The Nut Of The Thing Is That

Life Is Just A Bag Of Pot.

I Was Who I Was In High School In Accordance With The Rules Of Conduct For A Normal Person, Like Obeying Your Mom And Dad. Then I Got Out Of High School And Moved Out Of The House, And I Just Started, For Lack Of A Better Term, Running Free.

I'd Come Home From School Alone With Those Teenage Blues And I'd Put On Frank Sinatra's It Was A Very Good Year. Here Was This Mature Man Singing About The Cycle Of His Life, And As A Kid I Felt The Emotions Of It Already. It Has Since Been A Touchstone For Me Whenever I Want To Experiment Musically.

And If Somebody's Going To Produce Me, They Should Be Producing My Sound For Me. And That's Something I Have To Come Up With Myself.

Well, After Zombie Birdhouse Came Out, I Toured Behind It In The Fall Of 1982, Into The Spring, And In The Summer In The Far East. At That Time, I Found My Work Self-referential; It Was Getting To Be Rock Songs About A Rock Singer Who Lived A Rock Life On The Rock Road, And I Was Starting To Wonder What I Would Be Like To Rent My Own Apartment, What It Would Be Like To Have A Checkbook.