Oh Well, Whatever, Nevermind.

My Body Is Damaged From Music In Two Ways. I Have A Red Irritation In My Stomach. It's Psychosomatic, Caused By All The Anger And The Screaming. I Have Scoliosis, Where The Curvature Of Your Spine Is Bent, And The Weight Of My Guitar Has Made It Worse. I'm Always In Pain, And That Adds To The Anger In Our Music.

I Would Love To Be Erased From Our Association With Pearl Jam Or The Nymphs And Other First Time Offenders.

I'm Really Interested In Smells. I Think I'd Like To Own A Perfumery Someday.

If You Die You're Completely Happy And Your Soul Somewhere Lives On. I'm Not Afraid Of Dying. Total Peace After Death, Becoming Someone Else Is The Best Hope I've Got.

We Were Just Amazed We Were Putting Out A Record. We Were, And Are, Still Learning. But We've Never Cared Much For Professionalism As Long As The Energy Was There. Like Our Live Shows: We're Out Of Tune And Use A Lot Of Feedback. That's Not On Purpose Or Because We Don't Care, We're Just Musically And Rhythmically Retarded And We Play So Hard That We Can't Tune Our Guitars Fast Enough.