Ahhhhh, So here come the questions about the songs…

I kinda figured that it would only be a matter of time.I always swore to myself that I would let people find their own meanings in them so here is the deal…

Picture me and Ash in a room yelling at each other and thats HOW they get written…its fun to tell the truth…but the words? They come from another place all together.[Thanx for asking sickfuck9#]

What drives me to write the way and the things that I do?,I could lie here but I wont…Revenge,anger,pretty much pure hatred all round. My Muse,if you go for that shit, was written by Dante and created by the devil! I think that she looks like Jenna Jamerson and smell like a good fuck! My office usually looks like some one opened the door and lobbed a grenade in and ran!.I am a stationary whore!!!,gimme note books and pens and you have made a friend for life! I have a big sheet of butcher paper up on the wall next to my bed so if I think of anything good in the middle of the nite…[ and lemme tell you that is as rare as rocking horse shit!]

I can write it down without having to fuck around too much.”Faust” was half written on the back of a bus ticket going into the city to meet my sister at the movies,I cant remember what we saw that nite,all I could think about was that bloody Chorus!!!I go through all the same shit that you do,I am just louder about it, that’s all. I know that this is true because of the letters that ya’ll write me.

Some of the stuff that has ended up on “”Detestimony””is still very painful for me but I guess that it needed it to be or I would be in some shit- house pop band!!! Cant you just see THAT!HA! Fucking not!

As a Band we went through some amazingly gut breaking shit..I decided at a really good peak due to personal problems in’01 to bail out for New York and quit the band,It was horrible,I just walked out,I had nothing left inside me […or so I thought].

We had no contact for months and I was sure that they were never gonna take me back,Thank fuck I was wrong on that front! I came back to Australia and got lied to and fucked over by a whole bunch of cunts who took advantage of me at my lowest…They know who they are and they know that I will and can wait forever..I dont forgive or forget….My saint of a mother tells me all the time that “Living well is the best revenge darling,let it go”…”Ma” I reply sighing “That is all well and good but I would much rather be the last thing that they see before the lights go out for the final time….” She just sighs.

Like I said the woman is a saint! So between me fleeing the country,drug problems, Violent encounters on the front lawn of our old band house “The Ranch” involving an axe handle no less, health, marriage and nervous breakdowns….well,there you have it.

Detestimony. Tourettes. And the only three men who can handle my bullshit and I guess to a degree,I theirs..We are still together! Ash is an amazing man to write with…he just sighs and lets me go crazy when I turn up at the studio with my hatbox full of paper and weird manga notebooks.Ross and Mike are the back bone that send me crazy live,they are my sonic cluster fuck, watching those two record at the Milkbar with Ash behind the desk was a dream,a revalation for me.

I sat there and shook,feeling it pound though me.So there you have it.I wrote right through a very rough New York Winter alone at last, through bitter and had won choice, watching my life fall away in a shitty motel room with a king size bed and as many cartons of ciggerettes as I could afford[…Ahhhhh Marlboro Lights, my true lost love…A year for me without your carsonogenic comfort come july 9th….sigh….was that yesterday] No one knew where I was, all I knew was that I had to get the Fuck out of there.I wrote and slept alot.Depended on the kindness of strangers,kinda like a Rock and Roll Blanche Dubouis….If you have ever had to break your own heart to save your life you will know where it comes from……..

Till next time my fellow Ronan and mad-assed heritic sickfucks. Dont change or back down.

Michele.