Perseverance is impossible if we don't permit ourselves to hope.
There is something mighty suspicious about declaring an emergency for something that has yet to show itself to be a grand pandemic.
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in the cage.
If you don't fit into this kind of like gossipy, trendy, Web-hit thingy, you're relegated to sort of second-class celebrity status.
We had a wonderful time with this kind of grunge awareness, where suddenly rock was cool again. People wanted to head loud guitars. It was a great time, and I'm glad we were there. But the gimmick part has worn off.
I think it would be very interesting to see that many people would probably be okay with paying more for services and goods that they felt were more holistically [generated]. Which means the death of the old system which rewarded people for taking advantage of one another.
I mean my point as an artist is I'm on my own little weird journey across the sky here and whether or not anybody's listening, or listening to the degree I would like them to, at the end of the day has to be an inconsequential thing because I can't chase this culture.
Virtually every beginning poet hurts himself by an addiction to adjectives. Verbs are by far the most important things for poems-especially wonderful tough monosyllables like "gasp" and "cry. " Nouns are the next most important. Adjectives tend to be useless.
The first song I sent over was Up All Night. People say that sounds like Angels on a Blink record. Well, no - that's just me!
I lived my life as a part-white, part-black but then sometimes-Jewish kid.
I don't tweet, I don't go on Facebook. I think there's too much information about all of us out there. I'm liking the idea of privacy more and more.