I love the way they run in fright when I turn on the kitchen light. And when I squish them on the ground, they make a pleasant crunchy sound.

As it turns out, there is a thing called the Internet, and stuff does go out there whether the suits like it or not.

I'm known for being an up, high-energy, and optimistic kind of guy.

I'd like to be able to be more topical and timely and more of-the-moment and I think the way to do that is, instead of waiting until I have twelve songs to release all at once, just to release them as I come up with them.

So that's why one of my rules of parody writing is that it's gotta be funny regardless of whether you know the source material. It has to work on its own merit.

If you want to avoid heated arguments, never discuss religion, politics, or whether the toilet paper roll should go over or under.

What kind of morons do you have working at newspapers in Austin that would base an entire review of an artist's performance on whether or not they had a good seat?