In A Perfect World, I Would Be

If One Of My Heroes Comes To Me And Says, 'do You Want To Work On Something?' I Just Say, 'yes.' I Don't Ask For Details; I Don't Expect To Get Paid Anything. I Just Love Working With My Heroes.

These New Metal Bands Are Going Out, Getting Drunk And Going To Strip Clubs, And They'll Be Doing The Same In Thirty Years. There Isn't Even An Interesting Self-destructive Quality To It . . . It's Just Dumb.

I'm A Weird, Bald Musician Who Makes Records In His Bedroom And Lives In The Lower East Side.

We Live In This Culture Where There Are So Many Things That Want Us To Pretend That We’re Not Truly Human. That We Can Be Exempt From The Human Condition, Either Through Intelligence Or Accomplishment Or Success Or Humor. Bu Biologically We’re All The Same. We All Get Sad, We All Get Happy, And We All Die. Anyone Who Pretends That That’s Not The Case Is Either A Sociopath Or Utterly Delusional.

I Like The Humility That Comes From Being Hated. Hopefully Some Humility And Compassion Comes Out Of That.