Most characters are composed of snippets here and there of people I've known, and all rolled into the character I've created. They do become like their own people.
Cosmologies are made up of small snippets of physical reality that have been remodeled by society into vast cosmic deceptions.
Honey Boo Boo is a handful, baby. She says what she wants to say, does what she wants to do. Ive only seen, like, snippets, like one or two or three, you know, little shots of her, but yeah, shes a handful, baby.
Madness strips you of memory and leaves you scrabbling around on the floor of your brain for the snatches and snippets of what happened, what was said, and when.
I've got pages and pages of snippets of stuff, and if Max [Hershenow] sends me a track to write to I'll go through all the stuff and the initial reaction of gut and how it makes me feel and I'll sort of go from there and start pulling my favourite pieces of my lyrics and that will be a very literal word collage and from there I'll sculpt it for and whatever reason the song sort of presents itself. It's a bizarre process.
I strain to hear, but my old ears, for all their obscene hugeness, pick up nothing but snippets.
