I Hate Myself, And I Want To

I’m Worse At What I Do Best.

You Know What I Hate About Rock? I Hate Tie-dyed Tee Shirts. I Wouldn't Wear A Tie-dyed Tee Shirt Unless It Was Dyed With The Urine Of Phil Collins And The Blood Of Jerry Garcia.

Punk Rock Should Mean Freedom, Liking And Excepting Anything That You Like. Playing Whatever You Want. As Sloppy As You Want. As Long As It's Good And It Has Passion.

My Body Is Damaged From Music In Two Ways. I Have A Red Irritation In My Stomach. It's Psychosomatic, Caused By All The Anger And The Screaming. I Have Scoliosis, Where The Curvature Of Your Spine Is Bent, And The Weight Of My Guitar Has Made It Worse. I'm Always In Pain, And That Adds To The Anger In Our Music.

There Are Some Pop Songs I Hate But I Can't Get Them Out Of My Head. Our Songs Also Have The Standard Pop Format: Verse, Chorus, Verse, Chorus, Solo, Bad Solo. All In All, I Think We Sound Like The Knack And The Bay City Rollers Being Molested By Black Flag And Black Sabbath.