Malas Noticias

I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. I must be one of one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they’re gone. I’m too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasm I once had as a child. On our last three tours I’ve had a much better appreciation for all the people I’ve known personally and as fans of our music, but I still can’t get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There’s good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much. So much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, pisces Jesus man! Why don’t you just enjoy it? I don’t know. I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what I used to be.

La mano está en ser como Cobain, esto es: componer canciones lloronas (pero rebeldes [?]), desayunar crack y cenar heroína; agarrarme a la Courtney Love y matarme a los 27 para convertirme en leyenda de la música.
“Qué lindo es soñar. Soñar no cuesta nada~”, dijo el amigo trasandino.