I Can't Sing Half As

Somewhere Out There, Beneath The Pale Moonlight, Someone's Thinking Of Me And Loving Me Tonight.

When You Sing The Same Song Over And Over And Over Again, It Stops Meaning What It Originally Meant To You. It Starts Sounding Like White Noise, Or My Washing Machine.

The Greatest Sin Is Carelessness.

Cocaine Made My Nose Bleed Right Away. I Thought Why Do I Need A Nose Bleed? It Would Make Me Real Nervous And Talk Really Fast. I'm Already Pretty Good At Talking Too Fast. I Thought, "why Do I Need That?"

The Relentless Touring And Endless Repetition Of The Same Songs Over And Over Again Promoted A Creeping Awareness That My Music Had Begun To Sound Like My Washing Machine.