Every summer, around late July and into August, I find myself in Europe, performing at any festival that will have me.

I am primarily a loner. I don't go to clubs. I don't hang out with people. I don't know many people. It's just the way it ended up. It's not a sob story; it's fine for me.

Well, there's Katrina, but you can go through lots of Kurdistan and it looks like Katrina was just there but there's people living in it.

Quite often people will get an animal which is probably not a good idea for them to have. They get it out of enthusiasm, there is a genuine interest, but sometimes they're not exactly prepared for what they're getting themselves into.

This is my own little rock theory: In my mind, Nirvana slayed the hair bands. They shot the top off the poodles.

When you're little and you don't have much dough, you have to innovate. You have to be sharp.

Don't let despair mutate your flesh Look at my twisted stumps of thought See the fingers, listen to the voice I am slowly becoming the end of the line.