I have one major problem with the Internet: It's full of liars.
If I'm left to my own devices, I will be tempted to make the most unlistenable music possible.
Love is two minutes fifty-two seconds of squishing noises. It shows your mind isn't clicking right.
I don't release records to be anything but enjoyable.
Love is 2 minutes and 52 seconds of squelching noises.
Art should be life. It's an imitation of life. It should have some humanity in it.