I have come to regard November as the older, harder man's October. I appreciate the early darkness and cooler temperatures. It puts my mind in a different place than October. It is a month for a quieter, slightly more subdued celebration of summer's death as winter tightens its grip.

My love is a thousand French poets puking black blood on your Cure CD collection.

I just travel the world with my backpack and my cameras and a bunch of Clif bars.

The Bad Seeds are a band I will travel a great distance to see whenever possible.

The blues is losing someone you love and not having enough money to immerse yourself in drink.

I don't get a rush from anything. I did music as hard as I could. Acting for me at least, is a far more restrained performance than music. It requires a lot of skill and discipline. I'm not any good at it but I enjoy trying to be good at it.

I listen to blues music a lot and that's a good person feeling bad and celebrating that pain by releasing it in that kind of joyous fashion.