You have to be willing to deal with the ups and downs of the music, the ups and downs of the audience.

Beware of those angels with their wings glued on.

I have a musical ancestry as much as I have a family ancestry. Honoring those ancestors gives you access to a greater source of appreciation and information than you would have if you were just going on your own ego system.

When alternative music - which is supposed to be the standard-bearer of where white rock is headed - becomes either too cute or too manufactured, that's just really not good.

Intoxicated With the madness I'm in love with My sadness Bullshit beggars, enchanted kingdom Fashion victims through their charcoaled teeth

The things I'm guided to do are really strange to me.

I want to be able to look back and think that as long as I was going this, I did the best that I could.