RADIO IS DEAD. The once-bright star that was public broadcasting has been destroyed by greed and corproate muscle to the point that even the music that is completely repugnant is positioned to be popular.

If everything is happy go-lucky all the time, you don't know when you're experiencing joy and feeling life at its finest moments. You have to suffer a little.

Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?

You ever tasted a smell? It's a very strange feeling. I've done it quite a few times and it still freaks me out.

I think you're always gonna have half the generation that's lazy. But I think it makes the other half work that much harder.

I've got to be honest, and I'm not just saying this because the majority of you reading this live there, but I love the United Kingdom. I just flat-out love it.

I want karma to drive stakes into the dark hearts that keep me bitter.