Somewhere where people aren't so mad would be nice, but I don't know if there is anywhere like that.

I can't think of anything off the top of my head that seems more important than something designed to raise money to keep something going that keeps IV drug users from dying.

Static in my head, the reflected sound of everything, tried to go to where it led, but it didn't lead to anything.

I don't really think of time off as writing blocks. I think that's a western notion of demonizing inactivity. When your imagination decides it needs to take a nap. maybe that's what it needs to do.

If you play acoustic guitar you're the depressed, sensitive guy.

Burning every bridge that I cross to find some beautiful place to get lost.

I rode on a float in one of the parades in Mississippi. It's an experience.