I'm Aware That I'm Very Fringe, And

The Nature Of Honesty Is That If Someone Has Information Or Knows Something About You That You Don't Want Heard, Then They Have Power Over You.

It's Like Being In The Position Of - In Half Of The Industry's Mind, You're Kind Of A Cult-following, Independent Rocker. And On The Other Hand, You're A Sellout. But Neither One Of Them Are Right.

I'm Older Than I Was, And I'm Still Washed-up, And I Haven't Changed My Music One Iota. It's Just Much Easier To Do This When People Are Being Nice To You.

The Piano Is Just A Different Animal. It's Expensive, It's Big, It's Heavy, And It Doesn't Fit In The Mix Easily. Everyone Grew Up With A Piano In Their Living Room, So Rocking Out On The Piano Was Accessible - It Wasn't An Upper-class Thing. Now Pianos Have Become Very Much A Piece Of Furniture.

I Used To Do This Big Rant At The End Of Some Gigs With Ben Folds Five. The Band Broke Into This Big Heavy Metal Thing And I Started As A Joke To Scream In A Heavy Metal Falsetto. I Found Myself Saying Things Like: Feel My Pain, I Am White, Feel My Pain.