I love being a musician. I love the lifestyle. But I think it’s probably as difficult and frustrating as anything.
Now I am obsessed with collecting Platypus paraphernalia.
The bungle tour is a bit up in the air due to the fact this at we are getting screwed by our overseas label.
It wasn’t until after private lessons and learning bass lines that I even noticed bass in the music I was listening to at that age. My ears were blown wide open.
I have no inflated ideas about success anyway.
Different people bring out different aspects of ones personality.
I never understood why the metal heads in my school hated the punks.
Being in several, disparate bands is what I thrive on.
There’s a reason I moved to NYC, and if I listed all the musicians on my list you’d grow weary.
I don’t really know why I chose bass except that it was different than guitar.
If I can introduce someone to something new, as is constantly happening to me, then I am elated.
If you want music that speaks to you, that LISTENS to you, you have to go out of your way, which I enjoy actually. I’m constantly on a private-eye kick to find the totally obscure.
I need to broaden my horizons.
I take all of my music seriously and personally.
After realising my natural affinity towards surrealism several years ago I decided to study it’s origins and definitions.
Music is a very personal and emotional form of communication.
I mean, I would hope that I have a style or personality that is evident wherever I go.
I’ve experienced as much fame as I ever want to.
I’m comfortable, but not satisfied and I hope to always feel that way.
Hopefully, as a band, it will grow and develop for a good length of time.
But I also like to be in control, like anyone else. I try to achieve a balance.