A lot of my ideas come from stupid places. But you pause, look at it again, and you wonder where you might be able to take it and knock some of the stupid out of it. Sometimes the stupid is the genius, so you have to hold onto it.
A lot of people can’t take a hold of the stupid and stick with it — they have to get all smart and second guess themselves.
The second guess, is, I think the cousin of having a pure thing and watering it down.
Second guesses aren’t punk — they aren’t jazz — they aren’t parkour.
I want be a literary parkouresque jazzpunk riding with the stupid.