Adam does most of the work when it comes to videos and he basically does the same as I do with the lyrics. The videos are his visual interpretations of our music.
Most religious stories and mythologies have some sort of similar root, some sort of global archetypes.
I think the media made Manson, turned him into some larger than life figure and surrounded him with mystery and some shady glamour.
You know, I grew up listening to Joni Mitchell.
Actually I never did stand up. I’m not that funny.
We’re just four guys and we are enjoying what we’re doing with Tool.
Everything revolves around the music when it comes to Tool.
I see a lot of patterns in our behavior as a nation that parallel a lot of other historical processes.
Sure, I love fairy tales.
It’s in my blood. My great-grandfather made wine and it’s a tradition I want to pass on to my son.
I’ve always had an affinity for growing things.
I think people in general have neglected to learn about history.
Novell has the necessary resources to be a much more profitable enterprise but it currently lacks the vision, strategy and execution to produce respectable returns.
For me, life is writing and I can do it anywhere. It doesn’t matter where I am. I listen. I write. I live.
Nowadays, you have to sell, like, half a million or a million records just to break even.
I feel like there’s no real innovation in having some music. It’s more just unique personalities and unique expressions, and you being able to tell your story.
At some point, if you’re lucky, you realize you’re not the story. You’re part of the story. The story is much bigger than you.
Behind all the dark humor, Bill was talking about the same things I’d read in Joseph Campbell. If you look at things, really look, if you lift the veil, you start to recognize that light is love, is infinite, is unconditional. Bill was saying that once you understand the nature of nature, you can let go of difficulties and sign on for the ride – knowing that it’s just a ride. And.
Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers, between supposed brothers.
I needed to get it out. It was that tipping point where you either become a serial killer or a rock star.
You answer your own questions.