“Each day I also try to draw. It’s a similar expulsion of buildup: Milking the cows every morning. Checking the chickens’ eggs. Why should that be limited to a certain medium? Shit builds up inside you on multiple levels; if you don’t degrease the system it clogs. . . They form and inform each other: I dumped a bag of jellybeans in a shallow wood box and covered them with glue. The jellybeans were making me sick. They went from friend to enemy, now they hang on the wall. I pass them on the way to the drum room. I’m wound up on sugar, singing jellybean songs. The colors could make a nice print; the print could cover the walls; glued jellybeans all across the floor. We could and should be writing a song based on fourteen small colored circles next to each other overlapping slightly. Why not? I come out of drumming with images in my head; drumming opens valves to drawing, back and forth.”
“I’m reading Space Is the Place, the biography of Sun Ra. He practically played and composed from breakfast till bedtime, with maybe a walk in there somewhere. There seems to a movement towards spontaneity and naiveté, the magic of new discovery. You can’t be both a painter and a musician and master anything. You can’t. And live a life. See the sun, etc. That’s where I am: Non-master of a pile of things. It’s painful to not be able to fully focus, but it keeps you fresh. It also keeps you in a different league then a master. Maybe mastering is going, or gone, out of fashion. In fact it is. But then there are the non-fashionable people, and good for them.”
A hardy, upright annual 
I like this a lot.
I thought you might! There’s so much more, too, if you check out the entire interview. (Link’s at bottom.)