August in sub-Saharan Los Angeles is one of the great and awful tests of one's endurance, sanity and stamina.

I’m packed with broken glass and memories and it all hurts.

Americans are poorly served by their media, you know, for the war machine and propaganda machine and the global empire and they're poorly served by what they are being told is representative government.

We all learn lessons in life. Some stick, some don't. I have always learned more from rejection and failure than from acceptance and success.

I tend to gravitate to the darkest or most obscure part of any venue in an effort to have my own space to experience the music on my own, free from unwanted conversations and other distractions.

Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind.

Russia is tough. The history, the land, the people - brutal.