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OPINIONS, MASTERS?

(also, i’ll be posting that picture on Sunday. Just finished up some meetings regarding the future album, hopefully organising that to come out in the summer. Along with other businessy shitty things that I’m not supposed to talk about)

It’s easy to be angry, in the sense that it’s very easy to have those feelings inside of you and to let yourself feel them. They’re big feelings, you know, really simple to just let it happen.

But.

The experience, I guess, isn’t easy in the sense that when you’re angry, there’s a big fuckin chance you aren’t able to be happy. Think about that. I have. It’s an easy choice to make and at first a hard path to follow, but I’ve thought about it and I’d rather spend my time finding a way to be happy about things, or at least transfigure my anger into something with positive outcomes, than to smash fists and feel terrible about it later.

If I leave any sort of a mark on this world, I want it to be more healing than scars, anyroad.

But that’s the philosophical shit that goes behind the ultimate resolve towards betterment and all of that mumbojumbo that mostly comes down to making yourself a better person. I still get angry at people, i still get angry at the world. If you want the short term techniques and crap, here’s some common sense that you’d probably find tacked onto the ends of Reader’s Digest articles:

Drink some tea.

Take a deep breath.

Walk into another room. (It’s actually some kind of interesting psychological thing, if you step into a different room when you’re just about starting to get upset it helps convince your mind that you’re starting a new situation so it’s easier to calm down and forget about it. Works wonders for me and Paul.)

Good music.

Keep calm and smile.

Hug something. Hugging helps.

Anyroad, I don’t have any real magic techniques to figure this sort of stuff out. Managing your anger isn’t an easy road, and it sure as all hell took me a long time before I could wrassle mine into something a bit nicer. Just remember that you want to be a better person and do your best to face your demons. And remember that you don’thaveto be angry, no matter how much your brain tells you you do.

I’m there with you. Good luck.

Tired, generally uninspired, mired by liar who should be retired but conspires from a tower, where the corporations lay.

Picture. Singular.

I’ll post it later this week depending on whether or not people act snippy towards me—things have been too busy for me to even answer most of the questions that come into my box these days. Things regarding things that you might want more than a lousy picture of ass-bare men. So be patient and understanding, please.

Haven’t listened to much of it. Sounds interesting, what I have listened to. Generally I like it, I like quirky stuff, but i don’t know much.

In what capacity? I’m not a personal fan of much violent anything, but that’s me, you know. I’ve been down that path a bit far too long, so as far as my personal tastes go, I don’t pursue much anything too gory. I don’t know much on video games as I don’t play them too much, so I can’t toss out a review of any if that’s what you’re probably not asking.

Unless you’re askin about video games as a medium and all that hubblybub that’s come up about it causing kids to commit murders and “WE MUST BAN THEM” or whatever else, I take as much stock in that as I do certain songs forcin people to off themselves.  Or films causing murders. Or books. Don’t blame the damn medium—people seek out as many things as they can that they can use for “Blame,” that they use as an excuse to act badly. It was that song, it was that game, it was the Beatles! It’s not the fault of any of those things. Some people are just fuckin insane and trying to blame society.

What I know about properly operating a video-capture device will tarely fill a bimble, Anne. S’pose I could wrangle a techie to help me out with that, but the truth of the matter is that I hardly have anything mindblowingly interesting to say, and then you lot would find out that half the time when I’m answering these questions I’m completely nude. And wouldn’t the press have a day with that.

Sorry for lack of communication here, it’s been busy.

If I weren’t famous, i’d probably be dicking around, still making music, just not famous. Street corners. Maybe writing horrible children’s books. Marry some rich person and have them finance my art. Can’t picture myself doing anything else, honest, even if nothing came of it.

Well, I’m not in England anymore, am I?

Now I’m in New York. Busy town, but trying to be the laziest person in America takes some kind of fuckin talent.

…you know. As there’s so many people and all.

Have a million dollars to spend to have people keep you alive for longer than you should be. In addition, eat well and don’t drink too damn much or step in front of any buses.