it couldn’t hurt if you would actually talk to your fans from stage. They’re there. They’re crowdsurfing. They’re screaming and yelling. But most of the time you acted like the audience wasn’t even in the room. You barely talked to them.

A Productive Member Of Society in my own weird way, a Real Artist.

If you love people enough, they’ll give you everything.

I get given a lot of music, he continued. It’s like that on the road, you know, we get handed mountains of demo tapes every night. And they’re, you know, not always good. Your songs are good. I don’t know what your plans are. But I hope you keep going. I just wanted to say that.

You can fix almost anything by authentically communicating.

the people of Byron Bay, Australia, don’t really do Twitter. They don’t even really do the Internet. I morning-twittered an evening ninja gig on the beach, expecting one to two hundred people. Seven people came. I played on the beach and then we all went for ice cream.

It feels a little like an old-school folk hootenanny.

Brian and I took great pleasure in the fact that we seemed to have created the most eclectic community of fans in Boston:

ship batches of records to our fans with handwritten thank-you postcards. The fans used my home address to order everything. They paid by personal check and we sent the CDs before the checks cleared (or didn