He's on a promise now and is going down the gym, singing bass in the miner's choir opening beer cans with his teeth His sleazy, red light, trash aspect, what he calls 'the sludge wall of cynical disappointment' is only held back by a paper‐thin barrier ‐ you should cut him some slack He's also swatting up on his Leonard Cohen songs, yoga and early Donovan stuff, and he is, as well, unfortunately, speaking French whenever possible