Hey, I was born in Omaha. I consider Chicago my real home because my family sexually abused me in film since my second birthday. But my grandma loved me and her lover, Dr. Jackson did, too. They had black friends before light people could have black friends. They had parties all the time. They would invite the high-lfie hookers and gay community. I would bartend with my uncle ever since I was eight. My favorite friend was Rabbit, the insanely beautiful and buxom hooker. She would hang out at the basement bar and push herself on the bar (you know what I mean) and flirt with me from like 12 on while I got her drunk. Probably could have been my first but at 8 I met my first true love: Lizzy Hasting. New school, first day, and there was Lizzy, glowing like an angel or a woman who was pregnant. VIrgins, pregnant and/or angels have always glowed to me with Mary's Love. Well, we met eyes and were it, right then. The next morning, her glow was gone. I put a heart in her desk before class and she held it up and mocked me for it. I was destroyed. No glow... She had given herself away. That has happened with every woman I have ever loved.
Death, poverty (aka Art).
To be rewarded in any way at all.
Blowing the whole fucking place into empty darkness for eternity.
Benny and the Jets. "Hey, Kids!" Heard that on my fourth birthday, my gift was to go to McDonald's for the first time with my "dad" who raped me every night since I was two.
Halou, Halou, Becca Coseboom and Halou.
When I do, I can't help it. It unfolds before my eyes in about an hour, all the tracks all the vox. Usually made up on the spot.
That God exists and is the Living Mary.
Like shit. I have to go backstage and cry after every show.
311. I grew up with those dumb-shits and they suck. The last song on The Moon explains that.
I like it. I'm just not into paying for my own work.
How bad music is. I really got into because I felt like nobody listened to me so I thought I'd bake my thoughts into a nice dessert and serve it artfully. Now I just make stuff I wish somebody else would (like Halou).
Nope. I would go see TSOL or Bob Mould but nobody comes to SD but 311.
Big lips to kiss a lot of ass.
The Cro-Mags. The best show I've ever been to. I was 16 in Santa Rosa, NoCal. We had to keep our hair short because 10 25 year old skinheads would show up every show and kick the shit out of the punks. The Cro-Mags got the fuck off stage and single-handedly beat the fuck out of all ten of them and let the kids stomp them down. Pretty fucking cool. I wrote and thanked them but they denied it categorically. Nice.