I don’t think it’s important who I am. I really like playing music, but I don’t really want to be anything in particular.

But I was also doing odd jobs around Portland, like spreading gravel and transplanting bamboo trees.

I'm just writing songs about how I feel or about how people I know feel.

I mean people just have a way of - y'know they'll review your record in two sentences and put you in this little stupid box that you don't want to be in

People can be chaos but it's hard to fit it into some creative piece that you made. It's hard.

I see you're leaving me and taking up with the enemy, the cold comfort of the in-between, a little less than a human being.

While his history of depression is compatible with suicide... and the location and direction of the stab wounds are consistent with self-infliction, several aspects of the circumstances (as they are known at this time) are atypical of suicide and raise the possibility of homicide.