Eh, ok. Sonar was echt eeuwen geleden, maar hey, soms vergeet je gewoon dingen. En probeer jij anders een site tight te runnen met al die booze die voorbijkomt: drank maakt meer blogs kapot dan je lief is.
You’re confusing: you make the most dreamlike music. But you have a tough look about you. Like you fight a lot. With broken beerbottles.
‘Thanks sir? Was that a question? I was an angry child, nothing dangerous.’
How does it feel as an artist to have your music described as mildly amusing and unchallenging?
‘It makes me sound like a joke. A boring joke! My girl Ally did that review.’
I you could only say one thing about your ukelele what would it be?
‘It’s a guitar.’
Do you ever feel stupid after crying?
‘Always. It makes me shiver.’
What keeps you going?
What are you going to do after finishing these questions?
‘Pay the internet cafe man and smoke a cigaret.’
What should people say more often to you?