I was kind of pathetic. That's what got me playing out in the street. I ran out of money and needed more gin for the night.

I lived by a bay for a while, and I shucked oysters. Some packing things. You know, just whatever odd job you can find whenever you're moving around. I never really cared much for the franchise kind of work, so I'd try to find things that I considered to be a little more honorable.

Real music is what I consider to be uncorporatized music, the music that just happens. I feel like that's not a very well-known thing.

Some people are good cooks and some people are good... I don't see why you have to do all of that.

No race or civilization of people are just going to say, "Oh, instead of using real meat, let's just mash up a bunch of lymph nodes and put a bunch of weird stuff in it and pack it up in plastic cans and plastic bins, and let's eat that way. That'll be great." People don't choose that.

Working in factories and things like that, it just puts a little hair on your chest.

For a while, it was something to try to push at people, playing old murder ballads and being upset about everything I was seeing around me. But now I feel a lot more at peace with it.