This morning I had a telephone conversation in which I was made to feel that I was crazy. After it concluded I was left with a very empty feeling inside, even though the person on the other end of the phone doesn’t really known me anymore. There is a disconnect in our society between the perception of maturity and actual maturity, one that, as I get older, I begin to recognize more and more. Rod and I were talking last night about people’s character and how, for some strange reason, many have allowed themselves to become so thin and flexible. The truth is that I am somewhat crazy, I don’t think there’s any questioning that at all. But in saying that, I would rather be crazy than pacified by whatever it is that passes for personal ethics these days. I recall a time in which talk was straight and people said what they meant. Of late, I have struggled to understand the new language employed by many that relies on diversion and the alteration of character on the fly to suit different scenarios. Maybe, in the end, the truth is that with a crazy person you always know where you stand. Simply because they haven’t the time for bullshit.
After the initial paragraph he writes about the Vancouver East Side and how sickening people's ignorance to it is becoming. I highly suggest reading the article in it's entirely. I also suggest streaming the first single "Born Losers", which will be on the album "Hospital Music" this summer. Without a doubt he has created a sound that is so pure that I am beginning to think that this will be some of his best work.
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