A couple weeks ago I was introduced to Jason Momoa AS I WAS WALKING INTO THE GYM in case you’re wondering what every sad song on my next album will be about
People always say “unceremoniously fired” like it ever happens any other way. I’d like to see a big ceremony for firing somebody. Get the gang together. Order a cake. Wear some special robes.
I get a kick out of people who think because I make Americana music I’m supposed to dress like a damn horse repairman or some shit
If y’all are gonna insist on calling those things “hoverboards,” I’ll be over here flying around with my “jetpack.”