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Maybe Depression Is The Most Reasonable Response To All The Crap Around Us. Maybe It's The Happy People Who Need Medication.

There's This Whole Post-modern, Nuevo Beatnik, Retro-bohemian Thing Going On, You Know What I Mean? You Walk Into Some Coffee Shops, And It Feels Like You're An Ex-patriot In Paris In The 20s. You're Like, 'hey, Isn't That A Young Ernest Hemingway Over There? Yeah, I Think It Is! Hey, Let's Go Have A Look And See What He's Writing... It's A Gap Application.'

I'm Just Very Sort Of Compulsive And Lack The Ability To Keep Things In Perspective. If I'm Not Writing Or Playing Guitar Or On The Microphone Or Out On The Road, I'm Cleaning Pots And Pans Or Freaking Out About Some Plumbing Issue Or Tweeting.

I Didn't Know That People Compared Bill Hicks And I But Certainly I'm Flattered If They Do. I Knew Bill A Bit. We Had Dinner A Couple Of Times And Played Guitar Together Once. I Really Tried To Keep My Distance From Him Professionally.

There's A Fine Line Between Cultural Criticism And Bitterness.