There's Real Potency In Metal. Metal Fans

Instead Of Just Looking Back, Whiplash-style, I Can Assume There's Something Else Coming. Time Just Folds Over Itself, Like Origami.

No Matter Who Weaves In And Out Of Your Life, Regardless Of The Quality Of Those Deep Friendships And Familyships, I'm The Only Common Denominator At This Point Who's Been With Me The Whole Time. And There's This Sense Of Trying To Make Sense Of That Ultimate Solitude. It's Not A Negative Or Even A Positive. It's Just A Fact.

When I Stopped Touring, It Was Like Trying To Stop A Bullet Train Or A Giant Lead Ball Falling From A 100 Stories Up - It's Momentum And It Doesn't Just Stop. I Drew A Line In The Calendar And Made It A Brick Wall And Just Stopped Dead. There Was No Other Way. It Would've Taken Another 100 Years To Slow Down Slowly. I Had To Let Myself Imagine A Calendar With No Lines; When Every Single Day Is Being Predetermined Six Months In Advance, There's No More Fluidity To Time.

I Like Being Swept Up In Weather And Observing It As Something Beautiful And Giant.

So, I'm On Sesame Street, Walking Around With All These Monsters, Elmo And His Buddies, A Whole Bunch Of Chickens, A Whole Bunch Of Penguins And A Number Four Dancing About. It Was Just Pure Joy, Simple, Ridiculous Fun, Stupid Joy. There's No Irony. Sesame Street Is Just A Crazy Great Place To Be.