If You Can't Draw A Crowd, Draw

With A Song, It Only Takes A Couple Of Minutes To Go Back To The Beginning And Try It Again To See If It Works. The Novel Freaks Me Out Because, What If You Get Into The Eighth Chapter And Think, 'let's Go To The Top And See If This Works Again? It's Going To Take Me Three Weeks.' I'm In Awe Of That.

You Can't Really Control How People Hear Stuff. It's Hard To Remember That. I Have To Let Go Of It.

I Used To Do This Big Rant At The End Of Some Gigs With Ben Folds Five. The Band Broke Into This Big Heavy Metal Thing And I Started As A Joke To Scream In A Heavy Metal Falsetto. I Found Myself Saying Things Like: Feel My Pain, I Am White, Feel My Pain.

I've Gotten To The Point Where I Realize That I Need To Tell My Truth In Music And Not Walk Around Blabbing My Mind.

The Clock Never Stops, Never Stops, Never Waits. We're Growing Old. It's Getting Late.