Rock in the mainstream culture has lost a lot of its mojo.

Most people are living lives of sort of survival. And constantly posing an existential crisis, either through fantasy or oblivion, really has been pretty much explored in rock and roll. At least in the western version of rock n' roll.

I went to see a shaman. He put his hands on me, and I cried like a baby for an hour.

Your basic person wants to talk about material culture, internet culture. I think about God, cats, nature.

You have to keep adapting to the times. If you kind of go with it, it can kind of fun.

I started thinking that if post modernism is about people opening up all their skeletons, I'm going the other way. I don't want anyone knowing anything about me anymore.

Somewhere between the intellectual idea of why we're attracted to certain things and the pragmatic reality is some form of ever-evolving truth.