Fun has to rule in a lot of scenarios. Occasionally, when you are really getting going, you need to stretch beyond language. It has to go out the window.

Words, for me, don't have as much contextual leeway as sound.

You can't be both a painter and a musician and master anything. You can't. And live a life.

Each day I also try to draw. It's a similar expulsion of buildup: Milking the cows every morning. Checking the chickens' eggs. Why should that be limited to a certain medium?

Galleries are becoming overwhelmed with psychedelic music/art. I like it; it's a good direction, a new blurring of the lines between what you do.

It's painful to not be able to fully focus, but it keeps you fresh.

I try to drum each day. It's therapeutic.