I tend to get my hands into all these other things and all these distractions, and after a while I start feeling depleted.

I had always sung in choirs. Even when it was something to be laughed at or made fun of, you know, in school. And I was always the kid who was picked at the Christmas concert to sing the solo, you know, while the other kids snickered in the front few rows.

I suffer from manic-depressive disorder, and I've chosen not to take medication for it. Because of that, every once in a while I go through manic episodes and really depressed episodes.

Eventually I want to subsidize my income with other creative outlets that are going to not keep me tied to the road so much.

I used to just write about my own apathy, but that youthful, apathetic way of looking at things grew thin as I got older.

I was just a kid in 1987 when I heard of the Pixies, the year after I graduated high school. But I had my band together, and my best friend at the time, Corey Hickock, who was the guitar player in the band that would become STP, Mighty Joe Young, turned me on to the Pixies.