I see fat kids on the street all the time and I give them free radiohead t-shirts with bullseyes on them. Later when I see them wearing the t-shirts I shoot at them with bb guns while riding a very large dog and singing kicking squealing gucci little piggy over and over

I'm baking stories, and singing cookies, oh the tonderous wimes!

The whole point of creating music for me is to give voice to things that aren't normally given voice to.

Us on hard drugs? That would be horrible. We'd probably end up sounding like Bryan Adams.My girlfriend has this quote in her sketchbook: Remain orderly in your life so you can be free and chaotic in your work. I think basically you lose it when you destroy your brain or destroy yourself emotionally or burn yourself up.

Isn't it strange how someone can be both human and divine at the same time? I am referring, of course, to myself.

It turns out I have clinical schizophrenia. The unborn chicken voices were telling me to kill my family.

Well actually I'm not a man but a carrot. The band was eating salads one day and a carrot fell off of the salad bar onto a microphone and the band realized that they had just discovered something brilliant. Me.