I couldn't write a political song. There's just opinion; it's all arbitrary anyway. It's all subjective. - Cass McCombs

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Trust your feelings entirely about colour, and then, even if you arrive at no infallible colour theory, you will at least have the credit of having your own colour sense.

Cass McCombs

I couldn't write a political song. There's just opinion; it's all arbitrary anyway. It's all subjective.

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I hate my voice. I've never been comfortable singing.

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I just like writing lyrics. I find a little satisfaction in performing live, making records. But primarily, I just try to write every day.

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It's the stupidest thing of all time, going on tour. It deteriorates the soul, but it's fun.

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I've always thought about myself as somewhat of a folk musician. I just write words.

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I think I try to do a lot of things to weed out casual fans.

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To be truthful, some writers stop you dead in your tracks by making you see your own work in the most unflattering light. Each of us will meet a different harbinger of personal failure, some innocent genius chosen by us for reasons having to do with what we see as our own inadequacies. The only remedy to this I have found is to read a writer whose work is entirely different from another, though not necessarily more like your own—a difference that will remind you of how many rooms there are in the house of art.

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