I wanted to make a party record you could play at a funeral.
There’s a lot of dudes in my neighborhood that have handlebar mustaches. Which is cool if you want to have a handlebar mustache, but don’t try to have a conversation with me like you don’t have a handlebar mustache. Start talking about regular stuff like music and politics, like, naw, dude, you got a handlebar mustache, all I want to hear you talk about is slinkies and kazoos and that’s it. Talk about kazoos for a few minutes, then you gonna hop on your unicycle and juggle, you carnival-faced motherfucker.