I don't know how to sell out. If I tried to sell out I don't think I could.
I like to move around. I travel. I've driven across country by myself.
People were very protective of me. Overly so. I was in the industry for a long time before I had any idea of what drugs people were doing.
Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way.
I can't remember anything I ever wrote.
You could write a song about some kind of emotional problem you are having, but it would not be a good song, in my eyes, until it went through a period of sensitivity to a moment of clarity. Without that moment of clarity to contribute to the song, it's just complaining.