I actually met Les Claypool. I met him in Boise, Idaho, in 1992. I saw him at a concert. I was running from security, high on LSD, and burst into an RV for whatever reason. Probably because I was on LSD.

The show had just gotten done, and Primus were in the RV cooling off with a few fans. I said “holy crap you guys are Primus!”

Les Claypool says, “yep!” while the other two stared at me.

So I said “you guys are awesome!”

Then we all stared at each other awkwardly. Me. Primus. Some other fans in the RV. So I said, “can I have your autograph?”

Les asked me if I had something he could sign so I said, “can I have your towel?”

He took off his sweaty white towel, wrote “YOU SUCK!” on it with a black sharpie, gave it to me and told me to get the hell out of the RV.

Lately I’ve been listening to a lot of atmospheric drum and bass. Hybrid Minds, Fred V and Grafx, stuff on Hospital records, that sort of thing.

I love dirty gritty hip hop. I have a ton of old Def Jux and Rawkus records, and listen to a lot of Run The Jewels.

I listen to a Death Cab for Cutie station on Pandora a lot which has great post folk stuff on it like Gregory Alan Isikov, Iron & Wine, Daughter, Ben Howard, that sort of thing.

Chopin and Debussy are my favorite composers.