Nothing else in nature behaves so consistently and rigidly as a human being in pursuit of hell.
All good art cannot help but confront denial on its way to truth.
Since so much of this music bubbled up urgently from my subconsious mind, I'm left to interpret it much like anyone else.
The music we play has to be tomorrow's, the things we say have to be today, and the reason for bothering is yesterday.
Punk rock was the tsunami that threatened to drown us all in 1977.
Wiggy & I were drug buddies. There is no tighter compact for friendship. There is no greater potential for deceit.