“Wake up. Write. Write. Record. Tweak. Write. Record. Swallow. Tweak out. Tweak. Bounce. Write. Wake up. Record. Sex? No. Sleep. Wake up. Record. “I hardly have anything but this anymore.... I had 80 songs, then chopped it to 60 and now to 30. It’s a collection, and an album. I have some important things to say to myself. I’m a rock ’n’ roll soldier forever. I melt music. When people talk to me, I’m thinking about some song to do. I think I’ve been cursed. I have no say in the matter. A rainbow Vex. It’s OK though; it’s for the greater good. “A song can make someone feel so good, or make someone want to write a better one. And sometimes, it could make you rob a liquor store. These are the songs of a man in a bag, and his blue pen.” —Tim Presley, January 2012