Sometimes when you meet a musician you are a fan of, and he or she isn’t the friendliest person, you walk away from the experience wondering if you will ever be able to listen to their music again.
We city dwellers, we residents of Los Angeles and the surrounding areas, are for the most part urbanized to some extent. We know deadlines, start times and traffic.
We Americans are hard on almost everything. We are hard on our vehicles, our marriages and our heroes. Mostly, however, we are hard on ourselves.
I’ve enjoyed, to a certain extent, any country I’ve been in, of course like Serbia and Croatia can be very restrictive and oppressive, and frustrating, but they’re still very beautiful.
Texas is a hotbed of insanely good bands and musicians.
I consider any gun that can chamber a round and send a projectile down its barrel at a high rate of speed into my body – causing me injury or death – to be an assault weapon.
I have a lot of compact discs. I need them for radio play and convenience. Many bands and artists I am a fan of don’t always release their work on vinyl, so I take what they feel like giving me.
Consumerism is at once the engine of America and simultaneously one of the most revealing indicators of our collective shallowness.
Disappointment always arrives before hope and the darkness of night comes before the dawn. Don’t lose hope now because things will brighter with the new day.
In fact, every place I’ve been to in Africa has a nice part, but you see the downside. Calcutta, parts of Central and South America, I’ve seen a lot of dead bodies and a lot of sad poverty and just obliteration.
Every single record I have is a fossil.
I find it takes a lot of strength to endure myself.
I don’t hate people – not remotely other than they make you crazy in traffic, but as I get older I kind of see more and more why people do what they do.
South Sudan is one of the most hard-put places in the world.
Never once have I thought that Social Security would be something that would ever be available to me.
When I am in Africa, I always have the feeling that it’s where everything started. When I am in New York, I know it is where everything ended up.
For me, jazz will always be the soundtrack of the civil rights movement.
I have been curious about Haiti for many years. The history of the country is as fascinating as it is turbulent.
Early spring is the time for vigorous change, a preparation for the heat-driven oppression that is to come.
I have been an XL fan of Devo since I was in high school in the 1970s. Their records only sound better with time.