Nerve damage to his hands have left him unable to play drums, he has had suicidal thoughts and he's sick of being criticized for music that made him rich but always seemed to fall short of his Genesis pedigree, at least in the minds of critics. Frighhteningly, it's left him thinking of ending it all.
"I wouldn't blow my head off," he told the magazine. "I'd overdose or do something that didn't hurt. But I wouldn't do that to the children. A comedian who committed suicide in the Sixties left a note saying, 'Too many things went wrong too often.' I often think about that."
Collins, 59, lives in Switzerland and spends much of his time curating his collection of artifacts from the Alamo and raising his two young sons from his last marriage.
"I sometimes think I'm going to write this Phil Collins character out of the story," the singer says. "Phil Collins will just disappear or be murdered in some hotel bedroom, and people will say, 'What happened to Phil?' And the answer will be, 'He got murdered, but, yeah, anyway, let's carry on.' That kind of thing."