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“Yeah I‘m lonely,“ he whines, staring into his
bottle of beer, he rarely looks you in the eye. “Sitting in a room on my own,
to write and record an album, for a year and a half, tends to make you socially
retarded. It doesn‘t do wonders for your social life. I don‘t have many friends
and I‘m not one to hang out with rock people, I feel uncomfortable because I‘m insecure
about who I am.“
Select
April 1994
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