my whole thing was A, music, music, music, 24-7. And I couldn’t understand why D’Arcy wasn’t music, music, music, 24-7. D’Arcy was like, “I have to have a fucking life. It can’t be that way.” And at the time I couldn’t respect that. But as I’ve matured, I really respect D’Arcy’s strength. She does exactly what she wants to do. D’Arcy showed me that you can have a life and play music. I use music as some kind of weird salvation to get away from my life. But eventually you have to live a fucking life, or you’re going to shoot yourself in the head.
D’Arcy: The opposite is true on my end. I take a look at Billy, see the way he is and it causes me to meet him halfway and say, “Look at this person who works so hard.” Everyone always considered me to be a perfectionist, but I wasn’t even anything close to the way he is. We try and learn and better ourselves from each other, maybe even from the flawed parts of each other