Previously on Keep the Dream Alive.

So my first tour was opening up for the mountain goats,

and that for me was just like mind-blowing.

We would all share a hotel room.

You're really stressed.

I mean, honestly, I've never been more stressed in my life

than when I've been on tour in a van.

And you're just so you could make like a $250 show.

And it's like an unsustainable kind of like emotional tension.

And the studio is breaking down.

So touring almost like mimics this manic depressive cycle, this mental health emergency cycle. And honestly, I would have,

I would have fucking murdered a child at that point to keep touring. And man, let me tell you,

there's nothing uglier than a fucking low budget arts business with like a razor thin profit

margin having to like pantomime capitalism. There is no more busted model for a business

than a recording studio. It was just a matter of time before the people who owned that plot of land

were going to realize that they could make a lot of money by not having the current tenants there.

I'm actually kind of surprised that it made it as long as it did.

I mean, I've recorded in other studios in San Francisco

that were in far worse shape that cost three times as much per day.

And depending on your perspective,

that makes John an incredibly, uh, dumb person,

or one of the most generous people that you could ever know. All that we fucking have in the end

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